Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Go to go to, what I will say or so, Until I say none but myself shall know. But I will say go to, does not my colour rise? It shall rise for I can force my blood To come and go, as men of wit and state, Must sometimes feign their love, sometimes their hate. That's policy now, but come with this free heat, Or this same Estro or Enthusiasm, (For these are phrases both poetical) Will we go rate the Prince, and make him see Himself in us; that is our grace and wits, Shall show his shapeless folly, vice kneels whiles virtue fits. But see we are prevented daughter, in It is not fit thyself should hear what I Must speak of thy most modest wise, wise mind For thou'rt careful, sober, in all most wise. And in deed our daughter. My Lord Tiberio A horse but yet a Colt may leave his trot A man, but yet a boy may well be broke, From vain addictions, the head of Rivers stopped, The Channel dries, he that doth dread a fire, Must put out sparks, and he who fears a bull, Must cut his horns off when he is a Calf, Principiis obsta; saith a learned man Who, though he was no Duke yet he was wise, And had some sense or so. What means my Lord? Lah sir, thus men of brain can speak in clouds Which weak eyes cannot pierce; but my fair Lord In direct phrase thus, my daughter tells me plain You go about with most direct entreats To gain her love, and to abuse her father, O my fair Lord, will you a youth so blessed With rarest gifts of fortune, and sweet graces Offer to love a young and tender Lady, Will you I say abuse your most wise father? Who though he freeze in August, and his calves Are sunk into his toes, yet may well wed our daughter As old as he in wit: will you I say (For by my troth my Lord I must be plain) My daughter is but young, and apt to love So fit a person as your proper self, And so she prayed me tell you, will you now Entice her easy breast to abuse your trust, Her proper honour, and your father's hopes? I speak no figures, but I charge you check Your appetite, and passions to our daughter Before it head, nor offer conference Or seek access, but by, and before us; What judge you us as weak, or as unwise? No you shall find that Venice Duke has eyes; & so think on't. Astonishment and wonder, what means this? Is the Duke sober? Why ha' not you endeavoured Courses that only seconded appetite? And not your honour, or your trust of place, Do you not court the Lady for yourself?
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Goe to goe to, what I will say or so, Vntill I say none but my selfe shall know. But I will say goe to, do's not my colour rise? It shall rise for I can force my bloud To come and goe, as men of wit and state, Must sometimes faine their loue, sometimes their hate. That's pollicie now, but come with this free heate, Or this same Estro or Enthusiasme, (For these are phrases both poeticall) Will we goe rate the Prince, and make him see Himselfe in vs; that is our grace and wits, Shall shew his shapeles follie, vice kneels whiles vertue fitts. But see we are preuented daughter, in It is not fit thy selfe should heare what I Must speake of thy most modest wise, wise mind For Tha'rt carefull, sober, in all most wise. And in deed our daughter. My Lord Tiberio A horse but yet a Colt may leaue his trot A man, but yet a boy may well be broke, From vaine addictions, the head of Riuers stopt, The Channell dries, he that doth dread a fire, Must put out sparkes, and he who feares a bull, Must cut his hornes off when he is a Calfe, Principiis obsta; saith a learned man Who, tho he was no Duke yet he was wise, And had some sence or so. What meanes my Lord? Lah sir, thus men of braine can speake in cloudes Which weake eyes cannot pearce; but my faire Lord In direct phrase thus, my daughter tels me plaine You goe about with most direct intreates To gaine her loue, and to abuse her father, O my faire Lord, will you a youth so blest With rarest gifts of fortune, and sweete graces Offer to loue a young and tender Ladie, Will you I say abuse your most wise father? Who tho he freeze in August, and his calues Are sunck into his toes, yet may wel wed our daughter As old as he in wit: will you I say (For by my troth my Lord I must be plaine) My daughter is but young, and apt to loue So fit a person as your proper selfe, And so she prayd me tell you, will you now Intice her easie brest to abuse your trust, Her proper honour, and your fathers hopes? I speake no figures, but I charge you check Your appetite, and passions to our daughter Before it head, nor offer conference Or seeke accesse, but by, and before vs; What iudge you vs as weake, or as vnwise? No you shal find that Venice Duke has eyes; & so thinke on't. Astonishment and wonder, what means this? Is the Duke sober? Why ha not you endeuour'd Courses that only seconded appetite? And not your honour, or your trust of place, Doe you not court the Ladie for your selfe?