The Ladies' Privilege (The Lady's Privilege) · chunk 20 of 31
Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.84 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Besides my Lord, When your blessed soul does on immortal wings Arrive at heaven who shall attend it there, the Saints and Angels will esteem themselves Worthy to be your fellows, while my poor And humble Ghost would reckon it a bliss To wait on you, as carefully as when We lived on earth together, dear my Lord, Let me die with you, death and I have been playfellows these many years, he'll only bring me To rest as pleasing to my sense as sleep After a tedious watching. This kind passion shakes my Most masculine temper; here Sabelli Accept this Gold, these jewels, as the lest Gift of thy perishing Lord, thou shalt accept 'em; If the law do not pass upon my life, I'll send for thee again, I prithee leave me, I would be private, and thy presence does Disturb my serious thoughts. Nay then 'tis time for Me the wretched'st soul on earth to take My lasting farewell of you; all the joys Of blessed eternity in stead of my Desertless service; wait upon your life; You ne'er shall view your boy again, for sure if your Light be extinguished, my weak flame Cannot continue burning; give me licence To kiss your honoured hand, and to let fall A parting drop or two: and now farewell For ever noble Lord; that grief appears most true, That's writ in blood as well as tears. Poor boy; I have not yet deserved so ill But my untimely fate excites some pity. Adorni thou art come to see the last And greatest of thy general's actions, Which like a cunning and well managed scene, not till the period will disclose the plot Or my life's Tragedy. Your life my Lord; Death dare not venture to invade it, and The state as soon will call the enemy Into their City, as pretend the least Danger to their supporting Column, which Should it but shake, it might dismantle their Best Bulwarks, burn their Navy, and surrender Themselves to present slavery. The Duke, Though he did hold his kinsman dear, will value The public good before his private ruin. Let the Duke do his worst, and all the state Stand on Pontilios, I can fetch a Lady Of excellent quality shall beg your Lordship, I'll make her do't. Nay, should all fail you sir, Should the States angers, and the Duke's partial-sentence, The people's malice bandy to surprise The treasure of your life; know you have friends Would fix the heads of half the Town upon Their Lances points, ere your least drop of blood Should be diminished. Gentlemen, I thank you All your loves; but know the shape of Death Is not ugly to me, but if justice Contract me to the monster, I shall court it As 'twere some beauteous Bride; and think the Axe That like the Priest, unites me to a Spouse That will not play the woman and revolt. Come Gentlemen let's in, brave souls do hate, To be dejected by the force of Fate.
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Besides my Lord, When your blest soule does on immortall wings Arrive at heaven who shall attend it there, the Saints and Angels will esteeme themselves Worthy to be your fellowes, while my poore And humble Ghost would reckon it a blisse To waite on you, as carefully as when We liv'd on earth together, deere my Lord, Let me dy with you, death and I have beene Play-fellowes these many yeares, he'l only bring me To rest as pleasing to my sence as sleepe After a tedious watching. This kinde passion shakes my Most masculine temper; heere Sabelli Accept this Gold, these Iewells, as the lest Gift of thy perishing Lord, thou shalt accept 'em; If the law doe not passe upon my life, Ile send for thee agen, I prethee leave me, I would be private, and thy presence does Disturbe my serious thoughts. Nay then tis time for Me thewretched'st soule on earth to take My lasting farewell of you; all the joyes Of blest eternity in stead of my Desertlesse service; waite upon your life; You ne're shall view your boy agen, for sure if your Light be extinguish'd, my weake flame Cannot continue burning; give me licence To kisse your honour'd hand, and to let fall A parting drop or two: and now farewell For ever noble Lord; that greefe appeares most true, That's writ in blood as well as teares. Poore boy; I have not yet deserv'd so ill But my untimely fate excites some pitty. Adorni thou art come to see the last And greatest of thy Generalls actions, Which like a cunning and well mannag'd scene, not till the period will disclose the plot Or my lifes Tragedy. Your life my Lord; Death dare not venture to invade it, and The state as soone will call the enemy Into their City, as pretend the least Danger to their supporting Columne, which Should it but shake, it might dismantle their Best Bulwarkes, burne their Navy, and surrender Themselves to present slavery. The Duke, Though he did hold his kinsman deere, will value The publique good before his private ruine. Let the Duke doe his worst, and all the state Stand on Pontilios, I can fetch a Lady Of excellent quality shall beg your Lordship, Ile make her doo't. Nay, should all fayle you sir, Should the States angers, and the Dukes partiall-sentence, The peoples malice bandy to surprize The treasure of your life; know you have friends Would fixe the heads of halfe the Towne upon Their Lances poynts, ere your least drop of blood Should be diminished. Gentlemen, I thank you All your loves; but know the shape of Death Is not ougly to me, but if justice Contract me to the monster, I shall court it As 'twere some beauteous Bride; and think the Axe That like the Priest, unites me to a Spouse That will not play the woman and revolt. Come Gentle-men let's in, brave soules doe hate, To be dejected by the force of Fate.