Lower, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1622-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.88 · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Yes but not so much To dote upon him as I hear you do, Your reputation I must tell you Lady Suffers reproach & scandal, and herein You undergo, the censure of bad tongues Which will not cease to blaze you. Sir you are A most unworthy Prince to tax my fame, I never thought you other, though I were enforced to entertain your love embassage, My heart ne'er condescended to my journey, For fame had told me what you were though rich In the external fortunes of the world, Yet poor in the internal faculties And virtues of the mind, which do adorn A Prince more than his greatness; I disclaim All interest you can or may allege In my affection, for I scorn the man Shall question my good name. This doth confirm Your foul disloyalty, your own tongue almost Tells me you have been false, I do believe it, Else would you not have broke your plighted faith, Nor stayed with poor. Amandus when you might Come over unto me without disturbance; Is he to be put in scale with me? An exile banished from his native home, A poor distressed Pilgrim? what although He were sometimes Damascus petty Prince, He now is but a beggar, and at best, When most he flourished in his state and fortune, Was then but worthy to attend my train, And could you be so prodigal of love And favours on this man, as to adventure The shipwreck of your honour and your oath, The high displeasure of the King your Father, And your perpetual ruin I am glad The match is broken off, and by your means, I am not guilty of the breach of faith. Were you endowed with both the Indies wealth And were the daughter of great Alexander, Were you ten times more fair than you are, By all the gods we worship and adore, I would not marry you to wear a Crown Actaeon should lay claim too; Perseus' bed I trow, deserves to have a Maidenhead. Stay, in the mighty soldan's Name my King I do defy thee unto mortal war For this base wrong, and foul contagious spot Thy leprous mouth hath vomited against The Princess reputation, look to be Called to a strict account for this abuse. I do not fear thy King, but sleight his force As weak and feeble to encounter mine He durst not look our country in the face In angry arms, we are more apt and likely To enter on his confines with an army. And be taken prisoner, valiant Prince, As in this Country with so small a force; You'ave reason sure to boast your mighty power 'tis so redoubted by your wit and valour, Experience shows it.
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Yes but not so much To doate upon him as I heare you doe, Your reputation I must tell you Lady Suffrs reproac & scandall, and herein You undergoe, the censure of bad tongues Which will not cease to blaze you. Sir you are A most unworthy Prince to tax my fame, I never thought you other, though I were Enforc'd to entertaine your love embassage, My heart ne're condescended to my journey, For fame had told me what you were though rich In the externall fortunes of the world, Yet poore in the internall faculties And vertues of the mind, which do adorne A Prince more then his greatnesse; I disclaime All interest you can or may alleage In my affection, for I scorne the man Shall quesion my good name. This doth confirme Your foule disloyalty, your owne tongue almost Tels me you have beene false, I do believe it, Else would you not have broake your plighted faith, Nor staid with poore. Amandus when you might Come over unto me without disturbance; Is he to be put in scale with me? An exile banish'd from his native home, A poore distrss' d Pilgrime? what although He were sometimes Damascus petty Prince, He now is but a begger, and at best, When most he flourish'd in his and fortune, Was then but worthy to attend my traine, And could you be so prodigall of love And favurs on this man, as to adventure The shipwrack of your honour and your oath, The high displeasure of the King your Father, And your perpetuall ruir I am glad The match is broaken off, and by your meanes, I am not guilty of the breach of faith. Were you endow'd with both the Indies wealth And were the daughter of great Alexander, Were you ten times more faire then you are, By al the gods we worship and adore, I would not marry you to weare a Crowne Acteon should lay claime too; Perseus bed I trow, deserves to have a Maiden-head. Stay, in the mighty Souldans Name my King I do defie thee unto mortall warre For this base wrong, and foule contagious spot Thy leprous mouth hath vomited against The Princesse reputation, looke to be Call'd to a strict accompt for this abuse. I do not feare thy King, but fleight his force As weake and feeble to incounter mine He durst not looke our country in the face In angry armes, we are more apt and likely To enter on his confines with an army. And be taken prisoner, valiant Prince, As in this Country with so small a force; You'ave reason sure to boast your mighty power Tis so redoubted by your wit and valour, Experience showes it.