Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Artesuis that best knowest How to draw out fit to this enterprise, The prim'st for this proceeding, and the number To carry such a business, forth and levy Our worthiest Instruments, whilst we dispatch This grand act of our life, this daring deed Of Fate in wedlock. Dowagers, take hands Let us be Widows to our woes, delay Commends us to a famishing hope. Farewell. We come unseasonably: But when could grief Cull forth as unpanged judgement can, fittest time For best solicitation. Why good Ladies, This is a service, whereto I am going, Greater than any was; it more imports me Then all the actions that I have foregone, Or futurely can cope. The more proclaiming Our suit shall be neglected, when her Arms Able to lock Iove from a Synod, shall By warranting Moonlight corslet thee, oh when Her twyning Cherries shall their sweetness fall Upon thy tasteful lips, what wilt thou think Of rotten Kings or blubbered Queens, what care For what thou feelst not? what thou feelst being able To make Mars spurn his Drom. O if thou couch But one night with her, every hour in't will Take hostage of thee for a hundred, and Thou shalt remember nothing more, than what That Banquet bids thee too. Though much unlike You should be so transported, as much sorry I should be such a Suitor; yet I think Did I not by th'abstaining of my joy Which breeds a deeper longing, cure their surfeit That craves a present medicine, I should pluck All Lady's scandal on me. Therefore Sir As I shall here make trial of my prayers, Either presuming them to have some force, Or sentencing for ay their vigour dumb, Prorogue this business, we are going about, and hang Your Shield afore your Heart, about that neck Which is my fee, and which I freely lend To do these poor Queen's service. Oh help now Our Cause cries for your knee. If you grant not My Sister her petition in that force, With that Celerity, and nature which She makes it in: from henceforth i'll not dare To ask you any thing, nor be so hardy Ever to take a Husband. Pray stand up. I am entreating of myself to do That which you kneel to have me; Pyrithous Lead on the Bride; get you and pray the Gods For success, and return; omit not any thing In the pretended Celebration: Queens Follow your Soldier (as before) hence you And at the banks of Anly meet us with The forces you can raise, where we shall find The moiety of a number, for a business, More bigger looked; since that our Theme is haste I stamp this kiss upon thy currant lip, Sweet keep it as my Token; Set you forward For I will see you gone. Farewell my beauteous Sister: Pirithous Keep the feast full, bate not an hour on't.
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Artesuis that best knowest How to draw out fit to this enterprise, The prim'st for this proceeding, and the number To carry such a businesse, forth and levy Our worthiest Instruments, whilst we despatch This grand act of our life, this daring deede OfFate in wedlocke. Dowagers, take hands Let us be Widdowes to our wos, delay Commends us to a famishing hope. Farewell. We come unseasonably: But when could greefe Cull forth as unpanged judgement can, fit'st time For best solicitation. Why good Ladies, This is a service, whereto I am going, Greater then any was; it more imports me Then all the actions that I have foregone, Or futurely can cope. The more proclaiming Our suit shall be neglected, when her Armes Able to locke Iove from a Synod, shall By warranting Moone-light corslet thee, oh whe Her twyning Cherries shall their sweetnes fall Vpon thy tastefull lips, what wilt thou thinke Of rotten Kings or blubberd Queenes, what care For what thou feelst not? what thou feelst being able To make Mars spurne his Drom. O if thou couc But one night with her, every howre in't will Take of thee for a hundred, and Thou shalt remember nothing more, then what That Banket bids thee too. Though much unlike You should be so transported, as much sorry I should be such a Suitour; yet I thinke Did I not by th'abstayning of my joy Which breeds a deeper longing, cure their surfeit That craves a present medcine, I should plucke All Ladies scandall on me. Therefore Sir As I shall here make tryall of my prayres, Either presuming them to have some force, Or sentencing for ay their vigour dombe, Prorogue this busines, we are going about, and hang Your Sheild afore your Heart, about that necke Which is my , and which I freely lend To doe these poore Queenes service. Oh helpe now Our Cause cries for your knee. If you grant not My Sister her petition in that force, With that Celerity, and nature which Shee makes it in: from henceforth ile not dare To aske you any thing, nor be so hardy Ever to take a Husband. Pray stand up. I am entreating of my selfe to doe That which you kneele to have me; yrithous Leade on the Bride; gt you and pray the Gods For successe, and returne; omit not any thing In the pretended Celebration: Queenes Follow your Soldier (as before) hence you And at the banckos of Anly meete us with The forces you can raise, where we shall finde The moytie of a number, for a busines, More bigger look't; since that our Theame is haste I stamp this kisse upon thy currant lippe, Sweete keepe it as my Token; Set you forward For I will see you gone. Farewell my beauteous Sister: Pyrithous Keepe the feast full, bate not an howre on't.