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 0.84 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
You press us With solid arguments we grant, and though We stand not bound to yield account to any Why we do this or that (the full consent Of our Subjects being included in our Will) We out of our free bounties will deliver The motives that divert us. You well know That three years since to our much grief, we lost Our Duchess, such a Duchess, that the world In her whole course of life, yields not a Lady That can with imitation deserve To be her second: in her grave we buried All thoughts of woman: let this satisfy For any second marriage. Now whereas You name the heir of Urbin, as a Princess Of great revenues, 'tis confessed she is so; But for some causes private to ourself, We have disposed her otherwise. Yet despair not, For you ere long with joy shall understand, That in our Princely care we have provided One worthy to succeed us. We submit, And hold the counsels of great Cozimo Oraculous. My Sanazaro. Nay, Forbear all ceremony. You look sprightly friend, And promise in your clear aspect some novel That may delight us. O Sir, I would not be The Harbinger of aught that might distaste you. And therefore know (for 'twere a sin to torture Your highness' expectation) your vice-admiral By my directions hath surprised the Galleys Appointed to transport the Asian tribute Of the great Turk, a richer Prize was never Brought into Florence. Still my Nightingale, That with sweet accents dost assure me, that My Spring of happiness comes fast upon me. Embrace me boldly. I pronounce that wretch An enemy to brave and thriving action, That dares believe, but in a thought, we are Too prodigal in our favours to this man, Whose merits, though with him we should divide Our Dukedom, still continuous his debtor. 'Tis far from me. We all applaud it. Nay, blush not Sanazarro, we are proud Of what we build up in thee, nor can our Election be disparaged; since we have not Received into our bosom and our grace A glorious lazy drone, grown fat with feeding On other's toil, but an industrious Bee That crops the sweet flowers of our enemies, And every happy evening returns Loaden with wax and honey to our Hive. My best endeavours never can discharge The service I should pay. Thou art too modest, But we will study how to give, and when, Before it be demanded. Giovanni! My Nephew; let me eye thee better Boy. In thee methinks my Sister lives again: For her love I will be a Father to thee, For thou art my adopted Son. Your Servant And humblest Subject. Thy hard travail Nephew Requires soft rest, and therefore we forbear For the present an account, how thou hast spent Thy absent hours. See Signiors, see, our care Without a second bed provides you of A hopeful Prince. Carry him to his Lodgings, And for his farther honour Sanazarro With the rest do you attend him.
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You presse us VVith solid arguments we grant, and though VVe stand not bound to yeeld account to any VVhy we doe this or that (the full consent Of our Subjects being included in our Will) We out of our free bounties will deliver The motives that divert us. You well know That three yeeres since to our much griefe, we lost Our Dutches, such a Dutches, that the world In her whole course of life, yeelds not a Lady That can with imitation deserve To be her second: in her grave we buried All thoughts of woman: let this satisfie For any second marriage. Now whereas You name the heire of Vrbin, as a Princesse Of great revenues, 'tis confess'd she is so; But for some causes private to our selfe, We have dispos'd her otherwise. Yet despaire not, For you ere long with joy shall understand, That in our Princely care we have provided One worthy to succeed us. We submit, And hold the counsailes of great Cozimo Oraculous. My Sanazaro. Nay, Forbeare all ceremony. You looke sprightly friend, And promise in your cleare aspect some novell That may delight us. O Sir, I would not be The Harbinger of ought that might distast you. And therefore know (for 'twere a sinne to torture Your Highnesse expectation) your Vice-Admirall By my directions hath surpriz'd the Gallies Appointed to transport the Asian tribute Of the great Turke, a richer Prize was never Brought into Florence. Still my Nightingale, That with sweet accents doest assure me, that My Spring of happinesse comes fast upon me. Embrace me boldly. I pronounce that wretch An enemy to brave and thriving action, That dares beleeve, but in a thought, we are Too prodigall in our favours to this man, Whose merits, though with him we should devide Our Dukedome, still continuous his debtor. 'Tis farre from me. We all applaud it. Nay, blush not Sanazarro, we are proud Of what we build up in thee, nor can our Election be disparag'd; since we have not Receiv'd into our bosome and our grace A glorious lazie Droane, growne fat with feeding On others toyle, but an industrious Bee That crops the sweet flowers of our enemies, And every happy evening returnes Loaden with wax and hony to our Hive. My best endevours never can discharge The service I should pay. Thou art too modest, But we will study how to give, and when, Before it be demanded. Giovanni! My Nephew; let me eye thee better Boy. In thee me thinks my Sister lives againe: For her love I will be a Father to thee, For thou art my adopted Sonne. Your Servant And humblest Subject. Thy hard travaile Nephew Requires soft rest, and therefore we forbeare For the present an account, how thou hast spent Thy absent houres. See Signiors, see, our care Without a second bed provides you of A hopefull Prince. Carrie him to his Lodgings, And for his farther honour Sanazarro With the rest doe you attend him.