Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Unacted T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Report, Perhaps, hath multiplied, and rumour's grown Pregnant with issue, that your noble brother Wants the success we hoped for. Ha! my Brother! My brother's virtue doth command his fortune; The later waits upon the first, as slave's Act their Directors wills. No my Fidelio, A certain knowledge new's come to Court Of his sure victory, and his arrival Is suddenly expected, that it may Crown this days (yet unperfect) glory. Friend, My joys transport me, that I share in blood With one so worthy: But the peace that waits Upon his Conquest cannot stay the war That is within me. Here's the Duke and Duchess, Compose yourself. Grief, Madam, should be like A short Sea-storm;' soon as a calmer air Hath smoothed the rugged waters, there's not seen The least impression which the former's rage Made on their even surface. I am still Your son in duty, as in blood; And though I share not in this out ward act of sorrow For my dead Father (since the mourning ceremonies Of Court should be prescribed to stricter limits Of time, than where th'affairs and men are private) His memory presents itself as fresh To every apprehension that assails me, As when his living precepts taught me how To be a Prince, by more than the election Of Fortune and my Birth: His virtues shall Be (as I hope) my soul's inheritance, Well as his dignities: I'll be directed By their examples. Dear son (for my love Bids me make use of Nature's privilege, And leave out other titles) I have joys Greater within me, than those weak ones, which Only take life from the expression, And quickly die, the object once removed. Yet give me leave to temper them with mixture Of some sad thoughts, lest their excess may grow Into a danger, and a little taste Of contrarieties will whet the sense With a fresh appetite, preventing surfeits. My comforts swell, like a full tide, to see Thy growing state propped up with such advantages, As show it unto all men's expectations Int's future flourishing: A Counsel grave And wise as ever ordered policy From the best unresisted principles: Men, whose designs set down the acts success As positive as Oracles. Thy Spurio, Thy almost self; a man so rich in soul, And all her best dependencies, he gives Honour to greatnesse, by the noblest g Of a court-favourite's power, that ever yet Deserved a record. Next to him, thy Champion, His valiant brother; one, upon whose Plumes Victory danceth as they farm the air, Whispering the voice of Triumph. Thou art guarded With such a general loyalty in Subjects, That if thou slept'st amongst the multitude, Even when some rage possessed them, undefended With any Arms but that, th' imperfect slumber Need not be broken with a fear. Macario, These tears are tears of joy: and yet I cannot Choose but reflect upon those times that gave me Th' embraces of thy Noble Father.
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Report, Perhaps, hath multiply'd, and rumour's growne Pregnant withissue, that your noble brother Wants the successe we hop't for. Ha! my Brother! My brothers vertue doth command his fortune; The later waites upon the first, as slaves Act their Directors wills. No my Fidelio, A certaine knowledge newly's come to Court Of his sure victory, and his arrivall Is suddenly expected, that it may Crowne this dayes (yet unperfect) glory. Friend, My joyes transport me, that I share in blood With one so worthy: But the peace that waites Vpon his Conquest cannot stay the warre That is within me. Here's the Duke and Dutchesse, Compose your selfe. Griefe, Madam, should be like A short Sea-storme; 'soon as a calmer ayre Hath smooth'd the rugged waters, there's not seene The least impression which the formers rage Made on their even surface. I am still Your sonne in duty, as in blood; And though I share not in this out ward act of sorrow For my dead Father (since the mourning ceremonies Of Court should be prescrib'd to stricter limits Of time, than where th'affaires and men are private) His memory presents it selfe as fresh To every apprehension that assailes me, As when his living precepts taught me how To be a Prince, by more than the election Of Fortune and my Birth: His vertues shall Be (as I hope) my soules inheritance, Well as his dignities: Ile be directed By their examples. Deare sonne (for my love Bids me make use of Natures priviledge, And leave out other titles) I have joyes Greater within me, than those weake ones, which Onely take life from the expression, And quickly dye, the object once remov'd. Yet give me leave to temper them with mixture Of some sad thoughts, lest their excesse may grow Into a danger, and a little taste Of contrarieties will whet the sence With a fresh appetite, preventing surfeits. My comforts swell, like a full tide, to see Thy growing state propt up with such advantages, As show it unto all mens expectations Int's future flourishing: A Counsaile grave And wise as ever order'd policy From the best unresisted principles: Men, whose designes set downe the acts successe As positive as Oracles. Thy Spurio, Thy almost selfe; a man so rich in soule, And all her best dependancies, he gives Honour to greatnesse, by the noblest g Of a Court-favourites power, that ever yet Deserv'd a record. Next to him, thy Champion, His valiant brother; one, upon whose Plumes Victory danceth as they fare the ayre, Whispering the voyce of Tryumph. Thou art guarded With such a generall loyalty in Subjects, That if thou slept'st amongst the multitude, Even when some rage possest them, undesended With any Armes but that, th' imperfect slumber Need not be broken with a feare. Macario, These teares are teares of joy: and yet I cannot Chuse but reflect upon those times that gave me Th' embraces of thy Noble Father.