Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1617-1639] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men (?) T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an typicality 0.79 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
The Boy hath almost changed us. He cools— my Lord, remember you are possessed. What, with the Devil? The Devil! the Dukedom, the Kingdom, Lydia. All pant under your Sceptre; the sway's yours, Be not bought out with words, a kingdom's dear, Kiss fortune, keep your mind, and keep your state, Y'are laughed at if you prove compassionate. Thanks to Mazeres, he hath refreshed our spirits, Zenarchus, 'tis thy death if thou proceed, Thy words we threat, rise silent or else bleed. Who can expect but blood where Tyrants govern? We are not yet so cruel to thy fortune As was Lapyrus, thy own Nephew, treacherous; That stole upon thy life, besieged thee basely, And had betrayed thee to thine enemy's anger Had we not beat his strength to his own throat; And made him shrink before us, all can tell In him 'twas monstrous, 'tis in us but well; A trick of war, advantage, policy, nay rather recompense; There's more deceit in peace, 'tis common there T' unfold young heirs, the old may well stand bare. You have your life, be thankful, and 'tis more Than your perfidious Nephew would consent to, Had he surprised you first, your fate is cast, The sooner you be gone 'twill prove the safer. On thee Lapyrus, and thy treacheries, fall The heavy burden of an old man's curse. Your Queen with her two Infants fled the City Affrighted at this treason and new wars. News of more sadnesses than the kingdom's loss, She fled upon her hour, for had she stayed Sh' had either died, been banished, or betrayed. I have some servants here? All these my Lord. All these? not all; you did forget, I am not worth the flattering, I am donem, Old and at set, honour the rising Sun. If any for love serve me, which is he? Now let him shame the world and follow me. That's I my Lord. And I. What two of you? Let it be enrolled Two follow a King when he is poorē and old. Farewell King. I'll play the Flounder, keep me to my tide. And so will I, this is the flowing side. Those men are yours, my Lord. We'll grace them chiefly, Wait for employment, place and eminence, The like to each that to our bounty flies, For he that falls to us shall surely rise. His son Tymethes little frights our thoughts, He's young, and given to pleasure, not to plots. Your Grace defines him right, he may remain, The Prince your son, binds him in a love-chain; There's little fear of him. Their loves are dear, Base Boy, he leaves his father to live here. His presence sets a gloss on your attempts, They have their luster from him. He's their Countenance, 'twas well observed and followed, he shall stay, Mazeres, thou armest us that won the day.
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The Boy hath almost chang'd us. He cooles—my Lord, remember you are possess'd. What, with the Devill? The Devill! the Dukedome, the Kingdome, Lydia. All pant under your Scepter; the sway's yours, Be not bought out with words, a Kingdome's deare, Kisse fortune, keepe your minde, and keepe your state, Y'are laught at if you prove compassionate. Thankes to Mazeres, he hath refresht our spirits, Zenarchus, 'tis thy death if thou proceede, Thy words we threate, rise silent or else bleed. Who can expect but blood where Tyrants governe? We are not yet so cruell to thy fortune As was Lapyrus, thy owne Nephew, trecherous; That stole upon thy life, beseig'd thee basely, And had betray'd thee to thine enemies anger Had we not beate his strength to his owne throate; And made him shrinke before us, all can tell In him twas monstrous, tis in us but well; A tricke of warre, advantage, policy, nay rather recompence; There's more deceite in peace, tis common there T' unfold young heires, the old may well stand bare. You have your life, be thankefull, and tis more Than your perfidious Nephew would consent to, Had he surpriz'd you first, your fate is cast, The sooner you be gone 'twill prove the safer. On thee Lapyrus, and thy treacheries, fall The heavie burthen of an old mans curse. Your Queene with her two Infants fled the Citty Affrighted at this treason and new warres. Newes of more sadnesses than the Kingdomes losse, She fled upon her houre, for had she stayd Sh' had either dyed, beene banish'd, or betrayd. I have some servants here? All these my Lord. All these? not all▪ you did forget, I am not worth the flattering, I am donē, Old and at set, honour the rising Sunne. If any for love serve me, which is he? Now let him shame the world and follow me. That's I my Lord. And I. What two of you? Let it be enrould Two follow a King when he is poorē and old. Farewell King. Ile play the Flounder, keepe me to my tyde. And so will I, this is the flowing side. Those men are yours, my Lord. We'le grace them chiefely, Waite for imployment, place and eminence, The like to each that to our bounty flies, For he that falls to us shall surely rise. His sonne Tymethes little frights our thoughts, He's young, and given to pleasure, not to plots. Your Grace defines him right, he may remainē, The Prince your sonne, bindes him in a love-chaine; There's little feare of him. Their loves are deare, Base Boy, he leaves his father to live hēre. His presence sets a glosse on your attēmpts, They have their luster from him. He's their Countenance, Twas well observ'd and follow'd, he shall stay, Mazeres, thou armest us that wonne the day▪