Lower, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1622-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.86 · 460 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Lady of lost honour Your jeering cannot patch your broken credit, I will divulge you, and your Father's Kingdom Shall pay the wrong you did me, Just heavens bear witness of mine innocence, And clear me of this foul aspersion which This villain casts upon me undeserved, If I have played false, let the greatest plagues You can inflict fall on me, let the earth Gape and devour me, let your thunderbolts Light on my head, and strike me to the centre, But if I'm guiltless (as you know I am) Return your plagues on him that is the author Of those my wrongs, and let him justly suffer The utmost of your rage, that by his fate The world may know his scandal was but hate. Nephew we understand how intimate And dear you are unto the Persian Prince, How much he honoureth your society Above all others, you can well inform us What entertainment he doth give his fortune, And how a prisoner suits his lofty mind. At first he stormed and cursed his angry stars, Reviled the fates, and railed against the gods, Refused to eat or drink, banished all sleep From entering in his eyes, locked up himself Within his private study all alone, Commanding none upon his high displeasure Should offer to disturb his meditation: His high swollen heart, was big with angry passion Until another far more powerful wrought A contrary effect, and that was love, For gazing on the Princess peerless beauty With surfeiting delight, a sudden shaft Sent from the curious circlet of her eye Stroke him unto the heart, and there withal The winged archer, sprung up from his stand And took him prisoner, now he languisheth, But pleasingly doth take this second chance, Submits with patience to the will and pleasure Of fair Phoenicia Lady conqueress, And glories to be manacled by her Whose prison he esteems, and doth prefer Before the Palace of the greatest Kings. This thing is motioned to us; how think you Can I bestow her better, or find out A marriage greater or more honourable? You cannot though you sought the spacious world From one end to the other— I must turn My thoughts unto as many several shapes. As Proteus used— Have you proposed this thing unto the Princess? Not yet but now we do intend to do it: Go bid Phoenicia hither to repair Unto our presence, we must speak with her. How will she entertain the motion think you? She cannot sure dislike or disapprove it, What's your opinion Nephew? I should think so, But for one bar that lieth in the way Were that ta'en off all scruple were removed. Did you command me hither to repair Unto your presence Sir?
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Lady of lost honour Your jeering cannot patch your broaken credit, I will divulge you, and your Fathers Kingdome Shall pay the wrong you did me, Iust heavens beare witnesse of mine innocence, And cleare me of this foule aspersion which This villaine casts upon me undeserved, If I have plaid salse, let the greatest plagues You can inflict fall on mee, let the earth Gape and devoure me, let your thunderbolts Light on my head, and strike me to the center, But if I'm guitlsse (as you know I am) Returne your plagues on him that is the authour Of those my wrongs, and let him justly suffer The utmost of your rage, that by his fate The world may know his scandall was but hate. Nephew we understand how intimate And deare you are unto the Persian Prince, How much he honoureth your society Above all othrs, you can well informe us What entertainment he doth give his fortune, And how a prisoner suites his lofty mind. At first he storm'd and curs'd his angry stars, Revil'd the fates, and rail'd against the gods, Refu'd to eate or drinke, banish'd all sleepe From entring in his eyes, lock'd up himselfe Within his private study all alone, Commnding none upon his high displeasure Should offer to disturbe his meditation: His high swolne heart, was big with angry passion Vntill another farre more powerfull wrought A contrary effect, and that was love, For gazing on the Princesse peerelesse beauty With surfetting delight, a sudden shaft Sent from the curious circlet of her eye Stroake him unto the heart, and there withall The winged archer, sprung up from his stand And tooke him prisoner, now languisheth, But pleasingly doth take this second chance, Submits with patience to the will and pleasure Of faire Phaenicia Lady conqueresse, And glories to be manacled by her Whose prison he esteemes, and doth preferre Before the Palace of the greatest Kings. This thing is motion'd to us; how think you Can I bestow her better, or ind out A marriage greater or more honourable? You cannot though you sought the spacious world From one end to the other—I must turne My thoughts unto as many severall shapes. As Proteus usd— Have you propos'd this thing unto the Princesse? Not yet but now we do intend to do it: Goe bid Phaenicia hither to repaire Vnto our presence, we must speake with her. How will she entertaine the motion thinke you? She cannot sure dislike or disapprove it, What's your opinion Nephew? I should thinke so, But for one barre that lyeth in the way Were that tane off al scruple were remov'd. Did you command me hither to repaire Vnto your presence Sir?