Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Mar 11] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
'Tis too late Sir. he's dead, and when you know he was unable To wrong you, in the way that you suspected, You'll wish it had been otherwise. Unable? I am sure he was an Eunuch, and might safely Lie by a virgin's side, at four years made one, Though to hold grace with Ladies he concealed it. The circumstances, and the manner how You may hear at better leisure. How! an Eunuch? The more the proofs are, that are brought to clear thee, My best Eudoxia, the more my sorrows. That I am innocent? That I am guilty Of murder, my Eudoxia. I will build A glorious monument to his memory, And for my punishment live, and die upon it, And never more converse with men. Live long Sir, May I do so to serve you. and if that I live does not displease you, you owe for it To this good Lord. myself, and all that's mine. Your pardon is a payment. I am raped With joy beyond myself. Now my Eudoxia My jealousy puffed away thus, in this breath I scent the natural sweetness. Sacred Sir, I am happy to behold this, and presume, Now you are pleased, to move a suit, in which My sister is joined with me. Prithee speak it, For I have vowed to hear before I grant, I thank your good instructions. 'Tis but this Sir, we have observed the falling out, and in, Between the husband and the wise shows rarely, Their jars, and reconcilements strangely take us. Anger and jealousy that conclude in kisses Is a sweet war in sooth. we therefore, brother Most humbly beg you would provide us husbands That we may taste the pleasure of't. And with speed Sir, For so your favour's doubled. Take my word, I will with all convenience; and not blush Hereafter to be guided by your counsels. I will deserve your pardon. Philanax Shall be remembered, and magnificent bounties Fall on Chrysapius. My grace on all. Let Cleon be delivered and rewarded, My grace on all, which as I lent to you, Return your vows to heaven, that it may please (As it is gracious) to quench in me All future sparks of burning jealousy. we have reason to be doubtful, whether he On whom (forced to it by necessity) The maker did confer his emperor's part Hath given you satisfaction, in his art Of action and delivery; 'tis sure truth The burden was too heavy for his youth To undergo: but in his will we know He was not wanting, and shall ever owe With, his, our service, if your favours deign To give him strength, hereafter to sustain A greater weight. It is your grace that can In your allowance of this write him man Before his time, which if you please to do You make the Player, and the Poet too.
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'Tis too late Sir. Hee's dead, and when you know hee was vnable To wrong you, in the way that you suspected, You'll wish it had bene otherwise. Vnable? I am sure hee was an Eunuch, and might safely Lye by a Virgins side, at foure yeares made one, Though to hold grace with Ladies hee conceald it. The circumstances, and the manner how You may heare at better leasure. How! an Eunuch? The more the proofes are, that are brought to cleare thee, My best Eudoxia, the more my sorrowes. That I am innocent? That I am guiltie Of murher, my Eudoxia. I will build A glorious monument to his memorie, And for my punishment liue, and dye vpon it, And neuer more conuerse with men. Liue long Sir, May I doe so to serue you and if that I liue does not displease you, you owe for it To this good Lord. My selfe, and all that's mine. Your prdon is a payment. I am rap'd With ioy beyond my selfe. Now my Eudoxia My iealousie puff'd away thus, in this breath I scent the naturall sweetenesse. Sacred Sir, I am happy to behold this, and presume, Now you are pleas'd, to moue a sute, in which My sister is ioyn'd with mee. Prethee speake it, For I haue vow'd to heare before I grant, I thanke your good instructions. 'Tis but this Sir, Wee haue obseru'd the falling out, nd in, Betweene the husband and the wise showes rarely, Their iarres, and reconcilements strangely take vs. Anger and iealousie that conclude in kisses Is a sweete war in sooth. Wee therefore, brother Most humbly beg you would prouide vs husbands That wee may tast the pleasure of't. And with speede Sir, For so your auour's doubl'd. Take my word, I will with all conuenience; and not blush Heereafter to bee guided by your counsailes. I will deserue your pardon. Philanax Shall bee remembred, and magnificent bounties Fall on Chrysapius. My grace on all. Let Cleon bee deliuer'd and rewarded, My grace on all, which as I len'd to you, Returne your vowes to heauen, that it may please (As it is gratious) to quench in mee All future sparkes of burning iealousie. WEE haue reason to be doubtfull, whether hee On whom (forc'd to it by necessitie) The maker did conferre his Emperours part Hath giuen you satisfaction, in his art Of action an deliuerie; 'tis sure truth The burden was too heauie for his youth To vndergoe: but in his will wee know Hee was not wanting, and shall euer owe With, his, our seruice, if your fauours daine To giue him strength, hereafter to sustaine A greater waight. It is your grace that ca In your allowance of this write him man Before his time, which if you please to doe You make the Player, and the Poet too.