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 0.85 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Pray you believe Sir What you deliver to me, shall be locked up In a strong Cabinet; of which you yourself Shall keep the key. For here I pawn my Honour (Which is the best security I can give yet) It shall not be discovered. This assurance Is more than I with modesty could demand From such a paymaster, but I must be sudden, And therefore to the purpose. Can your Excellence In your imagination conceive On what design, or whither the Dukes will Commanded me hence last night? No I assure you, And it had been a rudeness to inquire Of that I was not called to. Grant me hearing, And I will make you truly understand, It only did concern you. Me my Lord? You in your present state, and future fortunes, For both lie at the stake? You much amaze me. Pray you resolve this riddle. You know the Duke, If he die issueless (as yet he is) Determines you his Heir. It hath pleased his Highness Oft to profess so much. But say, he should Be won to prove a second wife, on whom He may beget a son, how in a moment Will all those glorious expectations, which Render you reverenced and remarkable, Be in a moment blasted, howe'er you are His much loved sister's son? I must bear it With patience, and in me it is a duty That I was borne with: and 'twere much unfit For the receiver of a benefit To offer for his own ends, to prescribe Laws to the giver's pleasure. Sweetly answered, And like your noble self. This your rare temper So wins upon me, that I would not live (If that by honest Arts I can prevent it) To see your hopes made frustrate. And but think How you shall be transformed from what you are, Should this (as heaven avert it) ever happen, It must disturb your peace. For whereas now, Being as you are received for the Heir apparent, You are no sooner seen, but wondered at; The Signiors making it a business to inquire how you have slept; and as you walk The streets of Florence, the glad multitude In throngs press but to see you, and with joy The Father, pointing with his finger, tells His son, This is the Prince, the hopeful Prince, That must hereafter rule, and you obey him. Great Ladies beg your picture, and make love To that, despairing to enjoy the substance. And but the last night, when't was only rumoured That you were come to Court (as if you had By Sea past hither from another world) What general shouts, and acclamations followed, The bells rung loud, the bonfires blazed, and such As loved not wine, carrow sing to your health, Were drunk, and blushed not at it. And is this A happiness to part with?
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Pray you beleeve Sir What you deliver to me, shall be lock'd up In a strong Cabinet; of which you your selfe Shall keepe the key. For here I pawne my Honor (Which is the best security I can give yet) It shall not be discover'd. This assurance Is more then I with modesty could demand From such a paymaster, but I must be suddaine, And therefore to the purpose. Can your Excellence In your imagination conceive On what designe, or whither the Dukes will Commanded me hence last night? No I assure you, And it had beene a rudenesse to enquire Of that I was not call'd to. Grant me hearing, And I will make you truly understand, It onely did concerne you. Me my Lord? You in your present state, and future fortunes, For both lye at the stake? You much amaze me. Pray you resolve this riddle. You know the Duke, If he die issue-lesse (as yet he is) Determines you his Heire. It hath pleas'd his Highnesse Oft to professe so much. But say, he should Be woone to prove a second wife, on whom He may beget a sonne, how in a moment Will all those glorious expectations, which Render you reverenc'd and remarkable, Be in a moment blasted, how e're you are His much lov'd sisters sonne? I must beare it With patience, and in me it is a duty That I was borne with: and 'twere much unfit For the receiver of a benefit To offer for his owne ends, to prescribe Lawes to the givers pleasure. Sweetly answer'd, And like your noble selfe. This your rare temper So winnes upon me, that I would not live (If that by honest Arts I can prevent it) To see your hopes made frustrate. And but think How you shall be transform'd from what you are, Should this (as heaven avert it) ever happen, It must disturbe your peace. For whereas now, Being as you are receiv'd for the Heire apparant, You are no sooner seene, but wondredat; The Signiors making it a businesse to Enquire how you have slep'd; and as you walke The streetes of Florence, the glad multitude In throngs presse but to see you, and with joy The Father, pointing with his finger, tells His sonne, This is the Prince, the hopefull Prince, That must hereafter rule, and you obey him. Great Ladies begge your picture, and make love To that, despairing to enjoy the substance. And but the last night, when't was onely rumor'd That you were come to Court (as if you had By Sea past hither from another world) What generall showts, and acclamations follow'd, The bells rung lowd, the boonfires blaz'd, and such As lov'd not wine, carrow sing to your health, Were drunk, and blush'd not at it. And is this A happinesse to part with?