Lower, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1622-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.83 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Then he is a precious coxcomb, if I were he, I trow she should give me a dry and a wet kiss too by her leave. I am clean out of charity with him in good faith. And so are we all for his hard dealings. But we must smother our discontent as well as we can. What shall we do now? To our old trade, to watch for other's Profit. Come let's away then, we shall be found tardy else, and perchance told so much by a dumb instrument called the cudgel. Indeed he speaks often to us in that language. But come comrades the times may altered be, When we shall speak that speech so well as he, And make him understand us when we call, As he doth make us now, this may befall. IN midst of storms, and these tumultuous times Of war and blood, in midst of troubled seas Of foreign states, how safety do we sail And steer our course, Allecto, in a calm: No dusky cloud lours on our ship of state, No winds of adverse fortune shake our peace, But smile and gently breathe a quiet gale: Blessed stars that reigned at our nativity, Kind Planet, under whose sweet influence We were brought forth, dear fortune that conferred This happiness upon th' Arabian King. It cannot be denied Sir, but you are As much indebted to the gods for favours, As any mortal Prince, and in some things Enjoy prerogatives above them all, As in the wealth and beauty of your land: Your subjects' love, your peace with foreign Kings That are your neighbours. Lastly, in this point, Which makes you more admired than all the rest, In having such a daughter, who for virtue And beauty both cannot be paralleled By any other Princess, and I think Hath not her equal in the world beside. She is my chiefest joy I must confess, And the sole staff of my declining age. I undervalue far my Crown beneath her, My gold, my jewels, yea although I were Possessed of the world's vast treasury, It were but dross unto my darling dear, My dear Phoenicia, all my care and study Is how to see her married as becomes The daughter of a King, and the great dower Dame nature and her fortune both will leave her. This likes me not, I'll thwart it what I can, For to advance my love and proper fortunes.— But royal Sir, have you proposed yet A match unto the Princess? Yes, and have showed her the portraitures of divers Princes, Of Persia, of Tartaria, of Austria, Of Egypt, Babylonia, and the rest, To make her choice, but yet she likes not any. That's good, she likes a substance, not a shadow:— This makes for me. What doth she then object An't please your royal Majesty? That she's Not yet disposed to marriage, pleading youth And ignorance in what doth suit a Bride. That's nothing, she'll be soon instructed by Her husband in that duty.
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Then he is a pretious coxcombe, if I were he, I trow she should give me a dry and a wet kisse too by her leave. I am clean out of charity with him in good faith. And so are we all for his hard dealinges. But we must smother our discontent aswell as we can. What shall we doe now? To our old trade, to watch for others Profit. Come let's away then, we shall be found tardie else, and perchance tould so much by a dumbe instrument called the cudgell. Indeed he speakes oftn to us in that language. But come camrades the times may alter'd be, When we shall speake that speech so well as he, And make him understand us when we call, As he doth make us now, this may befall. IN midst of stormes, and these tumultuous times Of warre and bloud, in midst of troubled seas Of forraigne states, how safety doe we saile And steere our course, Alecto, in a calme: No dusky cloud lowres on our ship of state, No windes of adverse fortune shake our peace, But smile and gently breathe a quiet gale: Blest starres that raign'd at our nativity, Kinde Planet, under whose sweet influence We were brought forth, deere fortune that confer'd This happinesse upon th' Arabian King. It cannot be deny'd Sir, but you are As much indebted to the gods for favours, As any mortall Prince, and in some things Enjoy prerogatives above them all, As in the wealth and beauty of your land: Your subjects love, your peace with forraigne Kings That are your neighbours. Lastly, in this point, Which makes you more admir'd then all the rest, In having such a daughter, who for vertue And beauty both cannot be paralel'd By any other Princesse, and I thinke Hath not her equall in the world besides. She is my chiefest joy I must confesse, And the sole staffe of my declining age. I undervalue farre my Crowne beneath her, My gold, my jewels, yea although I were Possess'd of the worlds vast treasury, It were but drosse unto my darsing deere, My deare Phaenicia, all my care and study Is how to see her marryed as comes The daughter of a King, and the great dower Dame nature and her fortune both will leave her▪ This likes me not, I'le thwart it what I can, For to advance my love and proper fortunes.— But royall Sir, have you proposed yet A match unto the Princesse? Yes, and have Shew'd her the portraitures of divers Princes, Of Persia, of Tartaria, of Austria, Of Egypt, Babylonia, and the rest, To make her choice, but yet she likes not any. That's good, she likes a substance, not a shadow:— This makes for me. What doth she then object An't please your royall Majesty? That she's Not yet dispos'd to marriage, pleading youth And ignorance in what doth sute a Bride. That's nothing, she'l be soone instructed by Her husband in that duty.