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 0.79 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
And may use it Without control or check. 'Tis fit they should, Their privilege were less else, than their Subjects. Let them have their humours, there's no crossing 'em. ANd can it be your bounties should fall down In showers on my ingratitude? or the wrongs Your Greatness should revenge, teach you to pity? What retribution can I make? what service Pay to your goodness, that in some proportion May to the world express, I would be thankful? Since my engagements are so great, that all My best endeavours to appear your creature Can but proclaim my wants, and what I owe To your magnificence. All debts are discharged In this acknowledgement: yet since you please I shall impose some terms of satisfaction For that which you profess yourself obliged for, They shall be gentle ones, and such as will not I hope afflict you. Make me understand Great Princess, what they are, and my obedience Shall with all cheerful willingness subscribe To what you shall command. I will bind you to Make good your promise. First, I then enjoin you To love a Lady, that a Noble way Truly affects you, and that you would take To your protection and care the Dukedom Of Urbin, which no more is mine, but yours. And that when you have full possession of My person, as my fortunes, you would use me Not as a Princess, but instruct me in The duties of an humble wife, for such (The privilege of my birth no more remembered) I will be to you. This consented to All injuries forgotten, on your lips I thus sign your quietus. I am wretched In having but one life to be employed As you please to dispose it. And believe it, If it be not already forfeited To the fury of my Prince, as 'tis your gift, With all the faculties of my soul, I'll study In what I may to serve you. I am happy In this assurance. What Sweet Lady's this? 'Tis Lidia madam, she.— I understand you: Nay, blush not, by my life she is a rare one! And if I were your Judge I would not blame you, To like and love her. But Sir you are mine now, And I presume so on your constancy, That I dare not be jealous. All thoughts of her Are in your goodness buried. Pray you Sir Be comforted, your innocence should not know What 'tis to fear, and if that you but look on The guards that you have in yourself, you cannot. The Duke's your Uncle Sir, and though a little Incensed against you, when he sees your sorrow He must be reconciled. What rugged Tartar, Or cannibal, though bathed in humane gore, But looking on your sweetness, would forget His cruel nature, and let fall his weapon, Though then aimed at your throat?
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And may use it Without controule or check. 'Tis fit they should, Their priviledge were lesse else, then their Subjects. Let them have their humors, there's no crossing 'em. ANd can it be your bounties should fall down In showers on my ingratitude? or the wrongs Your Greatnesse should revenge, teach you to pittie? What retribution can I make? what service Pay to your goodnesse, that in some proportion May to the world expresse, I would be thankfull? Since my engagements are so great, that all My best endevours to appeare your creature Can but proclaime my wants, and what I owe To your magnificence. All debts are discharg'd In this acknowledgement: yet since you please I shall impose some termes of satisfaction For that which you professe your selfe oblig'd for, They shall be gentle ones, and such as will not I hope afflict you. Make me understand Great Princesse, what they are, and my obedience Shall with all cheerefull willingnesse subscribe To what you shall command. I will binde you to Make good your promise. First, I then enjoyne you To love a Lady, that a Noble way Truly affects you, and that you would take To your protection and care the Dukedome Of Urbin, which no more is mine, but yours. And that when you have full possession of My person, as my fortunes, you would use me Not as a Princesse, but instruct me in The duties of an humble wife, for such (The priviledge of my birth no more remembred) I will be to you. This consented to All injuries forgotten, on your lips I thus signe your quietus. I am wretched In having but one life to be imploy'd As you please to dispose it. And believe it, If it be not already forfeited To the furie of my Prince, as 'tis your gift, With all the faculties of my soule, I'll study In what I may to serve you. I am happy In this assurance. What Sweet Lady's this? 'Tis Lidia Madame, she. — I understand you: Nay, blush not, by my life she is a rare one! And if I were your Judge I would not blame you, To like and love her. But Sir you are mine now, And I presume so on your constancie, That I dare not be jealous. All thoughts of her Are in your goodnesse buried. Pray you Sir Be comforted, your innocence should not know What 'tis to feare, and if that you but looke on The guards that you have in your selfe, you cannot. The Duke's your Uncle Sir, and though a little Incens'd against you, when he sees your sorrow He must be reconcil'd. What rugged Tartar, Or Canniball, though bath'd in humane gore, But looking on your sweetnesse, would forget His cruell nature, and let fall his weapon, Though then aym'd at your throat?