Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.80 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
He waits on your commands without. Bring him in. Good gods, if you can suffer me one minutes joy, Give it me now, and let excess of happiness Finish what sorrow cannot. But where's this happiness I fain would dream of? Eugenio is returned, That I may look on him, and not be his, And call our faiths in vain to aid our loves. May the gods give you, Madam, a content As high, as you have power to bestow On those you favour, and then your happiness Will be as great as is your beauty. Oh my best Lord, you now behold a face Too much acquainted with my sad heart's grief, Not to be stained with't: sure you cannot know it. I pray say you do not, you will wrong Two things I am most proud of, my just grief, And your young love, which could not grow, Nourished with such poor heat as now it gives. I have a story that will break your heart When you have heard it, and mine ere I Deliver it. Prince Lysicks tomorrow marries me, Or I must leave my duty, or my life: Forgive me that I dare to utter this. Madam, forbear your tears, they are a ransom Too mighty to redeem the greatest faith The gods were ever witness to. I know Whereto you tend, you would have me untie The knot that bound our loves, and I will do't, Though it be fastened to my strings of life: Be happy in your choice, give to his merit, What once you promised to my perfect love, By which I only did pretend my claim: I do release you, as I know heaven has; Who in his justice cannot have consented To a longer faith in you; you must not be The conquest of a miserable man, o'er whom their cruelest influences reign. Some saving power close up my drowned eyes, Which death had long since shut, had not the love And hope of seeing you preserved them open. Have I been false for this to all my friends, That you should think I can be so to you? Add not by your suspicions a crime to our misfortune. Of you I can have none, but what excuse you: You had made me miserable, had not your faith Yielded to those assaults; as worth and greatness Titles your father's rage, and your own judgement Did shake and raze it, with what disturbed mind Should I have looked on you my heart adored, And love made miserable? still you weep, But these are tears your fortune did lay up To ease your misery: had you contained mine, And your Suns cleared from their last clouds, They will more freely shine upon your Lysicles: For myself, my love in his last act shall recompense The injuries 't as done to your repose By killing me, then must injustice fly, And hale inconstancy along with her, From your fair conquered soul they now possess.
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He waites on your commands without. Bring him in. Good gods, if you can suffer me one minutes joy, Give it me now, and let excesse ofhappinesse Finish what sorrow cannot. But where's this happinesse I faine would dreame of? Eugenio is return'd, That I may looke on him, and not be his, And call our faiths in vaine to aide our loves. May the gods give you, Madam, a content As high, as you have power to bestow On those you favour, and then your happinesse Will be as great as is your beauty. Oh my best Lord, you now behold a face Too much acquainted with my sad hearts griefe, Not to be stain'd with't: sure you cannot know it. I pray say you doe not, you will wrong Two things I am most proud of, my just griefe, And your young love, which could not grow, Nourish't with such poore heate as now it gives. I have a story that will breake your heart When you have heard it, and mine ere I Deliver it. Prince Lysicks to morrow marries me, Or I must leave my duty, or my life: Forgive me that I dare to utter this. Madam, forbeare your teares, they are a ransome Too mighty to redeeme the greatest faith The gods were ever witnesse to. I know Whereto you tend, you woudl have me untye The knot that bound our loves, and I will do't, Though it be fasten'd to my strings of life: Be happie in your choice, give to his merit, What once you promis'd to my perfit love, By which I onely did pretend my claime: I doe release you, as I know heaven has; Who in his justice cannot have consented To a longer faith in you; you must not be The conquest of a miserable man, O're whom their cruelst influences raigne. Some saving power close up my drowned eyes, Which death had long since shut, had not the love And hope of seeing you preserv'd them open. Have I beene false for this to all my friends, That you should thinke I can be so to you? Adde not by your suspitions a crime to our mis-fortune. Of you I can have none, but what excuse you: You had made me miserable, had not your faith Yeelded to those assaults; as worth and greatnesse Titles your fathers rage, and your owne judgement Did shake and raze it, with what disturbed minde Should I have look'd on you my heart ador'd, And love made miserable? still you weepe, But these are teares your fortune did lay up To ease your misery: had you continned mine, And your Sunnes clear'd from their last clouds, They will more freely shine upon your Lysicles: For my selfe, my love in his last act shall recompence The injuries 't as done to your repose By killing me, then must injustice flie, And hale inconstancie along with her, From your faire conquered soule they now possesse.