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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
No, I am bettered. Will you join with us? As I like the project. Let me warm my brains first with the richest Grape, And then I am for you. We will want no wine. That this comes only from the best of Princes, With a kind of adoration does command me To entertain it, and the sweet contents That are inscribed here by his hand, must be Much more than musical to me. All the service Of my life at no part can deserve this favour. O what a virgin longing I feel on me. To unrip the seal, and read it, yet to break What he hath fastened, rashly, may appear A saucy rudeness in me. I must do it, (Nor can I else learn his commands, or serve'em) But with such reverence, as I would open Some holy Writ, whose grave instructions beat down Rebellious sins, and teach my better part How to mount upward. So, 'tis done, & I With eagle's eyes will curiously peruse it. Chaste Lidia: the favours are so great On me by you conferred, that to entreat The least addition to 'em, in true sense May argue me of blushless impudence. But such are my extremes, if you deny A farther grace, I must unpitied die. Hast cuts off circumstance; as you are admired for beauty, the report of it hath fired The Duke my Uncle, and I fear you'll prove, Not with a sacred, but unlawful love. If he see you, as you are, my hoped-for light Is changed into an everlasting night. How to prevent it, if your goodness find You save two lives, and me you ever bind, The honourer of your virtues, Giovanni. Were I more deaf than Adders, these sweet charms Would through my ears find passage to my soul, And soon inchant it: To save such a Prince Who would not perish? Virtue in him must suffer, And piety be forgotten. The Duke's lust Though it raged more than Tarquin's, shall not reach me. All quaint inventions of chaste virgins aid me! My prayers are heard, I have't. The Duke ne'er saw me, Or if that fail, I am again provided. But for the servants! They will take what form I please to put upon them. Giovanni. Be safe, thy servant Lidia assures it. Let mountains of afflictions fall on me, Their weight is easy, so I set thee free. ARe you not tired with travail Sir? No, no, I am fresh and lusty. This day shall be ever A holy day to me, that brings my Prince Under my humble roof. See Sir, my good Tutor Sheds tears for joy. Dry them up Charomonte, And all forbear the room, while we exchange Some private words together. O my Lord, How grossly have we overshot ourselves! In what Sir? In forgetting to acquaint My Guardian with our purpose; all that Lidia Can do, avails us nothing; if the Duke Find out the truth from him.
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No, I am better'd. Will you joyne with us? As I like the project. Let me warme my braines first with the richest Grape, And then I am for you. We will want no wine. That this comes onely from the best of Princes, With a kinde of adoration does command me To entertaine it, and the sweet contents That are inscrib'd here by his hand, must be Much more then musicall to me. All the service Of my life at no part can deserve this favour. O what a virgin longing I feele on me. To unrip the seale, and reade it, yet to breake What he hath fastned, rashly, may appeare A sawcie rudenesse in me. I must doe it, (Nor can I else learne his commands, or serve'em) But with such reverence, as I would open Some holy Writ, whose grave instructions beat downe Rebellious sinnes, and teach my better part How to mount upward. So, 'tis done, & I With Eagles eyes wil curiously peruse it. Chast Lidia: the favours are so great On me by you conferr'd, that to intreat The least addition to 'em, in true sense May argue me of blushlesse impudence. But such are my extreames, if you denie A farther grace, I must unpittied die. Hast cuts off circumstance; as you are admir'd for beauty, the report of it hath fir'd The Duke my Vncle, and I feare you'll prove, Not with a sacred, but unlawfull love. If he see you, as you are, my hop'd-for light Is chang'd into an everlasting night. How to prevent it, if your goodnesse finde You save two lives, and me you ever binde, The honourer of your vertues, Giovanni. Were I more deafe then Adders, these sweet charmes Would through my eares finde passage to my soule, And soone inchant it: To save such a Prince VVho would not perish? Vertue in him must suffer, And piety be forgotten. The Dukes lust Though it rag'd more then Tarquins, shall not reach me. All quaint inventions of chast virgins ayde me! My prayers are heard, I have't. The Duke ne're saw me, Or if that faile, I am againe provided. But for the servants! They wil take what forme I please to put upon them. Giovanni. Be safe, thy servant Lidia assures it. Let mountaines of afflictions fall on me, Their waight is easie, so I set thee free. ARe you not tyr'd with travaile Sir? No, no, I am fresh and lustie. This day shall be ever A holy day to me, that brings my Prince Under my humble roofe. See Sir, my good Tutor Sheds teares for joy. Dry them up Charomonte, And all forbeare the roome, while we exchange Some private words together. O my Lord, How grosly have we overshot our selves! In what Sir? In forgetting to acquaint My Guardian with our purpose; all that Lidia Can doe, availes us nothing; if the Duke Finde out the truth from him.