Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1595 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Now Madam summon up your dearest spirits, Cosider who the King your father sends: To whom he sends, and what's his Embassy. Yourself, held precious in the worlds esteem, To parley with the sole inheritor Of all perfections that a man may owe, Matchless Navarre, the plea of no less weight, Then Aquitaine a Dowry for a Queen. Be now as prodigal of all Dear grace, As Nature was in making Graces dear, When she did starve the general world beside, And prodigally gave them all to you. Good L. Boyet, my beauty though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise: Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, Not uttered by base sale of chapmen's tongues: I am less proud to hear you tell my worth, Then you much willing to be counted wise, In spending your Wit in the praise of mine. But now to task the tasker, good Boyet, You are not ignorant all telling fame Doth noise abroad Navarre hath made a Vow, Till painful study shall outwear three years, No Woman may approach his silent Court: Therefore to's seemeth it a needful course, Before we enter his forbidden gates, To know his pleasure, and in that behalf Bold of your worthiness, we single you, As our best moving fair solicitor: Tell him, the Daughter of the King of France On serious business craving quick dispatch, Importuous personal conference with his grace. Haste, signify so much while we attend, Like humble visage Suitors his high will. Proud of employment, willingly I go. All pride is willing pride, and yours is s●t Who are the Votaries my loving Lords, that are vowfellowes with this virtuous Duke? Longavill is one. Know you the man? I know him Madam at a marriage feast, Between L. Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Iaques Fauconbridge solemnized. In Normandy saw I this Longauill, A man of sovereign peerelsle he is esteemed: Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. The only soil of his fair virtues gloze, If virtues gloze will stain with any soil, Is a sharp Wit matched with too blunt a Will: Whose edge hath power to cut whose will still wils, It should none spare, that come within his power. Some merry mocking Lord belike, is't so? They say so most, that most his humours know. Such short lived wits do whither as they grow. Who are the rest? The young Dumain, a well accomplished youth, Of all that Virtue love, for Virtue loved, Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill: For he hath wit to make an ill shape good, And shape to win grace though he had no wit▪ I saw him at the Duke Alansons once, And much too little of that good I saw, Is my report to his great worthiness.
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Now Maddame ſummon vp your deareſt ſpirrits, Coſider who the King your father ſendes: To whom he ſendes, and whats his Embasſie. Your ſelfe, helde precious in the worldes eſteeme, To parlee with the ſole inheritoure Of all perfections that a man may owe, Matchles Nauar, the plea of no leſſe weight, Then Aquitaine a Dowrie for a Queene. Be now as prodigall of all Deare grace, As Nature was in making Graces deare, When ſhe did ſtarue the generall world beſide, And prodigally gaue them all to you. Good L. Boyet, my beautie though but meane, Needes not the painted floriſh of your prayſe: Beautie is bought by iudgement of the eye, Not vttred by baſe ſale of chapmens tongues: I am leſſe proude to heare you tell my worth, Then you much willing to be counted wiſe, In ſpending your Wit in the prayſe of mine. But now to taſke the taſker, good Boyet, You are not ignorant all telling fame Doth noyſe abroad Nauar hath made a Vow, Till painefull ſtudie ſhall outweare three yeeres, No Woman may approch his ſilent Court: Therefore to's ſeemeth it a needfull courſe, Before we enter his forbidden gates, To know his pleaſure, and in that behalfe Bold of your worthines, we ſingle you, As our beſt mouing faire ſoliciter: Tell him, the Daughter of the King of France On ſerious buſines crauing quicke diſpatch, Importuous perſonall conference with his grace. Haſte, ſignifie ſo much while we attende, Like humble viſage Suters his high will. Proud of imployment, willingly I go. All pride is willing pride, and yours is ſt Who are the Votaries my louing Lordes, that are vowfellowes with this vertuous Duke? Longauill is one. Know you the man? I know him Maddame at a marriage feaſt, Betweene L. Perigort and the bewtious heire Of Iaques Fauconbridge ſolemnized. In Normandie ſaw I this Longauill, A man of ſoueraigne peerelſle he is eſteemd: Well fitted in artes, glorious in armes: Nothing becoms him ill that he would well. The onely ſoyle of his fayre vertues gloſe, If vertues gloſe will ſtaine with any ſoyle, Is a ſharpe Wit matcht with too blunt a Will: Whoſe edge hath power to cut whoſe will ſtill wils, It ſhould none ſpare, that come within his power. Some merrie mocking Lord belike, iſt ſo? They ſay ſo moſt, that moſt his humors know. Such ſhort liued wits do wither as they grow. Who are the reſt? The young Dumaine, a well accompliſht youth, Of all that Vertue loue, for Vertue loued, Moſt power to do moſt harme, leaſt knowing ill: For he hath wit to make an ill ſhape good, And ſhape to win grace though he had no wit▪ I ſaw him at the Duke Alanſos once, And much too little of that good I ſaw, Is my report to his great worthins.