Lower, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1622-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
madam, I crave the honour for to kiss Your highness' Princely hands. My father's servant. And trusty subject, se i his affas To foreign Princes, I am glad to see you, We shall have private time to talk at large Of our affairs. My royal guests I fear We keep you from your rests, whose wearied bodies Would fain enjoy the benefit of sleep, Toiled with the sweating labour of the day: Please you to walk, we'll show you to your lodgings. You grace me Sir. madam, I under stand No honour like to this, to kiss your hand. Most fair and beauteous Princess, My thoughts did tell me as I lay a-bed, There was a wonder to be seen this morn, A Sun whose glorious beams eclipsed Apollo's As much as he doth Cinthias, she the stars. I find they were no liars, for behold I see it verified, my gazing eyes Are come to bless, and to adore your rise, Fair Prince, it was some false suggesting dream Abused your sleep, and wronged your expectation. You find not what was promised, though your wit Would fain excuse the leaving of your bed So soon for nothing: do you use to stir So early in a morning? Seldom madam. But if such Nymphs attend Aurora's train, I'll hate to be a sluggard, and more often Frequent this place, the garden of delight. You are not like another time to jeer me For early rising. Nay, fair Princess leave not This good and wholesome exercise, the graces Will die for sorrow then, the mounting Lark Will not read o'er his matins, nor the Thrush Warble forth ditties with delightful throat: Fair Philomela shall no more be heard To chant and charm the hearers of her songs; And all the other winged choristers Will hang the head, and weep in silent tears, If fair Phoenicia grant no audience: Hark how they do salute you, every one Striving to paste, and to excel the other In sweet harmonious notes to please your ears: O what a consort's this! if you but mark it, There is a certain mutual emulation Amongst these pretty birds, whose music's sweetest, Hath attracted most your kind attention, Proud to be overheard by beauty's Queen. Sir, you have learned a pretty art indeed, To understand the languages of birds, And tell their meanings: I have read of some Could well interpret that way, but believe not: You use it row in a poetic sense, And so I take it, I should make another Construction of their singing that they chide me, And say I am not modest to adventure Alone without my Maids into the garden. The wronged Philomela most of all Urgeth her grief, and bids me take example Of her too much credulity of man: I was to blame to come so weakly guarded I must confess, nor would I change a word With any other man besides yourself Alone in such an hour, so much I trust Your virtue noble Prince, and worthy thoughts.
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Madame, I crave the honour for to kisse Your Highnesse Princely hands. My fathers servant. And trusty subject, se i his affas To forraigne Princes, I am glad to see you, We shall have private time to talke at large Of our affaires. My royall guests I feare We keepe you from your rests, whose wearied bodies Would faine enjoy the benefit of sleep, Toil'd with the sweating labour of the day: Please you to walke, wee'l shew you to your lodgings. You grace me Sir. Madame, I under stand No honour like to this, to kisse your hand. Most faire and beauteous Princesse, My thoughts did tell me as I lay abed, There was a wonder to be seene this morne, A Sunne whose glorious beames eclips'd Apollos As much as he doth Cinthias, she the starres. I finde they were no lyar, for behold I see it verifi'd, my gazing eyes Are come to blesse, and to adore your rise, Faire Prince, it was some fale suggesting dream Abus'd your sleep, and wrong'd your expectation. You finde not what was promis'd, though your wit Would faine excuse the leaving of your bed So soone for nothing: doe you use to stirre So early in a morning? Seldome Madame. But if such Nymphs attend Auroras traine, I'le hate to be a flggard, and more often Frequent this place, the garden of delight. You are not like another time to jeere me For early rising. Nay, faire Princesse leave not This good and wholesome exercise, the graces Will dye for sorrow then, the mounting Larke Will not reade o're his mattens, nor the Thrush Warble forth ditties with delightfull throat: Faire Philomela shall no more be heard To chant and charme the hearers of her songs; And all the other winged choristers Will hang the head, and weep in silent teares, If faire Phaenicia grant no audience: Harke how they doe salute you, every one Striving to paste, and to excell the other In sweet harmonions notes to please your ere: O what a consort's this! if you but marke it, There is a certaine mutuall emulation Amongst these pretty birds, whose musick's sweetest, Hath attracted most your kinde attention, Proud to be overheard by beauties Queen. Sir, you have learn'd a pretty art indeed, To understand the languages of birds, And tell their meanings: I have read of some Could well interpret that way, but beleeve not: You use it row in a poeticke sence, And so I take it, I should make another Construction of their singing that they chide me, And say I am not modest to adventure Alone without my Maids into the garden. The wronged Philomela most of all Vrgeth her griefe, and bids me take example Of her too much credulity of man: I was to blame to come so weakely guarded I must confesse, nor would I change a word With any other man besides your selfe Alone in such an houre, so much I trust Your vertue noble Prince, and worthy thoght.