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 0.80 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Fame already Hath filled his highness' ears with the true story Of what you are, and how much bettered by him. And 'tis his purpose to reward the travail Of this grave Sir with a magnificent hand. For though his tenderness hardly could consent To have you one hour absent from his sight, For full three years he did deny himself The pleasure He took in you, that you, here From this great Master might arrive unto The Theory of those high mysteries Which you by action must make plain in Court. 'Tis therefore his request (and that from him Your Excellence must grant a strict command) That instantly (it being not five hours' riding) You should take horse, and visit him. These his letters Will yield you farther reasons. To the Court! Farewell the flower then of the country's garland. This is our Sun, and when he's set, we must not Expect or Spring, or Summer, but resolve For a perpetual Winter. Pray you observe The frequent changes in his face. As if His much unwillingness to leave your house, Contended with his duty. Now he appears Collected and resolved. It is the Duke! The Duke upon whose favour, all my hopes And fortunes do depend. Nor must I check At his commands for any private motives That do invite my stay here, though they are Almost not to be mastered. My obedience In my departing suddenly shall confirm I am his highness' creature. Yet I hope A little stay to take a solemn farewell For all those ravishing pleasures I have tasted In this my sweet retirement, from my Guardian, And his incomparable daughter, cannot meet An ill construction. I will answer that, Use your own will. I would speak to your Sir In such a phrase as might express the thanks My heart would gladly pay. But.— I conceive you: And something I would say, but I must do it In that dumb rhetoric, which you make use of; For I do wish you all.— I know not how My toughness melts, and spite of my discretion I must turn woman. What a sympathy There is between 'em. Were I on the Rack I could not shed a tear. But I am mad, And ten to one shall hang myself for sorrow Before I shift my shirt. But hear you Sir, I'll separate you. When you are gone, what will Become of me? Why thou shalt to Court with me. To see you worried? Worried Calandrino? Yes Sir. For bring this sweet face to the Court There will be such a longing 'mong the Madames, Who shall engross it first, nay fight and scratch for't, That if they be not stopped, for entertainment They'll kiss his lips off. Nay, if you'll soap so And not be tempted to a farther danger, These Succubae are so sharp set, that you must Give out you are an Eunuch.
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Fame already Hath fill'd his Highnesse eares with the true story Of what you are, and how much better'd by him. And 'tis his purpose to reward the travaile Of this grave Sir with a magnificent hand. For though his tendernesse hardly could consent To have you one houre absent from his sight, For full three yeares he did denie himselfe The pleasure Hee tooke in you, that you, here From this great Master might arrive unto The Theory of those high mysteries Which you by action must make plaine in Court. 'Tis therefore his request (and that from him Your Excellence must grant a strict command) That instantly (it being not five houres riding) You should take horse, and visit him. These his letters Will yeeld you farther reasons. To the Court! Farewell the flower then of the Countries garland. This is our Sunne, and when Hee's set, we must not Expect or Spring, or Summer, but resolve For a perpetuall Winter. Pray you observe The frequent changes in his face. As if His much unwillingnesse to leave your house, Contended with his duty. Now he appeares Collected and resolv'd. It is the Duke! The Duke upon whose favour, all my hopes And fortunes doe depend. Nor must I check At his commands for any private motives That doe invite my stay here, though they are Almost not to be master'd. My obedience In my departing suddenly shall confirme I am his Highnesse creature. Yet I hope A little stay to take a solemne farewell For all those ravishing pleasures I have tasted In this my sweet retirement, from my Guardian, And his incomparable daughter, cannot meete An ill construction. I will answer that, Use your owne will. I would speake to your Sir In such a phrase as might expresse the thanks My heart would gladly pay. But. — I conceive you: And something I would say, but I must doe it In that dumb rhetorique, which you make use of; For I doe wish you all. — I know not how My toughnesse melts, and spite of my discretion I must turne woman. What a sympathic There is betweene em. Were I on the Rack I could not shed a teare. But I am mad, And ten to one shall hang my selfe for sorrow Before I shift my shirt. But heare you Sir, I'll separate you. When you are gone, what will Become of me? Why thou shalt to Court with me. To see you worried? Worried Calandrino? Yes Sir. For bring this sweet face to the Court There will be such a longing 'mong the Madames, Who shall ingrosse it first, nay fight and scratch for't, That if they be not stop'd, for entertainment They'll kisse his lips off. Nay, if you'll soape so And not be tempted to a farther danger, These Succube are so sharp set, that you must Give out you are an Eunuch.