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 0.87 · 456 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
You have done worthily: I have not seen Since Hercules, a man of tougher sinews; What ere you are, you run the best, and wrestle, That these times can allow. I am proud to please you. What Country bred you? This; but far off, Prince. Are you a Gentleman? My father said so; And to those gentle uses gave me life. Are you his heir? His youngest Sir. Your Father Sure is a happy Sire then: what proves you? A little of all noble Qualities: I could have kept a Hawk, and well have holloa'd To a deep cry of Dogs; I dare not praise My feat in horsemanship: yet they that knew me Would say it was my best piece: last, and greatest, I would be thought a Soldier. You are perfect. Upon my soul, a proper man. He is so. How do you like him Lady? I admire him, I have not seen so young a man, so noble (If he say true,) of his sort. Believe, His mother was a wondrous handsome woman, His face me thinks, goes that way. But his Body And fiery mind, illustrate a brave Father. Mark how his virtue, like a hidden Sun Breaks through his baser garments. he's well got sure. What made you seek this place Sir? Noble Theseus. To purchase name, and do my ablest service To such a well-found wonder, as thy worth, Foe only in thy Court, of all the world dwells faire-eyd honour. All his words are worthy. Sir, we are much indebted to your travel, Nor shall you lose your wish: Pirithous Dispose of this fair Gentleman. Thanks Theseus. What ere you are y'are mine, and I shall give you To a most noble service, to this Lady, This bright young Virgin; pray observe her goodness; You have honoured her fair birthday, with your virtues, And as your due y'are hers: kiss her fair hand Sir. Sir, y'are a noble Giver: dearest Beauty, Thus let me seal my vowed faith: when your Servant (Your most unworthy Creature) but offends you, Command him die, he shall. That were too cruel. If you deserve well Sir; I shall soon see't: Y'are mine, and somewhat better than your rank I'll use you. I'll see you furnished, and because you say You are a horseman, I must needs entreat you This after noon to ride, but 'tis a rough one. I like him better (Prince) I shall not then Freeze in my Saddle. Sweet, you must be ready, And you Emilia, and you (Friend) and all To morrow by the Sun, to do observance To flowery May, in Diane's wood: wait well Sir Upon your Mistress: Emely, I hope He shall not go a foot.
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You have done worthily: I have not seene Since Hercules, a man of tougher synewes; What ere you are, you run the best, and wrastle, That these times can allow. I am proud to please you. What Countrie bred you? This; but far off, Prince. Are you a Gentleman? My father said so; And to those gentle uses gave me life. Are you his heire? His yongest Sir. Your Father Sure is a happy Sire then: what prooves you? A little of all noble Quallities: I could have kept a Hawke, and well have holloa'd To a deepe crie of Dogges; I dare not praise My feat in horsemanship: yet they that knew me Would say it was my best peece: last, and greatest, I would be thought a Souldier. You are perfect. Vpon my soule, a proper man. He is so. How doe you like him Ladie? I admire him, I have not seene so yong a man, so noble (If he say true,) of his sort. Beleeve, His mother was a wondrous handsome woman, His face me thinkes, goes that way. But his Body And firie minde, illustrate a brave Father. Marke how his vertue, like a hidden Sun Breakes through his baser garments. Hee's well got sure. What made you seeke this place Sir? Noble Theseus. To purchase name, and doe my ablest service To such a well-found wonder, as thy worth, Fo onely in thy Court, of all the world dwells faire-eyd honor. All his words are worthy. Sir, we are much endebted to your travell, Nor shall you loose your wish: Perithous Dispose of this faire Gentleman. Thankes Theseus. What ere you are y'ar mine, and I shall give you To a most noble service, to this Lady, This bright yong Virgin; pray observe her goodnesse; You have honourd hir faire birth-day, with your vertues, And as your due y'ar hirs: kisse her faire hand Sir. Sir, y'ar a noble Giver: dearest Bewtie, Thus let me seale my vowd faith: when your Servant (Your most unworthie Creature) but offends you, Command him die, he shall. That were too cruell. If you deserve well Sir; I shall soone see't: Y'ar mine, and somewhat better than your rancke Ile use you. Ile see you furnish'd, and because you say You are a horseman, I must needs intreat you This after noone to ride, but tis a rough one. I like him better (Prince) I shall not then Freeze in my Saddle. Sweet, you must be readie, And you Emilia, and you (Friend) and all To morrow by the Sun, to doe observance To flowry May, in Dians wood: waite well Sir Vpon your Mistris: Emely, I hope He shall not goe a foote.