Cartwright, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1636 [Aug 30] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi typicality 0.83 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
he's one that knows, and dares preserve his own Honour, and others too; a man as free From wronging any, as himself; he bears A Kingdom in his look; a kingdom that Consists of Beauty, seasoned with Discretion. His Graces are virile, and comely too: Grave, and severe delights so tempering The softness of his other pleasures, that A settled full content doth thence arise, And wholly take up the beholder's thoughts. Why then he'll turn the Scene; we did expect Something that would have saved us the labour Of reading Playbooks, and Love-stories. See, How you're mistaken Madam: he doth carry All things with such a State, and yet so free From an insulting Pride, that you'd conceive Judgement and power put into the Scales, And neither overpoising, whiles he shows Rather that he can rule, then that he will. Th' afflicted ne'er want praises. O how false Doth th' Eye of pity see! the only way To make the Foul seem gracious, is to be Within the ken of death; he that e'er while Would have been thought a Monster, being now Condemned to die, is thought an Hero. Truly, I think you have not yet been near your death. I've been but seldom with your Ladyship. Away, let's go and view again: he promiseth Something that is not sport: If he do well, And keep his virtues up until his fall, I'll pay a good wish to him as he's going, And a fair mention of him when he's gone. HOw doth our new King bear his Royalty? If he go still on thus, his three days' folly Will fill your Annals. He is grown the talk And sight of all the Court: h' hath eyes chained to him, And some say hearts; nor are they mean ones, such As he may steal without being missed, but those The theft of whom turns sacrilege. I hope Atossa is not in the Roll; he dares not Be favoured by my Queen. Her pure Affections Are sacred as her Person, and her thoughts Soaring above the reach of common Eyes, Are like those better Spirits, that have nothing Of Earth admixed, but yet look down upon Those number of Inhabitants, and where They see a worthy mind oppressed, vouchsafe At least to help with pity. Doth she then Seem to compassionate his fortune? we Must watch his Actions narrowly. He may Grow insolent else past remedy: but yet Your Majesty hath a preventing eye. He may, when that his Channel's full, discharge His streams on all that's round him, rushing forth With a strong headlong Torrent, as mischievous As uncontrollable, th' ungrateful waters Choking ev'n that which gave 'em life; but yet You can kill evils by first seeing them. All this hath taken up but one Ear only; The other, and the softer is reserved. Religion, and your word (which, equally As that, is binding) are both passed for three days: To cut him off before, were to abridge Your Triumph, and Devotion.
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Hee's one that knowes, and dares preserve his own Honour, and others too; a man as free From wronging any, as himselfe; he beares A Kingdome in his looke; a kingdome that Consists of Beauty, seasoned with Discretion. His Graces are virile, and comely too: Grave, and severe delights so tempering The softnesse of his other pleasures, that A settled full content doth thence arise, And wholly take up the beholders thoughts. Why then hee'le turne the Scene; we did expect Something that would have saved us the labour Of reading Play-bookes, and Love-stories. See, How you're mistaken Madam: he doth carry All things with such a State, and yet so free From an insulting Pride, that you'd conceive Judgement and power put into the Scales, And neither overpoysing, whiles he shewes Rather that he can rule, then that he will. Th' afflicted ne're want prayses. O how false Doth th' Eye of pity see! the only way To make the Foule seeme gratious, is to be Within the ken of death; he that e're while Would have beene thought a Monster, being now Condemn'd to die, is thought an Hero. Truly, I thinke you have not yet beene neare your death. I've beene but seldome with your Ladyship. Away, let's goe and view againe: he promiseth Something that is not sport: If he doe well, And keepe his vertues up untill his fall, I'le pay a good wish to him as hee's going, And a faire mention of him when he's gone. HOw doth our new King beare his Royalty? If he goe stil on thus, his three daies folly Will fill your Annalls. He is growne the talke And sight of all the Court: h' hath eyes chayn'd to him, And some say hearts; nor are they meane ones, such As he may steale without being miss'd, but those The theft of whom turnes sacriledge. I hope Atossa is not in the Rowle; he dares not Be favour'd by my Queene. Her pure Affections Are sacred as her Person, and her thoughts Soaring above the reach of common Eyes, Are like those better Spirits, that have nothing Of Earth admixt, but yet looke downe upon Those number of Inhabitants, and where They see a worthy minde oppress'd, vouchsafe At least to helpe with pitty. Doth she then Seeme to compassionate his fortune? we Must watch his Actions narrowly. He may Grow insolent else past remedy: but yet Your Majesty hath a preventing eye. He may, when that his Channel's full, discharge His streames on all that's round him, rushing forth With a strong headlong Torrent, as mischeevous As uncontroulable, th' ungratefull waters Choaking ev'n that which gave 'm life; but yet You can kill evils by first seeing them. All this hath taken up but one Eare only; The other, and the softer is reserv'd. Religion, and your word (which, equally As that, is binding) are both past for three dayes: To cut him off before, were to abridge Your Triumph, and Devotion.