Heywood, Thomas · published 1634 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1625-1634] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
This Strozas language moves me, and I intent To try what patience, constancy, and love There can be found in woman: why do you weep? You are not hungry, for your bellie's full; Lady, be ruled by me: take the advice A Doctor gave a Gentleman of ate, That sent to him to know, whether Tobacco Were good for him or no: My friend quoth he, If thou didst never love it, never take it; If thou didst ever love it, never leave it: So I to thee; if thou wert as thou hast Been always honest, I could wish thee still So to continue; but being a broken Lady, Your only way's to make use of your Talon, Farewell, I'll to my Country. Oh miserable, Let me but reckon up ten thousand ills My looseness hath committed, the aspersion And scandalous reputation of my Child, My Father too, 'tmust come unto his care, Oh— julia. Away. Come hither, but one word. That all those black occurrents should conspire, And end in my disgrace. Ha! what's the business? If all men were such, I should be sorry that a man begot me, Although he were my father. Iulia, how's that? Oh Sir, you come to know whether Tobacco be good for you or no; I'll tell you, if you never took it, never take it then, or it you ever used it, take it still; Nay, I'm an excellent Philistian grown of late I tell you. What mean these strange Anagrams? I am thy Father and I love thee sweet. Love me thou dost not. Why thou dost know I do. I say thou dost not: lay no wager with me, For if thou dost, there will be two to one On my side against thee. Ha! I am thy Father Why Iulia? How my Father! then do one thing For me your Daughter One thing? any thing, Ay all things. Instantly then draw your sword And pierce me to the heart. I love thee not so ill, To be the Author of thy death. Nor I myself so well, as to desire A longer life: if you be then my Father, Punish a sin that hath disgraced your Daughter, Scandald your blood, and poisoned it with mud. Be plain with vs. See, I am strumpeted, A bastard issue grows within my womb. Whose fact? Prince Parmaes. Stroza. My Lord. Search out Prince Parma, bring the Traitor back again Dead or alive. My Lord, he is a Prince. No matter; for his head shall be the ransom Of this foul Treason. When I say begone. But as for thee base and degenerate— Do show yourself a Prince: let her no longer Live, that hath thus disgraced your Royal Blood. Nature prevails 'boue honour: her offence Merits my vengeance, but the name of Child Abates my Swords keen edge: yet Royalty Take th'uppper hand of pity: kill the strumpet, And be renowned for justice.
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This Strozas language moues me, and I intend To try what patience, constancy, and loue There can be found in woman: why do you weepe? You are not hungry, for your bellie's full; Lady, be rul'd by me: take the aduice A Doctor gaue a Gentleman of ate, That sent to him to know, whether Tobacco Were good for him or no: My friend quoth he, If thou didst neuer loue it, neuer take it; If thou didst euer loue it, neuer leaue it: So I to thee; if thou wert as thou hast Beene alwayes honest, I could wish thee still So to continue; but being a broken Lady, Your onely way's to make vse of your Talent, Farewell, I'le to my Countrey. Oh miserable, Let me but reckon vp ten thousand ills My loosenesse hath committed, the aspersion And scandalous reputation of my Childe, My Father too, 'tmust come vnto his care, Oh— Iulia. Away. Come hither, but one word. That all those blacke occurrents should conspire, And end in my disgrace. Ha! what's the businesse? If all men were such, I should be sorry that a man begot me, Although he were my father. Iulia, how's that? Oh Sir, you come to know whether Tobacco be good for you or no; Ile tell you, if you neuer tooke it, neuer take it then, or it you euer vs'd it, take it still; Nay, I'me an excellent Philistian growne of late I tell you. What meane these strange Anagrams? I am thy Father and I loue thee sweete. Loue me thou dost not. VVhy thou doest know I doe. I say thou doest not: lay no wager with me, For if thou dost, there will be two to one On my side against thee. Ha! I am thy Father Why Iulia? How my Father! then doe one thing For me your Daughter One thing? any thing, Ey all things. Instantly then draw your sword And pierce me to the heart. I loue thee not so ill, To be the Author of thy death. Nor I my selfe so well, as to desire A longer life: if you be then my Father, Punish a sinne that hath disgrac't your Daughter, Scandald your blood, and poyson'd it with mud. Be plaine with vs. See, I am strumpeted, A bastard issue growes within my wombe. VVhose fact? Prince Parmaes. Stroza. My Lord. Search out Prince Parma, bring the Traytour backe againe Dead or aliue. My Lord, he is a Prince. No matter; for his head shall be the ransome Of this foule Treason. When I say begon. But as for thee base and degenerate— Doe shew your selfe a Prince: let her no longer Liue, that hath thus disgrac't your Royall Blood. Nature preuailes 'boue honour: her offence Merits my vengeance, but the name of Childe Abates my Swords keene edge: yet Royalty Take th'vpper hand of pitty: kill the strumpet, And be renown'd for Iustice.