Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.70 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
He has done much my Lord, and may Hold out a little. Would you could hold your peace So long. Do you sneap me too my Lord. Ha, ha, ha. blockhead. I hope his hotter zeal to's actors Will drive out my wife's love-heat. I had No need to come hither to be sneap. Heyday! The rest will all be lost, we now give over The play, and do all by Extempore, For your son's good, to soothe him into's wits. If you'll mar all, you may. Come nearer coxcomb, ha' you forgotten (puppy) my instructions Touching his subjects, and his marriage? I have all now my Lord. What voice was that? A voice out of the clouds, that doth applaud Your highness welcome to your subjects' loves. So, now he's in. Sit still, I must go down And set out things in order. A voice that doth inform me of the tidings Spread through your kingdom, of your great arrival; And of the general joy your people bring To celebrate the welcome of their king. Hark how the country shouts with joyful votes, Rending the air with music of their throats. Hark how the soldier, with his martial noise, Threatens your foes, to fill your Crown with joys. Hark how the City, with loud harmony, Chants a free welcome to your majesty. Hark how the Court prepares your grace to meet With solemn music, state and beauty sweet. O here's a stately show! look master joyless: Your daughter in law presented like a queen Unto your son, I warrant now he'll love her. A queen? Yes, yes, and mistress Blaze is made The mother of her maids, if she have any: Perhaps the Antipodian Court has none. See, see, with what a Majesty he receives 'em. HEalth, wealth, and joy our wishes bring, All in a welcome to our king: May no delight be found, Wherewith he be not crowned, Apollo with the Muses, Who Arts divine infuses, With their choice girlands deck his head; Love and the graces make his bed: And to crown all, let Hymen to his side, Plant a delicious, chaste, and fruitful Bride. Now Sir be happy in a marriage choice, That shall secure your title of a king. See sir, your state presents to you the daughter, The only child and heir apparent of Our late deposed and deceased Sovereign, Who with his dying breath bequeathed her to you. A Crown secures not an unlawful marriage. I have a wife already. No: you had sir, But she's deceased. How know you that? By sure advertisement; and that her fleeting spirit Is flown into, and animates this Princess. Indeed she's wondrous like her. Be not slack T'embrace and kiss her Sir. He kisses sweetly; And that is more than ere my husband did. But more belongs then kissing to child-getting; And he's so like my husband, if you note him, That I shall but lose time and wishes by him, No, no, I'll none of him.
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He has done much my Lord, and may Hold out a little. Would you could hold your peace▪ So long. Doe you sneap me too my Lord. Ha, ha, ha. Blockehead. I hope his hotter zeale to's actors Will drive out my wives love-heat. I had No need to come hither to be sneape. Hoyday! The rest will all be lost, we now give over The play, and doe all by Extempore, For your sonnes good, to sooth him into's wits. If you'l marre all, you may. Come nearer cocks-combe, Ha you forgotten (puppy) my instructions Touching his subjects, and his marriage? I have all now my Lord. What voyce was that? A voyce out of the clouds, that doth applaud Your highnesse welcome to your subjects loves. So, now he's in. Sit still, I must goe downe And set out things in order. A voyce that doth informe me of the tydings Spread through your kingdome, of your great arrivall; And of the generall joy your people bring To celebrate the welcome of their king. Hearke how the countrey shouts with joyfull votes, Rending the ayre with musick of their throats. Hearke how the souldier, with his martiall noise, Threatens your foes, to fill your Crowne with joyes. Hearke how the City, with loud harmony, Chaunts a free welcome to your majesty. Heark how the Court prepares your grace to meet With solemne musick, state and beauty sweet. O here's a stately show! looke master Ioylesse: Your daughter in law presented like a queene Unto your sonne, I warrant now he'l love her. A queene? Yes, yes, and mistris Blaze is made The mother of her maides, if she have any: Perhaps the Antipodian Court has none. See, see, with what a Majesty he receives 'hem. HEalth, wealth, and joy our wishes bring, All in a welcome to our king: May no delight be found, Wherewith he be not crown'd, Apollo with the Muses, Who Arts divine infuses, With their choyce Chyrlouds decke his head; Love and the graces make his bed: And to crowne all, let Hymen to his side, Plant a delicious, chast, and fruitfull Bride. Now Sir be happy in a marriage choyce, That shall secure your title of a king. See sir, your state presents to you the daughter, The onely childe and heire apparant of Our late deposed and deceased Soveraigne, Who with his dying breath bequeath'd her to you. A Crowne secures not an unlawfull marriage. I have a wife already. No: you had sir, But she's deceast. How know you that? By sure advertisment; and that her fleeting spirit Is flowne into, and animates this Princesse. Indeed she's wondrous like her. Be not slcke T'embrace and kisse her Sir. He kisses sweetly; And that is more then ere my husband did. But more belongs then kissing to child-getting; And he's so like my husband, if you note him, That I shall but lose time and wishes by him, No, no, Ile none of him.