Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I'll use the power custom and nature gives me, To force you to your happiness. How now my Lord? what miracle can raise a Tempest here, where so much beauty reigns? My Lord, you are not practised in the cares of Fathers. I thought to have seen this Gentleman My son tomorrow; and she does not refuse him: but— It must not be, pardon me virtue, that I begin An act, will set a stain upon my blushing brow: Yet I must through. Lord PINDARUS, my Fortunes carry a pardon with them, when They make me err in acts of ceremonial Decencies, they have been so heavy and so mighty, They have bent me so low to th'earth, I could not cast my face upwards to hope a blessing, The cause you are perfect in. 'Tis a noble sorrow, but your deep Melancholy Gives it too large a growth. Thus all do press it; yet had my grief relation Only to myself, I would not part them from My heart and memory they justly do possess: But my father hath no more issue save myself, For to confer his name and fortunes on. Our Greece would mourn if such a glorious Stock should end in the most flourishing branch. If you do wish it a continuance, 'tis in your Power to make it lasting to ages. Since my MILESIA'S death, I have not loved a Lady equal With your HERMIONE, in her I hope to lose My swollen misfortunes, and find out a joy That may extinguish them: 'tis now no time To tell her how much I am her servant: for This Lord here that does pretend to her fair Graces, before I had declared myself his Rival, perchance you would believe me, if I had said, he no way doth deserve her. Where you pretend who can, but Heaven That designed a blessing to my child, it had Been pride to hope for, hath made her still Averse to his pretences; but giving her the Liberty of refusing, I know he is removed. Thus then tomorrow I'll wait on yond, Ladies I am your servant. My Lord ERGASTO, you see with how much candour I have embraced your love, yet though I do Put on a father's strictness in my daughter's presence, I cannot force her to an act whereon For ever will depend her happiness. My house shall still be open to you as my heart. My business calls me, get you home, your servant. ERGASTO my Lord ERGASTO, what have you left Your tongue with your heart? Is she not strangely fair? You'll not believe me, if I should say the contrary. D''ee think that there are such faces in Elysium? I'm sure many better go tother way, if they Be not marred in the Voyage; but do you Remember where you are to meet with PHORMIO? Nor any thing else, her beauty makes me forget All things that has no Reference to it.
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I'le use the power custome and nature gives me, To force you to your happinesse. How now my Lord? what miracle can raise a Tempest here, where so much beauty raignes? My Lord, you are not practis'd in the cares of Fathers. I thought to have seene this Gentleman My son to morrow; and she does not refuse him: but — It must not be, pardon me vertue, that I begin An act, will set a staine upon my blushing brow: Yet I must thorough. Lord PINDARVS, my Fortunes carry a pardon with them, when They make me erre in acts of ceremoniall Decencies, they have bin so heavy and so mighty, They have bent me so low to th'earth, I could not cast my face upwards to hope a blessing, The cause you are perfit in. 'Tis a noble sorrow, but your deepe Melancholy Gives it too large a growth. Thus all doe presse it; yet had my griefe relation Onely to my selfe, I would not part them from My heart and memory they justly doe possesse: But my father hath no more issue save my selfe, For to couferre his name and fortunes on. Our Greece would mourne if such a glorious Stocke should end in the most flourishing branch. If you doe wish it a continuance, 'tis in your Power to make it lasting to ages. Since my MILESIA'S death, I have not lov'd a Lady equall With your HERMIONE, in her I hope to lose My swolne mis-fortunes, and find out a joy That may extinguish them: 'tis now no time To tell her how much I am her servant: for This Lord here that does pretend to her faire Graces, before I had declar'd my selfe his Rivall, perchance you would beleeve me, if I had said, he no way doth deserve her. Where you pretend who can, but Heaven That design'd a blessing to my child, it had Beene pride to hope for, hath made her still Averse to his pretences; but giving her the Liberty of refusing, I know he is remov'd. Thus then to morrow I'le waite on yon, Ladies I am your servant. My Lord ERGASTO, you see with how much candor I have embrac'd your love, yet though I doe Put on a fathers strictnesse in my daughters presence, I cannot force her to an act whereon For ever will depend her happinesse. My house shall still be open to you as my heart. My businesse cals me, get you home, your servant. ERGASTO my Lord ERGASTO, what have you left Your tongue with your heart? Is she not strangely faire? You'l not beleeve me, if I should say the contrary. D'ee thinke that there are such faces in Elizium? I'me sure many better go t'other way, if they Be not marr'd in the Voyage; but doe you Remember where you are to meet with PHORMIO? Nor any thing else, her beauty makes me forget All things that has no Reference to it.