Selected quad for the lemma: soul_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
soul_n	act_n	let_v	zone_n	16	3	14.2096	5	false

Text snippets containing the quad

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A85334	Three excellent tragœdies. Viz. The raging Turk, or, Bajazet the Second. The courageous Turk, or, Amurath the First. And The tragoedie of Orestes· / Written, by Tho. Goff, Master of Arts, and student of Christ-Church in Oxford; and acted by the students of the same house.	Goffe, Thomas, 1591-1629.; Meighen, Richard, fl. 1656.	1656 (1656)	Wing G1006; Thomason E1591_2; ESTC R202218	132,941	272

and let thy great vicegerent thus be torn Some of th' immortal powers have had fathers and know what 't is to have them murdered thus But I turn woman now O I rave out my passions do grief pour out thy self that thou mayst make room in my empty heart to fill it with revenge Scena 6. Enter Clytemnestra Aegystheus in night-robes Clyt. How now what ayles our son how now Orestes Orest O some are come now to help me to grieve See mother see your husband and my father the King of Greece great Shephard of his Land see see him here She faines her selfe to swoun Egy. catcheth her falling Clyt. O help me now good heaven to keep my sex let me dissemble Aegyst Help my Lords the Queen Clyt. Why hinder'd you my soul that whilst he liv'd was linkt to his and would too now have fled with wing'd desire to have been with him What doe I live for Agamemon slain My Lord my King husband wake my Lord what bloody Trojan followed thee from thence to kill thee here could he not one night have let me rested in thy sweet embraces Must he for surenesse make so many holes for thy sweet soul to fly to be a God O let my teares be balm to these thy wounds let my lips kisse and warm thy gellid lips let my haire wipe these clots of blood away from thy age-honor'd side O dry your teares joyn knees and prayers with me awake ye Gods They both kneele and send our vows since we can send no wounds Come son we women still know how to curse Let him that did it be an Adulterer Aegyst Faith she begins well sure she knows the man aside Clyt. Let him be conscious he hath don a deed deserves revenge whether it fall or no Let him for ever beare in mind this night and who 't was helpt him in this bloody act Aegist Yes hee 'll remember how you curse him now aside Orst If ever he have children let them be murdered before his face that they may know how nature binds a father and a son Aegyst Now hands I thank you now my soul grows glad had not he griev'd thus I had lost revenge Clyt. But come my son now let us talk of graves of Epitaphs and tombs and 's soul being fled Draw the curtaine and carry him away let 's lap his Trunk up in a sheet of lead Exeunt Clytemnestra and Aegystheus Manent Orest Orest Methinks I see a Tragedy at hand to which this night hath as a Prologue bin I 'll make a prayer now worthy Atreus grandchild let the foul Adder sting me as I walk the poysonous toad belch her black venom forth in my despised face let it be thought I never had a father but some monster bred by a slimy exhalation If my revenge fly not with ample wing till then rest soul hate told may lose his sting Actus 2. Scena 1. Enter Cassandra sola as a mad Prophetesse Cass O ye dead Trojans leape within your graves O mother that thou hadst lived this night Now thou 'ldst be glad t' have lost so many sons the Grecians are reveng'd upon themselves I thank thee soul that thou keeptst here till now to let me see Greece overcome it self I live I live I 'm here I live to see 't I do not dream on 't no I saw the blood run from his side whole Cataracts all Greece Apollo how am I bound now for this that I do only see this happinesse Hecuba Priam young Astianax Look Hecuba Greece now doth act your woes laugh Hecuba for now Electra weeps and Tyndarus he knows not what to do Come little Cuz come my Astianax Orestes is in a worse case then thou Still I had others for to weep with me but none are left to laugh now but my self What should he feare at home A conqueror feare T is done 't is done leave fighting Hector leave the Grecians meane to fight against themselves from Tyndarus the first brand took fire which burnt down Troy and now an other here kindles from him to set a fire Greece Graia juvenca venit quae se patremque virumque Perdidit Io laetor Graja juvenca venit Hellen thy sister Hellen nay shee 's thine who could have thought that Hector being slaine old Priam made a sacrifice to death Troy turn'd to cinders poor Andromacha dragg'd by her hair to death Astianax sent out o' th world before he well came in Ha ha who could have thought after all this Cassandra should have ever laught againe One hour of laughter following many yeares of discontent doth help to sweeten teares Exit Actus 2. Scena 2. Enter Aegystheus Clytemnestra Aegy. Fair morning to my Queen nay more my love how likes my sweet her change of bed-fellow Clyt. Look as an hallow leafelesse failing oake to whom for that h' hath bin her weight too long the earth denies to lend him moysture so his sap failes and he stands on a green ' mongst sprouting Elms that they may seeme more fresh whilst hee 's but held a monument of years Such one seem'd Agamemnon a dry tree thou like a sprouting Elme whom I embrace like twining Ivy with these now blest armes blest whilst this treasure in them they hold lockt Aegyst O who 'd not do a murder for a woman Heaven had but two things for the Gods reserv'd fire and women when with Giant strength Promotheus had tane one Jove in his rage threw him the to'ther bad him keep 'em both O th' are rare creatures they have such Meanders Their teares will come and go with such brave art Come now my Queen one sweet Ambrosian kisse O Nectar prethee hadst thou taught thy teares how they should flow before Clyt. No trust me love I knew my teares would soon be at command and faith the boy had almost made me weep really once Were not my curses rare Aegyst Yes all was woman-like but yet that boy he took it deeply would he were with his father so gon it skills not how were he away we would act freely all our lustful play Clyt. O but my love hee 's mine Nor can the raven dig her sharp beake into her own birds brest He will forget his father woe will breake 't is not the greatest griefe that most doth speake Aegyst O but hee 'll beare still a suspicious eye and who in bloody Scenes doth act a part thinks every eye doth penetrate his heart Nor can we ere be free or I enjoy true pleasures we must be but theeves at most close in delights and have a Pander still to be a Factor 'twixt thy bed and mine this we could have before what now we do the world should see done and applaud us too Clyt. Why my deare Love I that would set my hand to stain my marriage sheets with husbands blood would let these hands instructed now in ill not leave one arm of that uprooted tree Could but Aegistheus give me any hope that from this

thee the heavens will look with a more chearful brow on Cerberus Orest Why let heaven look as 't will t is my crown that I have done an act shall make heave frown Tynd. O what earth loves so much a guilty soul that it can bear thee Orest Why Sir this is mine and this shall bear me Am I not right heire Tynd. Thou heir to kingdoms thou a subject rather to help to make a Players Tragedy Ore Why that will make me swell with greater pride to think my name shall drop in lines of blood from some great Poets quill who well shall paint how bravely I reveng'd my fathers death that is the thing I wish'd and 't is my glory I shall be matter for so brave a story But where 's my Crown 1. Lord. No murderer wee 'l rather joyn with him this old man here to take away thy life then such a homicide shall frame us laws who hath himself rac'd out the laws of Nature 2. Lord. Yes and wee 'l set here Argos crown on him who shall enact some pnnishment for thee which although none can equalize this deed yet what our griefs can think all shall be done and wee 'l forget thou' rt Agamemnons sonne Ore Why think you on your worst I scorn to crave I had three lives you but my one shall have Tyn. Then since vile wretch thou hast committed that which while there is a world throughout the world will be pronounc'd for the most horrid deed that ever came into the thought of man a thing which all will talk of none allow I here disclaim that name of Grand-father and I must quite forget that in thy veynes my blood doth flow but think it then let out when thou letst out my daughters And since you kind Lords commit the state unto my years years too unfit heavens know to beare a state My mind methinks contends for to decree somewhat which to my self I dare not tell Just conceiv'd wrath and my affection strives hate forbids pity pity forbids hate and exile is but barren punishtnent Yet let me banish thee from out these eyes O never let thy sight offend me more all thy confederates and all thy friends You Pylades which did so smoothly cloake the dam'nd profession he did undertake You Strophius Strop My Lord I know not ought Yet since one foot is now in Charons boat if it please you set tother too aflote Tynd. Not so but I will banish you the Court and you Electra come I must forget affection too towards you you gave the child which you had charge of to the murtherers sword Elect. Why Grandsire I herein no wrong do find since all these go I would not stay behind Tynd. Nay but no one shall company the other hence thou Cocytus stream of this offence Strophius and Pylades Electra hence Exeunt Strophius Pylades Electra Orest Why farwel Grandsire since thou bidst I flie and scorn companions for my misery Exit Orestes Tynd. Unto this punishmeht this one more I add that none shall dare to give Orestes food and this decree shall stand I speak with grief and here pronounce Orestes no relief Hence with these corps poor child what hadst thou don thy Nurses prayers that there might spring a rose where e'r thou trod'st could not keep back thy foes Some plague he hath but such a matricide should never die although he ever dy'd Scena 2. Enter Electra and Strophius Elect. Thus never lesse alone then when alone where to our selves we sweetly tell our woes Thou Uncle chief companion to our griefs and soul partaker of our miseries why do we live when now 't is come to passe it is scarce known that Agamemnon was He dies far easier who at first doth drown then he which long doth swim and then sinks down Stroph. Nay Neece me thinks I now do see the haven where my ag'd soul must leave this tossed bark made weak with years and woes yet I commend unto my son the heart of a true friend that 's all the will I leave and let him know friendship should ever be but most in woe And so I leave thee Neece I first must die to hast a period to this Tragedie He dies Elect. O envious Fates could you not use me thus have I not grief enough to burst my heart Was my life's thread twisted and knit so strong that the keen edg of all these miseries can never cut it off must I bear more 'T is all my safety now not to be safe Are there so many wayes to rid ones life and can I hit on none They say that death is every where and yet I find him not Tush but I seek him not why my own hand might grasp him to me if I did but strive Now hand help ease my heart and make a way to let out grief that hath so long dwelt here Stabs her self Now knife thou 'st done good service there lie by heaven well decreed it nothing life can give but every thing can make us not to live Scena 3. Enter Cassandra Now Priams Ghost haste haste I say to look with chearful eyes on the sinister book and there to Hecuba my mother shew the tragick story of thy conquered foe And let Andromecha my sister see what Agamemnons race is come to be Now Troy may gratifie that most sad doom conquered by those that thus themselves or'ecome let Greece so flourish still let Argos be puft with the pride of their great victory Let it bear Souldiers so withal it bear Orestes too now mother never fear Argos makes me to laugh which made thee weep the Trojans in the grave now sweetly sleep their sorrow hath the end now these begin to overflow themselves with mutual sin And after all Orestes we may see hath lost his reason mans sole propertie Scena 4. Enter Orestes furens Orest By you shall not nay I am decreed do tear tear me yes I have deserv'd it Cass O brave O brave he 's mad as well as I I 'm glad my madnesse hath got company Orest Mother why mother will you kill my father Then I 'll kill you tush I have don 't already Much patience will grow fury in time follow you me you beast you damn'd Aegystheus I 'll hew thee piece by piece look off my mother Cass I am she or one loves thee well Ore Out you witch you witch Ca. Murderer murderer Orest Dost whisper with the devils to torment me O how they lash me with their snaky whips Why Megaera Megaera wilt not hold thy hand Are you there too Erynnis hey all hell my Grandsier Atreus he stands fighting there but hee 'll ha'th better on 't keep Cerberus keep keep the gates fast or all hell breaks loose Mother I see you O you are a whore Did I kill you witch dost thou laugh dost thou Cass Why this is fine my very looks do whip him Orest. Could I but get the stone from Sysiphus I 'de dash thy brains out

in this weak condition to repute our selves above the stroak of Lady Chance a caution must divine it ever fixt that whilst her checks equally fall out community should ease their bitterness I could afresh now shed those Princely tears to think such suddain ruine should attend Heroick spirits glittering in bright arms But if the Graecian when he heard the dreams disputed subtilly by Philosophers to prove innumerable extant worlds was struck with pensiveness and wept to think he had not yet obtain'd one for himself what terror can affright a Christians thoughts who knows there is a world at liberty to breath in when this glass of life is broke our Foes with circling fury are intrencht Pelions of Earth and darkness shall orelade them whilst we shall mount and these our spirits light shall be yet ponderous to depress them lower Nay my Enthusiastick soul divines That some weak hand shall from the blazing Zone snatch Lightning which shall strike the snarling Cur with horror and amazement to the Earth which Hell cannot oppose Turk Tyrannize stand yet at length to fall my sacrifice Super Olympick vigor will no doubt squeez all thy supercilious rancor out Exeunt in a March Scena 3. Actus 5. The Heavens seem on fire Comets and blazing Stars appear Amurath speaks Am. Who set the world on fire How now ye Heavens grow you so proud that you must needs put on curl'd locks and cloth your selves in Periwigs of fire Mahomet say not but I invoke thee now command the puny-Christians demi-God put out those flashing sparks those Ignes fatui or I 'le unseat him or with my Looks so shake the staggring props of his weak seated Throne that he shall finde he shall have more to do to quell one Amurath than the whole Gyant brood of those same Sons of Earth than ten Lycaons Do the poor snaks so love their misery that they would see it by these threatning lights Dare ye blaze still I 'le toss up Buckets full of Christians blood to quench you by those hairs drag you beneath the Center there put out all your presaging flames in Phlegeton Can you outbrave me with your pidling Lights Yawn earth with Casements as wide as hell it self Vault opens Burn heaven as ardent as the Lemnian flames wake pale Tisiphon spend all thy snakes Be Eacus and Minos as severe as if the Goale delivery of us all were the next Sessions I le pull Radamant by his flaming furres from out his Iron Chaire Whilst he is in his fury arise four Fiends framed like Turkish Kings but black his supposed Predecessors daunce about him to a kind of hideous noyse sing this Song following 1. Fiend Horror dismal cryes and yells Of these thy Grandsires thee fore-tels Furies sent of thee to learn Crimes which they could nere discern All. Furies sent c. 2. Fiend O Amurath thy Father 's come To warn thee of a suddain doome Which in Cassanoe's fields attends To bring thee to thy hellish friends All. Which in Cassanoes c. 3. Fiend Megaera and Ennio both do stand Trembling lest when thou art damn'd Chief of Furies thou shouldst be And they their snakes resigne to thee All. Chief of Furies c. 4. Fiend Terror we a while will leave thee Till Cocytus Lake receive thee Cerberus will quake for feare Where he a new Turks fate shall heare All. Cerberus will c. Amu. Now who the divel sent my Grandsires hither Had Pluto no task else to set them too He should have bound them to Ixions wheel or bid them roule the stone of Sysiphus Beshrew me but their singing did not please me Have they not been so drunk with Lethe yet as to forget me They can portend no ill for should the fates be twining my last thread yet none durst come from hell to tell me so Shall I be scar'd with a Night-walking Ghost or what my working fancy shall present Why I can look more terrible then night and command darknesse in the unwilling day Make Hecate start and draw back her head to wrap it in a swarthy vaile of clouds Drop sheets of Sulphure you prodigious skyes Cyclops run all thy Bullets into Aetna then vomit them at once should Christians couch to the bottomlesse abysse of Styx or hide themselves under Avernaes shade this arm should fetch them out Day must perform what I intend wrath raines a bloody storm And now 'gins rise the Sun which yet not knows the misery it shall see on Amuraths Foes Lords Leaders Captaines Enter Schahin and others Scha. Your Highnesse up so soon Amu. He small rest takes that dreames on nought but bloody broyles and death Schah. Your Grace seems much distempered Beds of sweat bedew your brows with never-wonted paleness Am. Why see you not The heavens are turn'd Court Ladies and put on other Hair besides their own canst guess learn'd Schahin what these flames portend Schah. My Lord such things as these we men must see and wonder at and yet not search the reason perchance unwholsom fogs exhailed by th' Sun are set a blazing by his too neer heat but 't is not lawful that a mortal eye should dare to penetrate Heavens secrecy Am. Doth it not bode a Conquest Schah. Yes ' gainst the Christians for unto them it bends sinister looks and frowns upon their Army more than ours Amur. So so come on ere Phosphorus appear let 's too 't and so prevent that sluggard Sol. If we want Light we 'll from our Whinyards strike fire enough to scorch the Universe Mine Armour there Some go for his Armour Now Mahomet I implore thy promist Aid for this auspicious day toss me aloft and make me ride on Clouds If my Horse fail me those fire breathing jades which the boy Phaëthon knew not how to guide will I pluck out from out the flaming Team and hurle my self against those condense Spheares on which I 'le sit and stay their turning Orbs the whole vertigious Circle shall stand still but to behold me Mine Armour ho They bring his Armour So help on here now like Alcides do I girt my self with well knit sinewes able to stagger Earth and threaten Nature with a second Chaos If one impetuous broyl remain to come in future ages set on foote this houre How well this weight of steele bents my strength Me thinks the Gods stand quivering and doe feare when I am arm'd another Phlege●'s neare Chiron shall see his Piadus at my feet And I le climbe up to heaven and pull it downe and kick the weighty burden of the world from off the Babies shoulders that supports it for I am safer Buckled ' gainst my foe then sturdy Jason who by th' inchanted charmes Medea gave encountred Unicornes Queld Lyons struggl'd with fire-belching Buls obtain'd a glorious prize a Fleece A Fleece dipt deepe in tincture of the Christ'ans bloud shall be my spoyle nay should they hide their heads in their Gods bosome here 's a sword shall reach them Come

suit Orest Nay but Egystheus you can aggravate to doe a haynous murther and i' th Court I' th place of Justice where the King might hear upon a chief attendant of the Kings Murther it self is past all expiation a crime that nature most of all abhors and look how manhood and civility stand at the bar of Justice and there plead how much they 'r wrong'd and how much defac'd when man doth dye his hands in blood of man Now hearken King I 'll use thy Rhetorick thou didst a haynous murther in the Court not which the King did hear but which he felt when no petition could good man prevaile therefore this dies this first shall have his due Stabs it againe that the blood spirts in his face this mischief done revenge shall prompt anew Aeg. O the gods blush and heaven looks pale at this a fathers face besmear'd with his childs blood Orest My hast deceives my will tush all this yet may be call'd piety you shall tast too mother Turns it to her Clyt. O why dos't banish nature from his place Look on thy mothers tears worse then those groans and pangs she had when she first brought thee forth When of thy friends or parents thou hast wrong patience not fury doth to thee belong Is this the blessing that thy knee should ask Repay'st thou thus my kisses and my tears which flow'd from me to thee in tender years Orest O why did you so banish woman-hood when you and this damn'd villain base adulterer made in my fathers side so many wounds and brought a brave old King into this state See here 's his bones my pocket can contain Pulls bones from his pocket great Agamemnon and repayd you thus his kind embraces all his loving signs Aegystheus you are thirsty you shall drink Fills two cups with the childs blood gives it them yes you shall clear your throat by you shall Aegy. O mischief above mischief what Heniochus bred on a stony rock could e'r endure to see a fathers thirst quench'd with such blood Hast thou no measure hath revenge no end Ore Who first doth mischief may keep mean i' th deed but who revengeth must all mean exceed Nay mother wee 'l not bar you of your draught Gives one cup to her Clyt. O Nature see here all thy law infring'd a mothers prayers prevail not with her son Orest Pray with Thyestes it shall never move me But first Aegystheus Do thou haste revenge Stabs him Aegyst O I am wounded O when dost thou end Orest Nay I have scarce begun Now mother you Sabs her So now I 'll stand and look and on hell call nay my revenge must not be usual One more for thee Aegystheus only let out the blood you drank before Aegyst O my heart feels it Orest Now mother you and your love the same Clyt. O kill me quickly time prolongs my wo and since I must die let me quickly goe Orest You know your sentence Let him feel he dies who strait threats death knows not to tyrannize Aegy. This brings ten deaths Or. Would t would an 100 bring one death 's too little to revenge a King Hence hence adulterous soul to Tantalus and let hell know who 't was sent thee thither he dies Now mother you shall follow but he first lest that like Lovers you go hand in hand Clyt. Why son whose death is it thou dost revenge thy fathers but on whom upon thy mother On her which brought thee forth which took most care to bring thee up from whom thou tookst thy self thou' rt sure thou art mine but dost not know who 't was begate thee Orest Wil 't Bastardize me Yes mother yes I know I was his son Alas why what are you a senselesse peice of rotten earth can do as much to corn as you to me bear it and bring it forth but Agamemnon he that seed did sow and only unto him my self I ow and for him thou shalt die Clyt. O I confesse my conscience tells me I deserve no lesse and thus thy mother from thee doth depart leaving vexation to torment thy heart She dies Orest Now friend I see my father live again and in his royal state at Argos Court This is the night in which he first came home O blessed powers of hell divine Canidia Now am I satisfied now hath revenge perfection and nothing grieves me but that Tyndarus my mothers father did not see her die I le in and tell him my thoughts must reveale those acts I do this night who would conceale Now soul triumph whist that my deed shall shine I' th face o th Court and all the world know 't mine Actus 5. Scena 1. Enter Orestes in his gown Tyndarus Strophius Electra Pylades two Lords Ore My Lord your daughters potion works most rarely the King 's asleep God blesse his Majesty O do not wake him faith 't is pity la. Tynd. What do I see ha blood the little child dead my daughter bleed Aegystheus kill'd Orest Your Lordships eyes do fail 't is but spilt wine Tynd. Lay hands o' th villain 't is the Physicians deed Orest Nay friends hands off 't is no Physician now Discovers himself See see old Tyndarus dost thou know me yet Fetch me my Crown and robes nay I 'll ascend Is not Atrides eldest son your King Tynd. What hast thou done foul Viper to eat out thy mothers bowels what was this thy deed Thy silence sayes 't was thine What Tanais Tygris or Rhenus or what flowing sea should wash thee in the salt Meotis streame Or Tethis at full tide o'rflow thy banks still would the spots of murder stick on them Orest Why Grandsire I go not about to wash by 't was all the fruit I thought to win to think all mischief here could be no sin Tynd. See see thy mother look upon her now on her whose eyes thou hast for ever clos'd which eyes have often wakned at thy cry and hush'd thee with a lullaby to sleep See see these hands which oft with so much care wrapt gently up thy unset tender limbs See see this face wont at thy signes to smile when nature gave not leave unto thy tongue to utter thy childs meaning Orest See see these bones these nasty rotten bones which had so often lock'd his hands in hers here stood the tongue which oft had call'd her sweet dear Clytemnestra and then stopt his speech and told his love in a more speaking signe Here stood those eyes which fed upon her face and made her of thy daughter a great Queen and she made him a dish for loathed worms Tynd. Suppose she did there was but one yet dead and with ones death again should be repaid Orest No Tyndarus had I desir'd but one I should have thought I had desired none Why methinks I should too have kill'd thee the number is too little yet of three Tynd. Into what land what country wilt thou fly all earths all lands all countries will fly