The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 2 of 42
Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) or Children of Paul’s (second) unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
My Lord I fancy not these hunting sports, When the bold game you follow turns again, And stars you in the face: let me behold A cast of Falcons on their merry wings, Daring the stooped prey, that shifting flies: Or let me view the fearful Hare or Hind, tossed like a music point with harmony Of well mouthed hounds. This is a sport for Princes, The other rude Boars yield fit game for Boors. Thy timorous spirit blinds thy judgement, wife, Those are most royal sports that most approve The huntsman's prowess, and his hardy mind. My Lord, I know too well your virtuous spirit, Take heed for God's love if you rouse the Boar, You come not near him, but discharge aloof Your wounding Pistol, or well aimed Dart. I Mary wife this counsel rightly flows Out of thy bosom, pray thee take less care, Let Ladies at their tables judge of Boars, Lords in the field: And so farewell sweet love; Fail not to meet me at Earl Lassos house. Pray pardon me for that: you know I love not These solemn meetings. You must needs, for once Constrain your disposition; and indeed I would acquaint you more with Lady Margaret, For special reason. Very good, my Lord. Then I must needs go fit me for that presence. I pray thee do, farewell. Here comes my friend. Good day my Lord; why does your grace confront So clear a morning with so cloudy looks? Ask'st thou my griefs, that know'st my desperate love curbed by my father's stern reality: Must not I mourn that know not whether yet I shall enjoy a stepdame or a wife? A wife prince, never doubt it; your deserts And youthful graces have engaged so far, The beauteous Margaret, that she is your own. O but the eye of watchful jealousy Robs my desires of meanest enjoy her favour. Despair not: there are means enough for you, Suborn some servant of some good respect, That's near your choice, who though she needs no wooing, May yet imagine you are to begin, Your strange young love suit, and so speak for you, Bear your kind letters, and get safe access. All which when he shall do; you need not fear His trusty secrecy, because he dares not Reveal escapes, where of himself is Author, Whom you may best attempt, she must reveal; For if she loves you, she already knows, And in an instant can resolve you that. And so she will, I doubt not: would to heaven I had fit time, even now to know her mind: This counsel feeds my heart with much sweet hope. Pursue it then; 'twill not be hard t'effect: The Duke has none for him, but Medice That fustian Lord, who in his buckram face, Bewrays, in my conceit, a map of baseness.
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My Lord I fancie not these hunting sports, When the bold game you follow turnes againe, And stares you in the facel: et me behold A cast of Faulcons on their merry wings, Daring the stooped prey, that shifting flies: Or let me view the fearefull Hare or Hinde, Tot like a musicke point with harmonie Of well mouthed hounds. This is a sport for Princes, The other rude Boares yeeld fit game for Boores. Thy timorous spirit blinds thy iudgement, wife, Those are most royall sports that most approue The huntsmans prowesse, and his hardie minde. My Lord, I know too well your vertuous spirit, Take heede for Gods loue if you rowse the Bore, You come not neere him, but discharge aloofe Your wounding Pistoll, or well aymed Dart. I Mary wife this counsaile rightly flowes Out of thy bosome, pray thee take lesse care, Let Ladies at their tables iudge of Bores, Lords in the field: And so farewell sweete loue; Faile not to meete me at Eare Lassos house. Pray pardon me for that: you know I loue not These solemne meetings. You must needes, for once Constraine your disposition; and indeede I would acquaint you more with Ladie Margaret, For speciall reason. Very good, my Lord. Then I must needes go fit me for that presence. I pray thee doe, farewell. Here comes my frind. Good day my Lord; why does your grace confront So cleare a morning with so clowdie lookes? Ask'st thou my griefes, that knowst my desprate loue Curbd by my fathers sterne ralitie: Must not I mourne that know not whether yet I shall enoy a stepdame or a wife? A wife prince, neuer doubt it; your deserts And youthfull graces haue engag'd so farre, The beauteous Margaret, that she is your owne. O but the eie of watchfull iealousie Robs my desires of meanest inioy her fauour. Despaire not: there are meanes enow for you, Suborne some seruant of some good respect, Thats neere your choice, who though she needs no wooing, May yet imagine you are to begin, Your strange yong loue sute, and so speake for you, Beare your kind letters, and get safe accesse. All which when he shall do; you neede not feare His trustie secrecie, because he dares not Reueale escapes, where of himselfe is Author, Whom you may best attempt, she must reueale; For if she loues you, she already knowes, And in an instant can resolue you that. And so she will, I doubt not: would to heauen I had fit time, euen now to know her minde: This counsaile feedes my heart with much sweet hope. Pursue it then; t'will not be hard t'effect: The Duke haz none for him, but Medice That fustian Lord, who in his buckram face, Bewraies, in my conceit, a map of basenesse.