Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I must have earnest: I cannot pay my debts so. Can your Lordship Imagine, while I live and wear a sword, Your son's death shall be revenged? I know not One reason why you should not do like others: I am sure, of all the herd that fed upon him, I cannot see in any, now he's gone, In pity or in thankfulness one true sign Of sorrow for him. All his bounties yet Fell not in such unthankful ground: 'tis true He had weaknesses, but such as few are free from, And though none soothed them less than I: for now To say that I foresaw the dangers that Would rise from cherishing them, were but untimely. I yet could wish the justice that you seek for In the revenge, had been trusted to me, And not the uncertain issue of the laws: 'Tas robbed me of a noble testimony Of what I durst do for him: but however, My forfeit life redeemed by him though dead, Shall do him service. As far as my grief Will give me leave, I thank you. Oh my Lord, Oh my good Lord, deliver me from these furies. Arrested? This is one of them whose base And object flattery helped to dig his grave: He is not worth your pity, nor my anger. Go to the basket and repent. Away I only know now to hate thee deadly: I will do nothing for thee. Nor you, Captain. No, to your trade again, put off this case, It may be the discovering what you were, When your unfortunate master took you up, May move compassion in your creditor. Confess the truth. And now I think on't better, I will, brother, your hand, your hand, sweet brother. I am of your sect, and my gallantry but a dream, Out of which these two fearful apparitions Against my will have waked me. This rich sword Grew suddenly out of a tailor's bodkin; These hangers from my vails and fees in Hell: And where as now this beaver sits, full often A thrifty cape composed of broad cloth lists, Here kin unto the cushion where I sat cross-legged, and yet ungartered, hath been seen, Our breakfasts famous for the buttered loaves, I have with joy been oft acquainted with, And therefore use a conscience, though it be Forbidden in our hall towards other men, To me that as I have been, will again Be of the brotherhood. I know him now: He was a prentice to Le Robe at Orleans. And from thence brought by my young Lord, now dead, Unto Dijon, and with him till this hour Hath been received here for a complete monsieur. Nor wonder at it: for but tithe our gallants, Even those of the first rank, and you will find In every ten, one: peradventure two, That smell rank of the dancing school, or fiddle, The pantofle or pressing iron: but hereafter we'll talk of this. I will surrender up My suits again: there cannot be much loss, 'Tis but the turning of the lace, with ones Additions more you know of, and what wants I will work out.
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I must haue ernest: I cannot pay my debts so. Can your Lordship Imagine, while I liue and weare a sword, Your sonnes death shall be reueng'd? I know not One reason why you should not doe like others: I am sure, of all the herd that fed vpon him, I cannot see in any, now hee's gone, In pitty or in thankfulnesse one true signe Of sorrow for him. All his bounties yet Fell not in such vnthankefull ground: 'tis true He had weakenesses, but such as few are free from, And though none sooth'd them lesse then I: for now To say that I foresaw the dangers that Would rise from cherishing them, were but vntimely. I yet could wish the iustice that you seeke for In the reuenge, had bin trusted to me, And not the vncertaine issue of the lawes: 'Tas rob'd me of a noble testimony Of what I durst doe for him: but howeuer, My forfait life redeem'd by him though dead, Shall doe him seruice. As farre as my griefe Will giue me leaue, I thanke you. Oh my Lord, Oh my good Lord, deliuer me from these furies. Arrested? This is one of them whose base And obiect flattery helpt to digge his graue: He is not worth your pitty, nor my anger. Goe to the basket and repent. Away I onely know now to hate thee deadly: I will doe nothing for thee. Nor you, Captaine. No, to your trade againe, put off this case, It may be the discouering what you were, When your vnfortunate master tooke you vp, May moue compassion in your creditor. Confese the truth. And now I thinke on't better, I will, brother, your hand, your hand, sweet brother. I am of your sect, and my gallantry but a dreame, Out of which these two fearefull apparitions Against my will haue wak'd me. This rich sword Grew suddenly out of a taylors bodkin; hese hangers from my vailes and fees in Hell: And where as now this beauer sits, full often A thrifty cape compos'd of broad cloth lists, Here kin vnto the cushion where I sate Crosse-leg'd, and yet vngartred, hath beene seene, Our breakefasts famous for the buttred loaues, I haue with ioy bin oft acquainted with, And therefore vse a conscience, though it be Forbidden in our hall towards other men, To me that as I haue beene, will againe Be of the brotherhood. I know him now: He was a prentice to Le Robe at Orleance. And from thence brought by my young Lord, now dead, Vnto Dijon, and with him till this houre Hath bin receiu'd here for a compleate Mounsieur. Nor wonder at it: for but tythe our gallants, Euen those of the first ranke, and you will finde In euery ten, one: peraduenture two, That smell ranke of the dancing schoole, or fiddle, The pantofle or pressing yro: but hereafter Weele talke of this. I will surrender vp My suites againe: there cannot be much losse, 'Tis but the trning of the lace, with ones Additions more you know of, and what want I will worke out.