Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Heaven has my thanks With all humility paid for your fair fortune, And so far duty binds me, ye a little To mourn a brother's loss however wicked, The tenderness familiar to our sex May if you please excuse Thou art deceived, He living was a blemish to thy beauties, But in his death gives ornament, and lustre To thy perfections, but that they are So exquisitely rare, that they admit not The least addition. Hah! here's yet a print Of a sad tear on thy cheek, how it takes from Our present happiness! with a father's lips, A loving father's lips, i'll kiss it off The cause no more remembered. You forget Sir The presence we are in. 'tis well considered, And yet who is the owner of a treasure, Above all value, but without offence, May glory in the glad possession of it. Nor let it in you excellence beget wonder, Or any here that looking on the daughter, I feast myself in the imagination Of those sweet pleasures, and allowed delights, I tasted from the mother, who still lives In this her perfect model, for she had Such smooth & high arched brows, such sparkling eyes Whose every glance stored Cupid's emptied quiver; Such ruby lips, and such a lovely brown, Disdaining all adulterate aids of art, Keeped a perpetual spring upon her face, As death himself lamented being forced To blast it with his paleness, and if now, Her brightness dimmed with sorrow, take and please you, Think think young Lord, when she appears herself (This veil removed) in her own natural pureness How far she will transport you. Did she need it, The praise which you (and well deserved) give to her Must of necessity raise new desires In one indebted more to years; to me Your words are but as oil poured on a fire, That flames already at the height. No more; I do believe you, and let me from you Find so much credit, when I make her yours I do possess you of a gift, which I With much unwillingness part from. My good Lords For bear your further trouble, give me leave, for on the sudden I am indisposed to retire to my own house, and rest. Tomorrow As you command me I will be your guest, And having decked my daughter like herself, You shall have farther conference. You are Master Of your own will but fail not i'll expect you. Nay I will be excused, I must part with you My dearest Theocrine give me thy hand, I will support thee. You gripe it too hard Sir. Indeed I do, but have no farther end in it, But love and tenderness such as I may challenge And you must grant. Thou art a sweet one yet And to be cherished. May I still deserve it.
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Heaven has my thankes With all humility payd for your faire fortune, And so farre duty bindes me, yee a little To moune a brothers losse however wicked, The tendernesse familiar to our sex May if you please excuse Thou art deceiv'd, Hee living was a blemish to thy beauties, But in his death gives ornament, and lustre To thy perfections, but that they are So exquisitly rare, that they admit not The least addition. Ha! here yet a print Of a sad teare on thy cheeke, how it takes from Our present happinesse! with a fathers lips, A loving fathers lips, i'll kisse it off The cause no more remembred. You forget Sir The presence we are in. Tis well considered, And yet who is the owner of a treasure, Above all valew, but without offence, May glory in the glad possession of it. Nor let it in you excellence beget wonder, Or any here that looking on the daughter, I feast my selfe in the imagination Of those sweet pleasures, and allowd delights, I tasted from the mother, who still lives In this her perfit modell, for she had Such smooth & high archd brows, such sparkling eies Whose every glance stord Cupids emptied quiver; Such ruby lips, and such a lovely browne, Disdaining all adulterate ayds of art, Kep'd a perpetuall spring upon her face, As death himselfe lamented being forc'd To blast it with his palenesse, and if now, Her brightnes dimd with sorrow, take and please you, Thinke think young Lord, when she appeares her selfe (This vayle remov'd) in her owne naturall purenesse How farre she will transport you. Did she need it, The praise which you (and well deservd) give to her Must of necessity raise new desires In one indebted more to yeares; to me Your words are but as oyle powr'd on a fire, That flames already at the height. No more; I doe believe you, and let me from you Finde so much credit, when I make her yours I doe possesse you of a gift, which I With much unwillingnesse part from. My good Lords For beare your further trouble, give me leave, for on the suddaine I am indisposd to retire to my owne house, and rest. Tomorrow As you command me I will be your ghest, And having deckt my daughter like her selfe, You shall have farther conference. You are Master Of your owne will but fayle not i'll expect you. Nay I will be excusd, I must part with you My dearest Theocrine give me thy hand, I will support thee. You gripe it too hard Sir. Indeed I doe, but have no farther end in it, But love and tendernesse such as I may challenge And you must grant. Thou art a sweet one ye And to be cherished. May I still deserve it.