Massinger, Philip · published 1636 · first performed or written 1627 [licensed for stage, Jul 5] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.81 · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Every day new honours Are showered upon him, and without the envy Of such as are good men. Since all confess The service done our Master in his wars 'Gainst Pisa, and Sienna, may with justice Claim what's conferred upon him. 'Tis said nobly. For Princes never more make known their wisdom Then when they cherish goodness, where they find it, They being men, and not Gods, Contarino; They can give wealth and titles, but no virtues; That is without their power. When they advance (Not out of judgement, but deceiving fancy) An undeserving man, howe'er set of With all the trim of greatness, state, and power, And of a creature ev'n grown terrible To him from whom he took his Giant form, This thing is still a Comet, no true star; And when the bounties feeding his false fire Begin to fail, will of itself go out, And what was dreadful, proves ridiculous. But in our Sanazarro 'tis not so. He being pure and tried gold, and any stamp Of grace to make him currant to the world The Duke is pleased to give him, will add honour To the great bestower, for he though allowed Companion to his Master, still preserves His Majesty in full lustre. He indeed At no part does take from it, but becomes A partner of his cares, and eases him, With willing shoulders, of a burden, which He should alone sustain. Is He yet married? No Signior, still a Bachelor, howe'er It is apparent, that the choicest Virgin For beauty, bravery, and wealth in Florence, Would with her Parents glad consent, be won (Were his affection, and intent but known) To be at his devotion. So I think too. But break we off. Here comes my Princely charge. Make your approaches boldly, you will find A courteous entertainment. Pray you forbear My hand, good Signior. 'Tis a ceremony Not due to me. 'Tis fit we should embrace With mutual arms. It is a favour Sir I grieve to be denied. You shall o'ercome. But 'tis your pleasure, not my pride that grants it. Nay pray you Guardian, and good Sir, put on: How ill it shows to have that reverend head Be uncovered to a Boy? Your Excellence Must give me liberty to observe the distance And duty that I owe you. Owe me duty? I do profess, and when I'do deny it Good fortune leave me; You have been to me A second Father, and may justly challenge (For training up my youth in Arts, and Arms) As much respect, and service, as was due To him that gave me life. And did you know Sir Or will believe from me, how many sleeps Good Charomonte hath broken in his care To build me up a man, you must confess Chiron the Tutor to the great Achilles Compared with him, deserves not to be named. And if my gracious Uncle the great Duke Still holds me worthy his consideration, Or finds in me ought worthy to be loved, That little rivulet flowed from this spring, And so from me report him.
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Every day new honours Are showr'd upon him, and without the envie Of such as are good men. Since all confesse The service done our Master in his warres 'Gainst Pisa, and Sienna, may with justice Claime what's conferr'd upon him. 'Tis said nobly. For Princes never more make knowne their wisdome Then when they cherish goodnesse, where they finde it, They being men, and not Gods, Contarino; They can give wealth and titles, but no vertues; That is without their power. When they advance (Not out of judgement, but deceiving fancie) An undeserving man, how ere set of With all the trim of greatnesse, state, and power, And of a creature ev'n growne terrible To him from whom he tooke his Gyant forme, This thing is still a Comet, no true starre; And when the bounties feeding his false fire Begin to faile, will of it selfe goe out, And what was dreadfull, prooves ridiculous. But in our Sanazarro 'tis not so. He being pure and tride gold, and any stamp Of grace to make him currant to the world The Duke is pleas'd to give him, will adde honor To the great bestower, for he though allow'd Companion to his Master, still preserves His Majestie in full lustre. Hee indeede At no part does take from it, but becomes A partner of his cares, and eases him, With willing shoulders, of a burthen, which Hee should alone sustaine. Is Hee yet married? No Signior, still a Batchelor, how e're It is apparent, that the choycest Virgin For beauty, bravery, and wealth in Florence, Would with her Parents glad consent, be woon (Were his affection, and intent but knowne) To be at his devotion. So I think too. But break we off. Here comes my Princely charge. Make your approaches boldly, you will finde A courteous entertainment. Pray you forbeare My hand, good Signior. 'Tis a ceremony Not due to me. 'Tis fit we should embrace With mutuall armes. It is a favour Sir I grieve to be denide. You shall o're-come. But tis your pleasure, not my pride that grants it. Nay pray you Guardian, and good Sir, put on: How ill it shewes to have that reverend head Be uncover'd to a Boy? Your Excellence Must give me liberty to observe the distance And duty that l'owe you. Owe me duty? I doe professe, and when I'doe denie it Good fortune leave me; You have beene to me A second Father, and may justly challenge (For trayning up my youth in Arts, and Armes) As much respect, and service, as was due To him that gave me life. And did you know Sir Or will beleeve from me, how many sleepes Good Charomonte hath broken in his care To build me up a man, you must confesse Chiron the Tutor to the great Achilles Compar'd with him, deserves not to be nam'd. And if my gracious Uncle the great Duke Still holds me worthy his consideration, Or findes in me ought worthy to be lov'd, That little rivolet flow'd from this spring, And so from me report him.