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 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
One word more And then I come. And after this, when with Continued innocence, of love, and service, I had grown ripe for hymeneal joys Embracing you, but with a lawful flame I might have been your husband. Sir, I was And ever am your servant, but it was, And 'tis far from me, in a thought to cherish Such saucy hopes: If I had been the heir Of all the Globes and Sceptres mankind bows to, At my best you had deserved me; as I am howe'er unworthy, in my virgin zeal I wish you as a partner of your bed, A Princess equal to you, such a one That may make it the study of her life, With all th'obedience of a wife to please you. May you have happy issue, and I live To be their humblest handmaid. I am dumb, And can make no reply. Your Excellence Will be benighted. This kiss bathed in tears May learn you what I should say. Give me leave To wait on you to your horse. And me to bring you To the one half of your journey. Your love puts Your age to too much trouble. I grow young When most I serve you. Sir, the Duke shall thank you. HIs Highness cannot take it ill. However, We with our duties shall express our care For the safety of his Dukedom. And our loves To his person. Here he comes. Present it boldly. What needs this form? we are not grown so proud As to disdain familiar conference With such as are to counsel, and direct us. This kind of adoration showed not well In the old Roman Emperors, who forgetting That they were flesh & blood, would be styled gods, In us to suffer it were worse. Pray you rise. Still the old suit, with too much curiousness You have too often searched this wound, which yields Security and rest, not trouble to me. For here you grieve, that my firm resolution Continues me a Widower; and that My want of issue to succeed me in My government, when I am dead, may breed Distraction in the State, and make the name And family of the Medici's, now admired, Contemptible. And with strong reason's Sir. For were you old and past hope to beget The model of yourself; we should be silent. But being in your height and pride of years As you are now great Sir, and having too In your possession the daughter of The deceased Duke of Urbin, and his heir, Whose Guardian you are made, were you but pleased To think her worthy of you, besides children The Dukedom she brings with her for a dower, Will yield a large increase of strength and power To those fair territories, which already Acknowledge you their absolute Lord.
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One word more And then I come. And after this, when with Continued innocence, of love, and service, I had growne ripe for Hymenaeall joyes Embracing you, but with a lawfull flame I might have beene your husband. Sir, I was And ever am your servant, but it was, And 'tis farre from me, in a thought to cherish Such sawcie hopes: If I had beene the heire Of all the Globes and Scepters mankind bowes to, At my best you had deserv'd me; as I am How e're unworthy, in my virgin zeale I wish you as a partner of your bed, A Princesse equall to you, such a one That may make it the study of her life, With all th'obedience of a wife to please you. May you have happy issue, and I live To be their humblest handmayde. I am dumb, And can make no reply. Your Excellence Will be benighted. This kisse bath'd in teares May learne you what I should say. Give me leave To wayt on you to your horse. And me to bring you To the one halfe of your journey. Your love puts Your age to too much trouble. I grow young When most I serve you. Sir, the Duke shal thank you. HIs Highnesse cannot take it ill. However, We with our duties shall expresse our care For the safety of his Dukedome. And our loves To his person. Here he comes. Present it boldly. What needs this form? we are not grown so proud As to disdaine familiar conference With such as are to counsaile, and direct us. This kinde of adoration shew'd not well In the old Roman Emperors, who forgetting That they were flesh & blood, would be styl'd gods, In us to suffer it were worse. Pray you rise. Still the old suit, with too much curiousnesse You have too often search'd this wound, which yeelds Security and rest, not trouble to me. For here you grieve, that my firme resolution Continues me a Widdower; and that My want of issue to succeede me in My government, when I am dead, may breed Distraction in the State, and make the name And family of the Medices, now admir'd, Contemptible. And with strong reasons Sir. For were you old and past hope to beget The modell of your selfe; we should be silent. But being in your height and pride of yeeres As you are now great Sir, and having too In your possession the daughter of The deceas'd Duke of Vrbin, and his heire, Whose Guardian you are made, were you but pleas'd To think her worthy of you, besides children The Dukedome she brings with her for a dower, Will yeeld a large encrease of strength and power To those faire territories, which already Acknowledge you their absolute Lord.