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 T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
I shall never fadge with the humour because I cannot lie. Thou dolt, we'll visit all the kings courts in the world. So we may, and return dolts home, but what shall we learn by travail? Fashions. That's a beastly disease: methinks it's better staying in your own country. How? In mine own country? like a Cage-bird and see nothing? Nothing? yes you may see things enough, for what can you see abroad that is not at home? The same Sun calls you up in the morning, and the same man in the Moon lights you to bed at night, our fields are as green as theirs in summer, and their frosts will nip us more in winter: Our birds sing as sweetly & our women are as fair: In other countries you shall have one drink to you, whilst you kiss your hand, and duck, he'll poison you: I confess you shall meet more fools, and asses, and knaves abroad then at home (yet God be thanked we have pretty store of all) but for Punks, we put them down. Prepare thy spirits, for thou shalt go with me, To England shall our stars direct our course, Thither the prince of Cyprus (our king's son) Is gone to see the lovely Agrippine, Shadow, we'll gaze upon that English dame, And try what virtue gold has to inflame. First to my brother, then away let's fly, Shadow must be a Courtier ere he die. If I must, the Fates shall be served: I have seen many clowns Courtiers, then why not Shadow? Fortune, I am for thee. Be gone: leave that with me, and leave me to myself, if the king ask for me, swear to him I am sick, and thou shalt not lie, pray thee leave me. I am gone, Sir. This music makes me but more out of tune O, Agrippina. Gentle friend, no more. Thou sayest love is a madness, hate it then, Even for the name's sake. O, I love that madness, Even for the name's sake. Let me tame this frenzy, By telling thee thou art a prisoner here, By telling thee she's daughter to a king, By telling thee the king of Cyprus' son Shines like a Sun between her looks and thine, Whilst thou seem'st but a star to Agrippine: He loves her. If he do: why so do I. Love is ambitious and loves majesty. Dear friend, thou art deceived, loves voice doth sing As sweetly in a beggar as a king. Dear friend, thou art deceived: O bid thy soul Lift up her intellectual eyes to heaven, And (in this ample book of wonders) read, Of what celestial mould, what sacred essence, herself is formed, the search whereof will drive Sounds musical among the jarring spirits, And in sweet tune set that which none inherits.
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I shal neuer sadge with ye humor because I cannot lie. Thou dolt, weele visit all the kings courts in ye world. So we may, and returne dolts home, but what shall we learne by trauaile? Fashions. Thats a beastly disease: me thinkes its better staying in your owne countrie. How? In mine owne countrie? like a Cage-birde and see nothing? Nothing? yes you may see things enough, for what can you see abroad that is not at home? The same Sunne cals you vp in the morning, and the same man in the Moone lights you to bed at night, our fields are as greene as theirs in summer, and their frosts will nip vs more in winter: Our birds sing as sweetly & our women are as faire: In other countries you shall haue one drinke to you, whilst you kisse your hand, and ducke, heele poyson you: I confesse you shall meete more fooles, and asses, and knaues abroad then at home (yet God be thanked we haue prettie store of all) but for Punckes, wee put them downe. Prepare thy spirits, for thou shalt goe with me, To England shall our starres direct our course, Thither the prince of Cyprus (our kings sonne) Is gon to see the louely Agripyne, Shaddow, weele gaze vpon that English dame, And trie what vertue gold has to inflame. First to my brother, then away lets flie, Shaddow must be a Courtier ere he die. If I must, the Fates shall bee seru'd: I have seene many clownes Courtiers, then why not Shaddow? Fortune, I am for thee. Be gone: leaue that with me, and leaue me to my selfe, if the king aske for me, sweare to him I am sicke, and thou shalt not lie, pray thee leaue me. I am gon, Sir. This musicke makes me but more out of tune O, Agripyna. Gentle friend, no more. Thou saiest loue is a madnes, hate it then, Euen for the names sake. O, I loue that madnes, Euen for the names sake. Let me tame this frenzie, By telling thee thou art a prisoner here, By telling thee shees daughter to a king, By telling thee the king of Cyprus sonne Shines like a Sunne betweene her lookes and thine, Whilst thou seem'st but a starre to Agripyne: He loues her. If he doe: why so doe I. Loue is ambitious and loues maiestie. Deere friend, thou art deceiuued, loues voice doth sing As sweetely in a begger as a king. Deere friend, thou art deceyu'd: O bid thy soule Lift vp her intellectuall eyes to heauen, And (in this ample booke of wonders) read, Of what celestiall mold, what sacred essence, Her selfe is formd, the search whereof will driue Sounds musicall among the iarring spirits, And in sweete tune set that which none inherits.