Glapthorne, Henry · published 1639 · first performed or written 1634 [1634-1639] [incorrect] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Globe unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I do admire, The fond base carriage of our giddy youth In love affairs, and grieve to see my sons, (Who should inherit from me my great spirit, As well as fortune) so degenerate from My masculine courage; when i'th' blooming pride Of my green youth I flourished, my desires Aimed always rather in the tented field To spend my hours, then on a downy Couch, To see the face of a stern enemy besmeared with blood, Pleased me far better than a lady's looks. And yet you vowed, ere you won me, my Lord, you ne'er saw object, That so much pleased your appetite. Perhaps I might, For the obtaining of my ends, descend From my great spirit so much, as to decline To idle Courtship, the birds and beasts will do it To sate their appetites, the fiery Steed, (That in the fervour of a fight, oft times Neighs courage to his rider) when provoked With eager heat, will lick and bite his female Into the same desire: The Sparrows bill, And with a chirping rhetoric, seem to court Enjoyment of their wishes, which fulfilled Dulls their heads, they couch beneath their wings, And in a slumber, forfeit all remembrance Of their past pleasures: Yet insatiate man, In his desire more hot than Steeds or Sparrows, Will to obtain it, quite divest his soul Of all that's masculine in him, and transform His very being into woman. Sure, My Lord intends to write some Proclamation, 'Gainst wearing holland smocks, some furious Edict, 'Gainst charitable leaguerers: I've known him, (And so have you my Lords) for all this heat 'Gainst womanhood, pursue a sutler's usroe, (And she had but one eye neither) with as much zeal, As e'er knight-errant did his fair Linda brides, Or Claridiana. My Lord, your son and fair Emilia. The quarrel's reconciled, I'll lay my life on't. Beauteous Lady, The contract twixt me and your father, touching The marriage twixt my son and your fair self, I hope By your consent is ratified: my boy Looks sprightly, as if he were new returned From a triumphant victory. But pray divide my soul, my life and fortunes, Are at your disposition: noble Lords, That this base Emperor seeks to take my life By treachery, is an apparent sign, He fears that I should live, and half victorious ere blow be strucken, are they whom their foes Dread, ere they do behold them: let's go on then, Armed with our aids, backed with our causes justice, 'Gainst this insulting Emperor, and resolve To pull the tyrant from his Throne, destroy His very name, his memory, his ashes, With as much easy freedom, as rough winds Demolish crazy buildings. Colonel Gordon, Some five days hence we shall arrive at Egers, There to make preparation for the Nuptials, Betwixt our some and fair Emilia. Come Lords, since we amongst ourselves are true, Conquest is ours, which we'll with speed pursue.
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I doe admire, The fond base carriage of our giddy youth In love affaires, and grieve to see my sonnes, (Who should inherit from me my great spirit, As well as fortune) so degenerate from My masculine courage; when ith' blooming pride Of my green youth I flourish'd, my desires Aym'd alwayes rather in the tented field To spend my houres, then on a downy Couch, To see the face of a sterne enemy besmear'd with blood, Pleas'd me farre better then a Ladies lookes. And yet you vow'd, E're you won me, my Lord▪ you ne're saw object, That so much pleas'd your appetite. Perhaps I might, For the obtaining of my ends, descend From my great spirit so much, as to decline To idle Courtship, the birds and beasts will doe it To sate their appetites, the fiery Steed, (That in the fervor of a fight, oft times Neighs courage to his rider) when provok'd With eager heat, will licke and bite his female Into the same desire: The Sparrowes bill, And with a chirping rhetoricke, seeme to court Enjoyment of their wishes, which fulfil'd Dulls their heads, they couch beneath their wings, And in a slumber, forfeit all remembrance Of their past pleasures: Yet insatiate man, In his desire more hot then Steeds or Sparrowes, Will to obtaine it, quite devest his soule Of all that's masculine in him, and transforme▪ His very being into woman. Sure, My Lord intends to write some Proclamation, 'Gainst wearing holland smockes, some furious Edict, 'Gainst charitable leaguerers: I've knowne him, (And so have you my Lords) for all this heat 'Gainst woman-hood, pursue a sutlers usroe, (And she had but one eye neither) with as much zeale, As e're knight-errand did his faire Linda brides, Or Claridiana. My Lord, your son and faire Emilia. The quarrel's reconcil'd, Ile lay my life on't. Beauteous Lady, The contract 'twixt me and your father, touching The marriage 'twixt my son and your faire selfe, I hope By your consent is ratified: my boy Lookes sprightly, as if he were new return'd From a triumphant victory. But pray divide my soule, my life and fortunes, Are at your disposition: noble Lords, That this base Emperour seekes to take my life By trechery, is an apparant sigre, He feares that I should live, and halfe victorious E're blow be strucken, are they whom their foes Dread, e're they doe behold them: let's go on then, Arm'd with our aides, backt with our causes justice, 'Gainst this insulting Emperour, and resolve To pull the tyrant from his Throne, destroy His very name, his memory, his ashes, With as much easie freedome, as rough windes Demolish crasie buildings. Colonell Gordon, Some five dayes hence we shall arrive at Egers, There to make preparation for the Nuptials, Betwixt our some and faire Emilia. Come Lords, since we amongst our selves are true, Conquest is ours, which we'l with speed pursue.