Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1617-1639] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men (?) T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.86 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
None but Mazeres, that Court fly, could on The virtues of the King blow such corruption, Man falls to vice in minutes, runs, and leaps, But unto goodness he takes wary steps. How soon a Tyrant? why Tymethes, Friend, Brother? Peace, prithee peace, you undo me if you wake me, I hope I'm in a dream. Would 'twere so happy? No! why then wake Beggar; but the comfort is I have brave seeming kinsmen: why Zenarchus, 'tis not the loss of Kingdom, Father's banishment, Uncertainty of Mother, afflicts me With half the violence that those crossed affections, Betwixt your Princely Sister and ourself, Who upon fortune, or her Father's frown, Erecting the whole Fabric of her love, Either now will not, or else dare not love me. Chance altars not affection, see in me That hold thee dear still spite of Tyranny: Fate does but dim the glass of a right man, He still retains his worth, do what fate can. Change faith for dross? I will not call her sister, That shall hate virtue for affliction. And here she comes to clear those doubts herself. Strange alteration! will the King my Father Go to his grave a Ruffian and a Treacher? In his grey heirs turn Tyrant to his friends? Wasting his penitential times in plots, Acting more sins than he hath tears to weep for them? Alas Lady, fortune hath changed my state, can you love a beggar? Why fortune hath the least command over love, She cannot drive Tymethes from himself, And 'tis Tymethes, not his painted glories, My soul in her accomplished wish desires. What say you now sir? Nothing but admire That heaven can frame a creature like a woman And she be constant, seeing most are common. Put by your wonder sir, she proves the same, I spoke her virtues for her ere she came, And when my father dies I here do vow, This kingdom now detained wrongfully Shall then return unforcedly to you, In part thy dowry, but in all thy due. Unmatched honest young man. Comen, let your lips meet though your fortunes wander. Ha! taste lips so bounteously with a beggar? Thus in firm state let your affection's rest, Time, that makes wretched, makes the same men blessed. What's here? either the Princes out of charity's rareness Are pleased to lay aside their glories, and refresh The gasping fortunes of a desperate wretch; Or if for larger bounties I was mad T' advise the King for his remaining here That had been banished, and with him my fear: I love the Princess, and the King allows it, If he should prove a rival to my love, I have argued fair for his abiding here: My plots shall work his ruin, if one fail I'll raise a second, for I must prevail: I that used policy to cause him stay Can show like Art to rid my fears away.
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None but Mazeres, that Court flye, could on The vertues of the King blow such corruption, Man falls to vice in minutes, runnes, and leapes, But unto goodnesse he takes wary steppes. How soone a Tyrant? why Tymethes, Friend, Brother? Peace, prithee peace, you undoe me if you wake me, I hope I'me in a dreame. Would twere so happy? No! why then wake Begger; but the comfort is I have brave seeming kinsemen: why Zenarchus, Tis not the losse of Kingdome, Fathers banishment, Vncertainty of Mother, afflicts me With halfe the violence that those cross'd affections, Betwixt your Princely Sister and our selfe, Who upon fortune, or her Fathers frowne, Erecting the whole Fabricke of her love, Either now will not, or else dare not love me. Chance alters not affection, see in me That hold thee deare still spight of Tyrannie: Fate does but dim the glasse of a right man, He still retaines his worth, doe what fate can. Change faith for drosse? I will not call her sister, That shall hate vertue for affliction. And here she comes to cleare those doubts her selfe. Strange alteration! will the King my Father Goe to his grave a Ruffian and a Treacher? In his gray heires turne Tyrant to his friends? Wasting his penitentiall times in plots, Acting more sinnes than he hath teares to wēepe for them? Alas Lady, fortune hath chang'd my state, can you love a begger? Why fortune hath the least cōmand ore love, She cannot drive Tymethes from himselfe, And tis Tymethes, not his painted glories, My soule in her accomplish'd wish desires. What say you now sir? Nothing but admire That heaven can frame a creaturē like a woman And she be constant, seeing most are common. Put by your wonder sir, she proves the same, I spake her vertues for her ere she came, And when my father dyes I here doe vow, This kingdome now detained wrongfully Shall then returne unforcedly to you, In part thy dowry, but in all thy due. Vnmatched honest young man. Comē, let your lips meete though your fortunēs wander. Ha! taste lips so bounteously with a begger? Thus in firme state let your affections rest, Time, that makes wretched, makes the same men blest. What's here? either the Princes out of charities rarenesse Are pleas'd to lay aside their glories, and refresh The gasping fortunes of a desperate wretch; Or if for larger bounties I was mad T' advise the King for his remaining here That had beene banish'd, and with him my feare: I love the Princesse, and the King allowes it, If he should prove a rivall to my love, I have argued faire for his abiding here: My plots shall worke his ruine, if one faile Ile rayse a second, for I must prevaile: I that us'd policie to cause him stay Can shew like Art to rid my feares away.