Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.77 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
In this place first you fought: even very here I sundered you, acknowledge to the gods Our thanks that you are living: His part is played, and though it were too short He did it well: your day is lengthened, and, The blissful dew of heaven does arowze you. The powerful Venus, well hath graced her Altar, And given you your love: Our Master Mars Hast vouched his Oracle, and to Arcite gave The grace of the Contention: So the Deities Have showed due justice: Bear this hence. O Cosen, That we should things desire, which do cost us The loss of our desire; That nought could buy Dear love, but loss of dear love. Never Did play a subtler Game: The conquered triumphs, The victor has the Loss: yet in the passage, The gods have been most equal: Palamon, Your kinsman hath confessed the right o'th' Lady Did lie in you, for you first saw her, and Even then proclaimed your fancy: He restored her As your stolen jewel, and desired your spirit To send him hence forgiven; The gods my justice Take from my hand, and they themselves become The Executioners: Lead your Lady off; And call your Lovers from the stage of death, Whom I adopt my Friends. A day or two Let us look sadly, and give grace unto The Funeral of Arcite, in whose end The visages of bridegrooms we'll put on And smile with Palamon; for whom an hour, But one hour since, I was as dearly sorry, As glad of Arcite: and am now as glad, As for him sorry. O you heavenly Charmers, What things you make of us? For what we lack We laugh, for what we have, are sorry still, Are children in some kind. Let us be thankful For that which is, and with you leave dispute That are above our question: Let's go off, And bear us like the time: I Would now ask ye how ye like the Play, But as it is with School Boys, cannot say, I am cruel fearful: pray yet stay a while, And let me look upon ye: No man smile? Then it goes hard I see; He that has Loved a young handsome wench then, show his face: 'tis strange if none be here, and if he will Against his Conscience let him hiss, and kill Our Market: 'tis in vain, I see to stay ye, Have at the worst can come, then; Now what say ye? And yet mistake me not: I am not bold We have no such cause. If the tale we have told (For 'tis no other) any way content ye) (For to that honest purpose it was meant ye) We have our end; and ye shall have ere long I dare say many a better, to prolong Your old loves to us: we, and all our might, Rest at your service, Gentlemen, good night.
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In this place first you fought: ev'n very here I sundred you, acknowledge to the gods Our thankes that you are living: His part is playd, and though it were too short He did it well: your day is lengthned, and, The blissefull dew of heaven do's arowze you. The powerfull , well hath grac'd her Altar, And given you your love: Our Master Mars Hast vouch'd his Oracle, and to Arcite gave The grace of the Contention: So the Deities Have shewd due justice: Beare this hence. O Cosen, That we should things desire, which doe cost us The losse of our desire; That nought could buy Deare love, but losse of deare love. Never Did play a subtler : The conquerd triumphes, The victor has the Losse: yet in the passage, The gods have beene most equall: Palamon, Your kinseman hath confest the right o'th Lady Did lye in you, for you first saw her, and Even then proclaimd your fancie: He restord her As your stolne Iewell, and desir'd your spirit To send him hence forgiven; The gods my justice Take from my hand, and they themselves become The Executioners: Leade your Lady off; And call your Lovers from the stage of death, Whom I adopt my Frinds. A day or two Let us looke sadly, and give grace unto The Funerall of Arcite, in whose end The visages of weele put on And smile with Palamon; for whom an houre, But one houre since, I was as dearely sorry, As glad of Arcite: and am now as glad, As for him sorry. O you heavenly Charmers, What things you make of us? For what we lacke We laugh, for what we have, are sorry still, Are children in some kind. Let us be thankefull For that which is, and with you leave dispute That are above our question: Let's goe off, And beare us like the time: I Would now aske ye how ye like the Play, But as it is with Schoole Boyes, cannot say, I am cruell fearefull: pray yet stay a while, And let me looke upon ye: No man smile? Then it goes hard I see; He that has Lov'd a yong hansome wench then, show his face: Tis strange if none be heere, and if he will Against his Conscience let him hisse, and kill Our Market: Tis in vaine, I see to stay yee, Have at the worst can come, then; Now what say ye? And yet mistake me not: I am not bold We have no such cause. If the tale we have told (For tis no other) any way content ye) (For to that honest purpose it was ment ye) We have our end; and ye shall have ere long I dare say many a better, to prolong Your old loves to us: we, and all our might, Rest at your service, Gentlemen, good night.