Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Unacted unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 510 words
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Madam, The loss you suffer is repaired in me; I'll own no honours, nor delights of earth, But what my duty shall confer on you: Making your present greatness equal to The former without discontinuance: I will call nothing mine, more than a title, And ceremonious outside. Would you'd please To take your seat, and give an audience To what I shall deliver. Speak Corvino. Your Oratory hath power to draw attention, whate'er the subject be. 'Tis that that makes Language harmonious. 'Tis yourself, great sir, Both your own private and the public good Must be my Theme. In part it likewise hath Relation unto your eternity, For Princes never die that have fair issue. Your marriage sir. I'm yet too young, Corvino. You're old in judgement, and in all the parts That make a Prince up absolute. Too young! Some careful Parents (and such providence Might be a good example) in the childhood Of their loved sons, have made election Of hopeful beauties, that they might be sure To keep their names alive in their posterity. You are mature enough: now therefore know, Your dying Father (to whose memory We owe a reverence) when his fainting Spirits Laboured for help from all their weakened Organs, He breathed these last words: Let my Son (quoth he) Marry betimes; and if he makes his choice 'Mongst his own subjects, let him place Melissa In his first thoughts. Where is your honour now? I do not urge it as she is my daughter, Through an ambition that affects such greatness: Sir, my desires are humble; and on those A safety waits, whose comfort I'll not lose For all the others flatteries. Blush not Lady. If Fortune hath designed you for a Princess, The favour's worth the courting with a smile, And cheerful aspect, so't transport you not From a becoming duty. Gracious Sir, My temper can admit of no desires Suit not with my condition. If it be Decreed by providence, I can obey, But never wish. Rise lovely maid. My Lord, I'm lost to all the happiness that ever My hopes showed me a way to. Have no fears: She's constant; and I'll soon divert the Duke, Even here in public. Fair Melissa take Thy Princes grant. Of what sir? Do not mock Your reason into error. You're a Prince And every act of yours concerns a state, Not your mere person only: what you do Must therefore deeply be considered on, Before your will allow it execution. Princes should wed with Princess: where there is An innate Majesty on both sides, that Well mixed, makes up an issue fit for rule, And the successive dignities. Besides, A State is strengthened: by alliance much: It may enlarge your Territories to, By times kind working. We have neighbour Princes, That gladly would bestow their Female heirs Upon your highness; and by such a choice, Your subjects with yourself might gain a happiness. You, Spurio, counsel this? He cannot own A duty worth your cherishing with favour, That will not urge it home.
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Madam, The losse you suffer is repair'd in me; Ile owne no honours, nor delights of earth, But what my duty shall conferre on you: Making your present greatnesse equall to The former without discontinuance: I will call nothing mine, more than a title, And ceremonious out-side. Would you'ld please To take your seat, and give an audience To what I shall deliver. Speake Corvino. Your Oratory hath power to draw attention, What e're the subject be. 'Tis that that makes Language harmonious. 'Tis your selfe, great sir, Both your owne private and the publicke good Must be my Theame. In part it likewise hath Relation unto your eternity, For Princes never dye that have faire issue. Your marriage sir. I'me yet too yong, Corvino. Y'are old in judgement, and in all the parts That make a Prince up absolute. Too yong! Some carefull Parents (and such providence Might be a good example) in the child-hood Of their lov'd sonnes, have made election Of hopefull beauties, that they might be sure To keepe their names alive in their posterity. You are mature enough: now therefore know, Your dying Father (to whose memory We owe a reverence) when his fainting Spirits Labourd for helpe from all their weakned Organs, He breath'd these last words: Let my Sonne (quoth he) Marry betimes; and if he makes his choyce 'Mongst his owne subjects, let him place Melissa In his first thoughts. Where is your honour now? I doe not urge it as she is my daughter, Through an ambition that affects such greatnesse: Sir, my desires are humble; and on those A safety waites, whose comfort Ile not lose For all the others flatteries. Blush not Lady. If Fortune hath design'd you for a Princesse, The favour's worth the courting with a smile, And cheerefull aspect, so't transport you not From a becomming duty. Gracious Sir, My temper can admit of no desires Suit not with my condition. If it be Decreed by providence, I can obey, But never wish. Rise lovely maid. My Lord, I'me lost to all the happinesse that ever My hopes shew'd me a way to. Have no feares: She's constant; and Ile soone divert the Duke, Even here in publicke. Faire Melissa take Thy Princes grant. Of what sir? Doe not mocke Your reason into error. Y'are a Prince And every act of yours concernes a state, Not your meere person onely: what you doe Must therefore deeply be consider'd on, Before your will allow it execution. Princes should wed with Princesse: where there is An innate Majesty on both sides, that Well mixt, makes up an issue fit for rule, And the successive dignities. Besides, A State is strengthned: by alliance much: It may enlarge your Territories to, By times kind working. We have neighbour Princes, That gladly would bestow their Female heires Upon your highnesse; and by such a choyse, Your subjects with your selfe might gaine a happinesse. You, Spurio, counsaile this? He cannot owne A duty worth your cherishing with favour, That will not urge it home.