Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.84 · 541 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Thus few strike sail until they run on shelf, The eye sees all things but his proper self, In all things curiosity hath been Vicious at least, but herein most pernicious, What madness is't to search and find a wound, For which there is no cure? and which unfound near rankles, whose finding only wounds But he that upon vain surmise forsakes His bed thus long, only to search his shame, Gives to his wife youth, opportunity, Keeps her in idleful deliciousness, Heats and inflames imagination, Provokes her to revenge with churlish wrongs, What should he hope but this? why should it lie in women, Or even in chastity itself (since chastity's a female) T'avoid desires so ripened, such sweets so canded; But she that hath outborn such mass of wrongs, Out-dured all persecutions, all contempts, Suspects, disgrace, all wants, and all the mischiefs The baseness of a cankered churl could cast upon her, With constant virtue, best feigned chastity, And in the end turns all his jealousies, To his own scorn, that Lady I implore, It may be lawful not to praise, but even adore. Are our sports ready, is the Prince at hand? The Prince is now arrived at the Court gate. What means our daughters breathless haste? O my princely father now or never let your princely wisdom appear. Fear not our daughter, if it rest within humane reason I warrant thee, no I warrant thee, Granuffo if it rest in man's capacity, speak dear daughter. My Lord the Prince. The Prince, what of him dear daughter? O Lord what wisdom our good parents need, to shield their chickens from deceits, & wiles of kite like youth. Her very phrase displays whose child she is. Alas had not your grace been provident, a very Nestor in advise and knowledge, ha, where had you poor Dulcimel been now, what veins had not I been drawn into? Fore God, she speaks very passionately. Alas daughter, heaven gives every man his talon, indeed virtue & wisdom are not fortune's gifts, therefore those that fortune cannot make virtuous, she commonly makes rich, for our own part we acknowledge heavens goodness, and if it were possible, to be as wise again as we are, we would near impute it to ourselves: for as we be flesh and blood, alas we are fools, but as we are Princes, Scholars, and have read Cicero de Oratore, I must confess there is another matter in't, what of the Prince dear daughter? Father do you see that tree, that leans just on my chamber window? What of that tree? O sir, but note the policy of youth, mark but the stratagems of working love, The prince salutes me, and thus greets my ear. Speak softly, he is entered. Although he knew, I yet stood wavering, what to elect, because though I affected, yet destitute of means to enjoy each other, impossibility of having, might kill our hope and with our hope desires to enjoy. Therefore to avoid all faint excuses, and vain fears, thus he devised: to Dulcimel's chamber window. A well grown plain tree spreads his happy arms, by that in depth of night one may ascend, (despite all fathers jealousies and fears) into her bed.
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Thus fevv strike saile vntill they run on shelfe, The eye sees all thinges but his proper selfe, In all thinges curiosity hath beene Vitious at least, but herein most pernitious, What madnes ist to search and find a vvound, For vvhich there is no cure? and vvhich vnfound Neere rankles, vvhose finding onely vvoundes But he that vpon vaine surmise forsakes His bed thus long, onely to search his shame, Giues to his vvife youth, opportunity, Keepes her in idlefull delitiousnesse, Heates and inflames imagination, Prouokes her to reuenge vvith churlish vvronges, What should he hope but this? vvhy should it lie in vvomen, Or euen in chastity it selfe (since chastiti's a female) T'auoide desires so ripened, such svvetes so canded; But she that hath out-borne such masse of wronges, Out-dur'de all persecutions, all contempts, Suspects, disgrace, all wantes, and all the mischeifs The basenes of a cankerd churle could cast vpon her, With constant vertue, best fainde chastitie, And in the end turnes all his iealousies, To his owne skorne, that Lady I emplore, It may be lawfull not to praise, but euen adore. Are our sportes readie, is the Prince at hand? The Prince is now arriude at the Court gate. What meanes our daughters breathles hast? O my princely father now or neuer let your princely wisedome appeare. Feare not our daughter, if it rest within humaine reason I warrant thee, no I warrant thee, Granuffo if it rest in mans capacity, speake deare daughter. My Lord the Prince. The Prince, what of him deare daughter? O Lord what wisedome our good parents neede, to shield their chickens from deceipts, & wiles of kite like youth. Her very phrase displayes whose childe she is. Alas had not your grace beene prouident, a very Nestor in aduise and knowledge, ha, where had you poore Dulcimel beene now, what vaines had not I beene drawne into? Fore God, shee speakes very passionately. Alas daughter, heauē giues euery man his talent, indeed vertue & wisedom are not fortunes giftes, therefore those that fortune cannot make vertuous, shee commonly makes rich, for our owne part wee acknowledge heauens goodnes, and if it were possible, to bee as wise againe as wee are, wee would neare impute it to our selues: for as wee bee flesh and bloud, alas we are fooles, but as wee are Princes, Schollars, and haue reade Cicero de Oratore, I must confesse there is another matter int, what of the Prince deere daughter? Father doe you see that tree, that leanes iust on my chamber window? What of that tree? O sir, but note the policie of youth, marke but the stratagems of working loue, The prince salutes me, and thus greetes my eare. Speake softly, he is entred. Although he knew, I yet stood wauering, what to elect, because though I affected, yet destitute of meanes to inioy each other, impossibilitie of hauing, might kill our hope and with our hope desires to inioy. Therefore to auoid all faint excuses, and vaine feares, thus he deuised: to Dulcimels chamber window. A well growne plain tree spreads his happie armes, by that in depth of night one may ascend, (dispight all fathers iealousies and feares) into her bed.