Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.89 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
I am ready keeper. Prince Palamon, I must awhile bereave you Of your fair Cousin's Company. And me too, Even when you please of life; why is he sent for? It may be he shall marry her, he's goodly. And like enough the Duke hath taken notice Both of his blood and body: But his falsehood, Why should a friend be treacherous? If that Get him a wife so noble, and so fair; Let honest men ne'er love again. Once more I would but see this fair One: Blessed Garden, And fruit, and flowers more blessed that still blossom As her bright eyes shine on ye. would I were For all the fortune of my life hereafter Yond little Tree, yond blooming Apricocke; How I would spread, and fling my wanton arms In at her window; I would bring her fruit Fit for the Gods to feed on: youth and pleasure Still as she tasted should be doubled on her, And if she be not heavenly I would make her So near the Gods in nature, they should fear her. And then I am sure she would love me: how now keeper where's Arcite, Banished: Prince Pirithous Obtained his liberty; but never more Upon his oath and life must he set foot Upon this Kingdom. he's a blessed man, He shall see Thebes again, and call to Arms The bold young men, that when he bids 'em charge, Fall on like fire: Arcite shall have a Fortune, If he dare make himself a worthy Lover, Yet in the Field to strike a battle for her; And if he lose her then, he's a cold Coward; How bravely may he bear himself to win her If he be noble Arcite; thousand ways. Were I at liberty, I would do things Of such a virtuous greatness, that this Lady, This blushing virgin should take manhood to her And seek to ravish me. My Lord for you I have this charge too. To discharge my life. No, but from this place to remove your Lordship, The windows are too open. Devils take 'em That are so envious to me; prithee kill me. And hang for't afterward. By this good light Had I a sword I would kill thee. Why my Lord? Thou bringst such pelting scurvy news continually Thou art not worthy life; I will not go. Indeed yond must my Lord. May I see the garden? Noe. Then I am resolved, I will not go. I must constrain you then; and for you are dangerous I'll clap more irons on you. Do good keeper. I'll shake'em so, ye shall not sleep, I'll make ye a new morris, must I go? There is no remedy. Farewell kind window. May rude wind never hurt thee. O my Lady If ever thou hast felt what sorrow was, Dream how I suffer. Come; now bury me.
seed 43: T14 · seed 44: T9 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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I am ready keeper. Prince Palamon, I must awhile bereave you Of your faire Cosens Company. And me too, Even when you please of life; why is he sent for? It may be he shall marry her, he's goodly. And like enough the Duke hath taken notice Both of his blood and body: But his falsehood, Why should a friend be treacherous? If that Get him a wife so noble, and so faire; Let honest men ne're love againe. Once more I would but see this faire One: Blessed Garden, And fruite, and flowers more blessed that still blossom As her brigh eies shine on ye. would I were For all the fortune of my life hereafter Yon little Tree, yon blooming Apricocke; How I would spread, and fling my wanton armes In at her window; I would bring her fruite Fit for the Gods to feed on: youth and pleasure Still as she tasted should be dobled on her, And if she be not heavenly I would make her So neere the Gods in nature, they should feare her. And then I am sure she would love me: how now keeper Wher's Arcite, Banishd: Prince Piritbous Obtained his liberty; but never more Vpon his oth and life must he set foote Vpon this Kingdome. Hees a blessed man, He shall see Thebs againe, and call to Armes The bold yong men, that when he bids 'em charge, Fall on like fire: Arcit shall have a Fortune, If he dare make himselfe a worthy Lover, Yet in the Feild to strike a batle for her; And if he lose her then, he's a cold Coward; How bravly may he beare himselfe to win her If he be noble Arcite; thousand waies. Were I at liberty, I would doe things Of such a vertuous greatnes, that this Lady, This blushing virgine should take manhood to her And seeke to ravish me. My Lord for you I have this charge too. To discharge my life. No, but from this place to remove your Lordship, The window are too open. Devils take 'em That are so envious to me; pre'thee kill me. And hang for't afterward. By this good light Had I a sword I would kill thee. Why my Lord? Thou bringst such pelting scuruy news continually Thou art not worthy lif; I will not goe. Indeede yon must my Lord. May I see the garden? Noe. Then I am resolud, I will not goe. I must constraine you then; and for you are dangerous Ile clap more yrons on you. Doe good keeper. Ile shake'em so, ye shall not slepe, Ile make ye a new Morrie, must I goe? There is no remedy. Fare well kinde window. May rude winde never hurt thee. O my Lady If ever thou hast felt what sorrow was, Dreame how I suffer. Come; now bury me.