Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
How poor, and how unlike the Prince is this? this trifle woman does unman us all; robs us so much, it makes us things of pity. Is this a time to lose our anger in? and vainly breathe it out? when all we have will hardly fill the sail of Resolution, and make us bear up high enough for action. I have done (Sir) pray chide no more; the slave whom tedious custom has enured and taught to think of misery as of food, counting it but a necessary of life, and so digesting it, shall not so much as once be named to patience, when I am spoken of: mark me; for I will now undo myself as willingly, as virgins give up all first nights to them they love:— Stay, Sir, 'twere fit Aglaura yet were kept in ignorance: I will dismiss the Guard, and be myself again. In how much worse estate am I in now, Than if I ne'er had known her; privation, is a misery as much above bare wretchedness, as that is short of happiness: So when the Sun does not appear, 'Tis darker 'cause it once was here. Nay, Gentlemen: there needs no force, where there is no resistance: I'll satisfy the King myself. Oh 'tis well y'are come, there was within me fresh Rebellion, and reason was almost unkinged again. But you shall have her Sir— What doubtful combats in this noble youth passion and reason have!— Here Sir— What means the Prince, my Lord? Madam, his wiser fear has taught him to disguise his love, and make it look a little rude at parting. Affairs that do concern, all that you hope from happiness, this night force him away: and lest you should have tempted him to stay, (Which he did doubt you would and would prevail) he left you thus: he does desire by me you would this night lodge in the little tower, which is in my command; the reasons why himself will shortly tell you. 'Tis strange, but I am all Obedience— I told him so, Sir, urged 'twas no common knot, that to the tying of it two powerful Princes, Virtue and Love were joined, and that a greater than these two was now engaged in it; Religion; but 'twould not do, the cork of passion buoy up all reason so that what was said, swam but o'th'top of th'ear ne'er reached the heart: Is there no way for Kings to show their power, but in their Subjects wrongs? no subject neither but his own son? Right Sir: no quarry for his lust to gorge on, but on what you fairly had flown at, and taken: well— wert not the King, or wert indeed not you, that have such hopes, and such a crown to venture, and yet— 'tis but a woman. How? that but again, and thou arr more injurious than he, and wouled provoke me sooner.
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How poore, and how unlike the Prince is this? this trifle woman does unman us all; robs us so much, it makes us things of pittie. Is this a time to loose our anger in? and vainly breathe it out? when all wee have will hardly fill the saile of Resolution, and make us beare up high enough for action. I have done (Sir) pray chide no more; the slave whom tedious custome has enur'd and taught to thinke of miserie as of food, counting it but a necessarie of life, and so digesting it, shall not so much as once be nam'd to patience, when I am spoken of: marke mee; for I will now undoe my selfe as willingly, as virgins give up all first nights to them they love:— Stay, Sir, 'twere fit Aglaura yet were kept in ignorance: I will dismisse the Guard, and be my selfe againe. In how much worse estate am I in now, Than if I nere had knowne her; privation, is a miserie as much above bare wretchednesse, as that is short of happinesse: So when the Sunne does not appeare, 'Tis darker 'cause it once was here. Nay, Gentlemen: there needs no force, where there is no resistance: Ile satisfie the King my selfe. —Oh 'tis well y'are come, there was within me fresh Rebellion, and reason was almost unking'd agen. But you shall have her Sir— What doubtfull combats in this noble youth passion and reason have!— Here Sir— What meanes the Prince, my Lord? Madam, his wiser feare has taught him to disguise his love, and make it looke a little rude at parting. Affaires that doe concerne, all that you hope from happinesse, this night force him away: and lest you should have tempted him to stay, (Which hee did doubt you would and would prevaile) he left you thus: he does desire by mee you would this night lodge in the little towre, which is in my command; the reasons why himselfe will shortly tell you. 'Tis strange, but I am all Obedience— I told him so, Sir, urg'd 'twas no common knot, that to the tying of it two powerfull Princes, Vertue and Love were joyn'd, and that a greater than these two was now ingaged in it; Religion; but 'twould not doe, the corke of passion boy'd up all reason so that what was said, swam but o'th'top of th'eare nere reach't the heart: Is there no way for Kings to shew their power, but in their Subjects wrongs? no subject neither but his owne sonne? Right Sir: no quarrie for his lust to gorge on, but on what you fairely had flowne at, and taken: well—wert not the King, or wert indeed not you, that have such hopes, and such a crowne to venter, and yet— tis but a woman. How? that but againe, and thou arr more injurious than hee, and woul't provoke me sooner.