Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
What cry of treasons that Dametas? Pray God no danger sets upon my daughters, Seek out our wife, I'll haste unto their rescue. And my sword unemployed? allegiance: says nay to that my Liege, I am for the adventure myself, if they be surprised (I am a mad man) your grace shall hear more: If not (I am the more sorry) your grace shall hear more to: make peace with your thoughts till my return, and doubt not their recovery. Speak, where's the Duke? Here my Genitia. What mean these weapons, are our daughters safe? As a thief in a mill ill father, we thank our redeemers. The more my grief, were you surprised then madam? Yes sayth Dametas. And how sweet Ladies, and how were you rescued? Being surprised, this gallant Amason priest to their rescue, had you seen what worth She and this woodman spent in our defence, Wonder would ha' bereft you of all sense. She raised her sword with such a manly grace, As had nor her mild sex controlled my thoughts, I could have fallen in love with her high worth. You over price us madam, not our desert But the weak spi spirits of our opposites. Gave leisure to the di 〈...〉 nes of our worth. It please your modesty to lesson it. But it shall still live great in our regard. What woodman's that? My follower my Liege. whate'er he be, he hath deserved our love. Fellow be near us, and for this desert, Performed against those Traitors to our blood, Under thy master we give thee an attendant, To guard the life and safety of our daughter. Thank you good father, whoever lose by the bargain, I ha' got me a servant by the match: wot serve me fellow? In the best I can. In heart your fellow, though in show your man. I'll try your dubious service: I command, Your knee to kiss the ground, your lip my hand. Pardon me Madam. here's hot love no doubt, I may command my man, and go without. Truce to this airy war, these paper bullets Better become a Closet than a Park, The Forest music is to hear the hounds Rend the thin air, and with a lusty cry Awake the drowsy Echo, and confound Their perfect language in a mingled sound, Then so the Court, our Forest sport being done, A second chase of lovelier sport's begun. If fortune cross not what our hopes pursue, Our fears have met their deaths, our loves their due. Crossed in my hopes, the Ladies rescued, and the Princes like cravens beat out of the game-place, my invention must turn travailer for more stratagems what & I should discover their plot to the Duke, attach 'em for traitors, and beg their lands for my labour; though they be my friends, 'twere a pretty parcel of policy. All things are lawful that do profit bring, A wiseman's bow goes with a twofold string.
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VVhat cry of treaſons that Dametas? Pray God no danger ſets vpon my daughters, Seeke out our wife, Ile haſt vnto their reskue. And my ſworde vn-imployd? allegeance: ſayes nay to that my Liege, I am for the aduenture my ſelfe, if they bee ſurpriſd (I am a mad man) your grace ſhall heare more: If not ( the more ſorrie) your grace ſhal heare more to: make peace with your thoughts till my returne, and doubt not their recouery. Speake, where's the Duke? Heere my Genitia. What meane theſe weapons, are our daughters ſafe? As a thiefe in a ill father, we thanke our redeemers. The more my griefe, were you ſurpriſd then madam? Yes ſayth Dametas. And how ſweet Ladies, and how were you reskewd? Beeing ſurpriſd, this gallant Amaſon Preſt to their reskew, had you ſeene what worth She and this woodman ſpent in our defence, Wonder would ha bereft you of all ſence. She raiſde her ſword with ſuch a manly grace, As had nor her mild ſexe-contrould my thoughts, I could haue falne in loue with her high worth. You ouer price vs madam, not our deſe But the weake ſpi of our oppoſites. Gaue leiſter to the dines of our worth. It pleaſe your modeſty to lesſon it. But it ſhall ſtill liue great in our regard. What woodmans that? My follower my Liege. VVhat ere he be, he hath deſeru'd our loue. Fellow be neere vs, and for this deſert, Performd againſt thoſe Traytors to our blood, Vnder thy maiſter we giue thee an attendant, To garde the life and ſafetie of our daughter. Thanke you good father, who euer looſe by the bargaine, I ha got me a ſeruant by the match: wot ſerue me fellow? In the beſt I can. In hart your fellow, though in ſhow your man. Ile try your duious ſeruice: I command, Your knee to kiſſe the ground, your lip my hand. Pardon me Madam. Heeres hote loue no doubt, I may commaund my man, and goe without. Truce to this ayrie warre, theſe paper bullets Better become a Cloſſet then a Parke, The Forreſt muſick is to heare the hounds Rend the thin ayre, and with a luſtie cry Awake the drowſie Eccho, and confound Their perfect language in a mingled ſound, Then ſo the Court, our Forreſt ſport beeing done, A ſecond chace o louelier ſport's begunne. If fortune croſſe not what our hopes purſue, Our feares haue met theyr deaths, our loues theyr due. Croſt in my hopes, the Ladies reskewd, and the Princes like crauens beate out of the game-place, my inuention muſt turne trauailer for more ſtratagems what & I ſhould diſcouer their plot to the Duke, attach em for traytors, and begge their lands for my labour; though they be my friends, twere a pretty parcell of pollicie. All things are lawfull that doe profit bring, A wiſe-mans bow goes with a two-fold ſtring.