The Spanish Tragedy (Hieronimo is Mad Again) · chunk 13 of 41
Kyd, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1587 [1585-1589; revised c.1597(?) and 1601-2] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Do so my Lord, and if he give consent, I hope his presence here will honour us, In celebration of the nuptial day, And let himself determine of the time. willt please your grace command me aught beside? Commend me to the King, and so farewell. But where's Prince Balthazar to take his leave? That is performed already my good Lord. Amongst the rest of what you have in charge, The PRINCE's ransom must not be forgot: That's none of mine, but his that took him prisoner, And well his forwardness deserves reward. I was Horatio our Knight Marshals sonne. Between us there's a price already pitched, And shall be sent with all convenient speed. Then once again farewell my Lord. Farewell my Lord of Castille and the rest. Now brother, you must take some little pains, To win fair Bel-imperia from her will: Young Virgins must be ruled by their friends, The Prince is amiable and loves her well, If she neglect him and forego his love, She both will wrong her own estate and ours: Therefore whiles I do entertain the Prince, With greatest pleasure that our Court affords, Endeavour you to win your daughter's thoughts, If she give back, all this will come to nought. Now that the night begins with sable wings, To overcloud the brightness of the Sun, And that in darkness pleasures may be done: Come Bel-imperia let us to the bower, And there in safety pass a pleasant hour. I follow thee my love, and will not back, Although my fainting heart controls my soul. Why, make you doubt of Pedringano's faith? No he is as trusty as my second self. Go Pedringano watch without the gate, And let us know if any make approach. In steed of watching i'll deserve more gold. By fetching Don Lorenzo to this match. What means my love? I know not what myself: And yet my heart foretells me some mischance. Sweet say not so, fair fortune is our friend, And heavens have shut up day to pleasure us. The stars thou seest hold back their twinkling shine, And Luna hides herself to pleasure us. Thou hast prevailed, i'll conquer my misdoubt, And in thy love and council drown my fear: I fear no more, love now is all my thoughts, Why sit we not, for pleasure asketh ease? The more thou sit'st within these leafy bowers, The more will Flora deck it with her flowers. ay but if Flora spy Horatio here, Her jealous eye will think I sit too near. Hark madam how the birds record by night, For joy that Bel-imperia sits in sight. No Cupid counterfeits the Nightingale, To frame sweet music to Horatio's tale. If Cupid sing, than Venus is nor far, I thou art Venus or some fairer star. If I be Venus' thou must needs be Mars, And where Mars reigneth there must needs be war.
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Doe so my Lord, and if he giue consent, I hope his presence heere will honour vs, In celebration of the nuptiall day, And let himselfe determine of the time. Wilt please your grace command me ought besid? Commend me to the King, and so farewell. But wheres Prince Balthazar to take his leaue? That is perfourmd alreadie my good Lord. Amongst the rest of what you haue in charge, The Princes raunsome must not be forgot: Thats none of mine, but his that tooke him prisoner, And well his forwardnes deserues reward. I was Horatio our Knight Marshals sonne. Betweene vs theres a price already pitcht, And shall be sent with all conuenient speed. Then once againe farewell my Lord. Farwell my Lord of Castile and the rest. Now brother, you must take some little paines, To winne faire Bel-imperia from her will: Young Virgins must be ruled by their freends, The Prince is amiable and loues her well, If she neglect him and forgoe his loue, She both will wrong her owne estate and ours: Therefore whiles I doe entertaine the Prince, With greatest pleasure that our Court affoords, Endeuour you to winne your daughters thoughts, If she giue back, all this will come to naught. Now that the night begins with sable wings, To ouer-cloud the brightnes of the Sunne, And that in darkenes pleasures may be done: Come Bel-imperia let vs to the bower, And there in safetie passe a pleasant hower. I follow thee my loue, and will not backe, Although my fainting hart controles my soule. Why, make you doubt of Pedringanos faith? No he is as trustie as my second selfe. Goe Pedringano watch without the gate, And let vs know if any make approch. In steed of watching ile deserue more golde. By fetching Don Lorenzo to this match. What meanes my loue? I know not what my selfe: And yet my hart foretels me some mischaunce. Sweet say not so, faire fortune is our freend, And heauens haue shut vp day to pleasure vs. The starres thou seest holde back their twinckling shine, And Luna hides her selfe to pleasure vs. Thou hast preuailde, ile conquer my misdoubt, And in thy loue and councell drowne my feare: I feare no more, loue now is all my thoughts, Why sit we nat, for pleasure asketh ease? The more thou sitst within these leauy bowers, The more will Flora decke it with her flowers. I but if Flora spye Horatio heere, Her iealous eye will think I sit too neere. Harke Madame how the birds record by night, For ioy that Bel-imperia sits in sight. No Cupid counterfeits the Nightingale, To frame sweet musick to Horatios tale. If Cupid sing, then Venus is nor farre, I thou art Venus or some fairer starre. If I be Venus thou must needs be Mars, And where Mars raigneth there must needs be warre.