Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Why, sir, are there other heavens in other countries? Peace, interrupt him not upon thy life. For still in all the Regions I have seen, I scorned to crowd among the muddy throng Of the rank multitude, whose thickened breath, Like to condensed Fogs do choke that beauty, Which else would dwell in every kingdoms cheek. No, I still boldly stepped into their Courts, For there to live 'tis rare, O 'tis divine; There shall you see faces Angelical, There shall you see troops of chaste Goddesses, Whose star-like eyes have power, (might they still shine) To make night day, and day more crystalline. Near these you shall behold great Heroes, White headed Councillors and jovial spirits, Standing like fiery Cherubins to guard The Monarch, who in Godlike glory sits. In midst of these, as if this deity Had with a look created a new world; The standers by, being the fair workmanship. Oh how my soul is rapt to a third heaven. I'll travel sure, and live with none but kings. Then Shadow must die among knaves; and yet why so? in a bunch of Cards, knaves wait upon the kings. When I turn king, then shalt thou wait on me. Well, there's nothing impossible: a dog has his day, and so have you. But tell me, father, have you in all courts Beheld such glory, so majestical? In all perfection? no way blemished? In some Courts shall you see ambition Sit piecing Dedalus old waxen wings, But being clapped on, and they about to fly, Even when their hopes are busied in the clouds, They melt against the Sun of majesty, And down they tumble to destruction: For since the heavens strong arms teach kings to stand, Angels are placed about their glorious throne, To guard it from the strokes of Traitorous hands. By travel, boys, I have seen all these things, Fantastic complement stalks up and down, Tricked in outlandish Feathers, all his words, His looks, his oaths, are all ridiculous, All apish, childish, and Italianate. I know a medicine for that malady. By travel, boys, I have seen all these things. And these are sights for none, but gods & kings. Yes, and for Christen creatures, if they be not blind. In these two hands do I gripe all the world. This leather purse, and this bald woollen Hat Make me a Monarch: here's my Crown and Sceptre. In progress will I now go through the world. I'll crack your shoulders, boys, with bags of gold Ere I depart; on Fortune's wings I ride, And now sit in the height of human pride. Now, fool, thou liest; where thy proud feet do tread These shall throw down thy cold & breathless head. O sacred deity, what sin is done That death's Iron fist should wrestle with thy son?
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Why, sir, are there other heauens in other countries? Peace, interrupt him not vpon thy life. For still in all the Regions I haue séene, I scorn'd to crowd among the muddie throng Of the rancke multitude, whose thickned breath, Like to condensed Fogs doe choake that beautie, Which els would dwell in euery kingdomes chéeke. No, I still boldly stept into their Courts, For there to liue tis rare, O tis diuine; There shall you sée faces Angelicall, There shall you see troopes of chast Goddesses, Whose star-like eyes haue power, (might they still shine) To make night day, and day more christalline. Néere these you shall behold great Heroes, White headed Councellors and Iouiall spirites, Standing like fierie Cherubins to gard The Monarch, who in God-like glorie sits. In midst of these, as if this deitie Had with a looke created a new world; The standers by, being the faire workemanship. Oh how my soule is rapt to a third heauen. Ile trauell sure, and liue with none but kings. Then Shaddow must die among knaues; and yet why so? in a bunch of Cards, knaues waite vpon the kings. When I turne king, then shalt thou waite on me. Well, theres nothing impossible: a dog has his day, and so haue you. But tell me, father, haue you in all courts Beheld such glorie, so maiesticall? In all perfection? no way blemished? In some Courts shall you see ambition Sit piecing Dedalus old waxen wings, But being clapt on, and they about to flie, Euen when their hopes are busied in the clouds, They melt against the Sunne of majestie, And downe they tumble to destruction: For since the heavens strong armes teach kings to stand, Angels are plac'd about their glorious throne, To gard it from the strokes of Traitrous hands. By travell, boyes, I haue seen all these things, Fantasticke complement stalkes up and downe, Trickt in out-landish Fethers, all his words, His lookes, his oathes, are all ridiculous, All apish, childish, and Italianate. I know a medicine for that maladie. By travell, boyes, I have seen all these things. And these are sightes for none, but gods & kings. Yes, and for Christen creatures, if they be not blind. In these two hands doe I gripe all the world. This leather purse, and this bald woollen Hat Make me a Monarch: heres my Crowne and Scepter. In progresse will I now goe through the world. Ile cracke your shoulders, boyes, with bags of gold Ere I depart; on Fortune's wings I ride, And now sit in the height of humane pride. Now, foole, thou liest; where thy proud feete doe tread These shal throw downe thy cold & breathlesse head. O sacred deitie, what sinne is done That deaths Iron fist should wrestle with thy sonne?