Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
For which your sweet neck must endure the halter. I am again thy servant, mighty love! O my Evadne, how shall I appear So bold as but to plead in mine own cause? It is so foul that none can seal my pardon, But you that should condemn me. Sir, you know The power I have is yours: be your own judge, And seal your pardon here. 'Tis double life Granted by such a seal. What punishment Shall we inflict on these? Gentle Lady, e'en what you please,— but hanging,— that's a death My enemies will hit me in the teeth with. Besides, it makes a man look like a Cat When she cries mew. I'll bark and bite awhile Before the dog's death choke me. Pray dismiss This pack of hounds: and since we both are guilty, Let us bestow on one another's shoulders The good and wholesome counsel of a cudgel. Pray let me intercede. Thanks, pretty little Gentleman. Officers, you are discharged. Are the mad dogs gone? Come Tutor, I must read awhile to you Under correction.— Not so hard, good Tutor. Enough. Nay, one bout I beseech you more To make up satisfaction. Well for this I'll have one engine more, my bad intents Mend not, but gather strength by punishments. Your satisfaction now is full and ample. Nay, we must have the health i'th' crabtree-cup too: One to th'Tyndarides, another to th' Asotides, And one, my dear instructor, to the Techmessides. Nay, now your penance doth exceed your crime. Say you so? nay, then here's a health to the Pamphilides too: And for his noble sake, to the Evadnides, And all Philosophy sects whate'er they be. Your justice to yourselves is too severe. Then I ha' done: farewell, and hearty thanks. But, Tutor, stay, this little Gentleman Has been forgot:— Pray, Sir, what may I call you? My name is Paegnium.— I were most unthankful To pass o'er you.— To the Paegniades, Tutor: You have brought us to a fair pass, Tutor. Tush, 'Twas but to exercise your passive valour. Your passive valour? give me your active valour: I do not like your black and blue valour, When bones shall ache with magnanimity. BRother, I find my soul a troubled sea Whose billows are not fully quieted, Although the storm be over. Therefore, Pamphilus, By the same womb that bred us, and the breasts Of our dead mother Lalage, I conjure thee, With all the charms that love can teach thee, Assault Evadne's faith: if thou report her Constant, I end my jealousy: if frail, The torrent of my love shall bend his course To find some other channel. By that love That made us twins, though born at several births, That grew along with us in height and strength, I will be true. Farewell. Be sudden, Pamphilus. methinks this should confirm you.
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For which your sweet neck must endure the halter. I am again thy servant, mighty love! O my Evadne, how shall I appeare So bold as but to plead in mine own cause? It is so foul that none can seal my pardon, But you that should condemne me. Sir, you know The power I have is yours: be your own judge, And seal your pardon here. 'Tis double life Granted by such a seal. What punishment Shall we inflict on these? Gentle Ladie, E'ne what you please,— but hanging,—that's a death My enemies will hit me in the teeth with. Besides, it makes a man look like a Cat When she cries mew. I'le bark and bite awhile Before the dogs death choak me. Pray dismisse This pack of hounds: and since we both are guilty, Let us bestow on one anothers shoulders The good and wholsome counsell of a cudgell. Pray let me intercede. Thanks, prety little Gentleman. Officers, you are discharged. Are the madde dogs gone? Come Tutour, I must read awhile to you Under correction.—Not so hard, good Tutour. Enough. Nay, one bout I beseech you more To make up satisfaction. Well for this I'le have one engine more, my bad intents Mend not, but gather strength by punishments. Your satisfaction now is full and ample. Nay, we must have the health i'th' crabtree-cup too: One to th'Tyndarides, another to th' Asotides, And one, my deare instructour, to the Techmessides. Nay, now your penance doth exceed your crime. Say you so? nay, then here's a health to the Pamphilides too: And for his noble sake, to the Evadnides, And all Philosophy sects what e're they be. Your justice to your selves is too severe. Then I ha 'done: farewell, and hearty thanks. But, Tutour, stay, this little Gentleman Has been forgot:—Pray, Sir, what may I call you? My name is Paegnium.— I were most unthankfull To passe o're you.— To the Paegniades, Tutour: You have brought us to a fair passe, Tutour. Tush, 'Twas but to exercise your passive valour. Your passive valour? give me your active valour: I do not like your black and blue valour, When bones shall ake with magnanimity. BRother, I finde my soul a troubled sea Whose billows are not fully quieted, Although the storm be over. Therefore, Pamphilus, By the same wombe that bred us, and the breasts Of our dead mother Lalage, I conjure thee, With all the charms that love can teach thee, Assault Evadnies faith: if thou report her Constant, I end my jealousie: if frail, The torrent of my love shall bend his course To finde some other chanel. By that love That made us twins, though born at severall births, That grew along with us in height and strength, I will be true. Farewell. Be sudden, Pamphilus. Me thinks this should confirm you.