Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
I neither fear thy fortune nor my ruin; But hold them all beyond all prophesy. Thou hast my free consent, and on thy power Lies my lives date or my death's hour. Then rise and live with safety. Alphonso, here my hand, Thy fortune lends thy peace no infamy. And now thou glorious issue of Joves' brain, That burned the Telamonian ravisher, Look from thy sphere, and if my heart contain An impure thought of lust, send thy monsters forth And make me more than earthly miserable. Yield, recant or die. Thine axe hath not the power to wound my thought, And yields a word my tongue could never sound, I say thou'rt worthy valiant, for my death, Let the Queen speak it, 'tis an easy breath. Not for the world's large circuit, hold gentle Prince, Thus I do pay his ransom, low as the ground, I tender mine unspotted virgin love, To thy great wills commandment, let not my care My woman tyranny, or too strict guard, In bloody purchase take away those sweets Till now have governed your amazed desires: For trust me king, I will redeem my blame, With as much love, as Philocles hath fame. Thus comes a calm unto a sea-wrecked soul, Ease to the pained, food unto the starved, As you to me my best creation. Trust me my Queen, my loves large chronicle Thou never shalt over read, because each day It shall beget new matter of amaze: And live to do thee grace eternally, Next whom my Philocles my bounteous friend, Author of life, and sovereign of my love, My heart shall be thy throne, thy breast the shrine, Where I will sit to study gratefulness To you and you my Lords, my best of thoughts, Whose loves have showed a duteous carefulness, To all free thanks and graces, this unity Of love and kingdoms, is a glorious sight. Mount up the royal Champion, music & cornets sound. Let shouts and cries make heaven and earth rebound. How like the suns great bastard o'er the world, Rides this man mounted engine, this proud prince And with his breath singes our continents Sat fast proud Phaeton, for by heaven i'll kick And plunge thee in the sea: if thou'lt needs ride, Thou shouldst have made thy seat upon a slave, And not upon mine honour's firmament. Thou hast not heard the God of wisdoms tale, Nor can thine youth curb greatness, till my hate, Confound thy life with villain policy. I am resolved since virtue hath disdained To clothe me in her riches, henceforth to prove A villain fatal, black and ominous: Thy virtue is the ground of my dislike: And my disgrace, the edge of envies sword, Which like a razor shall unplumbe thy crest; And rob thee of thy native excellence, When great thoughts give their homage to disgrace there's no respect of deeds, time, thoughts or place.
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I neither feare thy fortune nor my ruine; But hold them all beyond all prophesie. Thou hast my free consent, and on thy power Lies my liues date or my deaths hower. Then rise and liue with safety. Alphonso, here my hand, Thy fortune lends thy peace no infamy. And now thou glorious issue of Ioues braine, That burnt the Telamonian Rauisher, Looke from thy spheare, and if my heart containe An impure thought of lust, send thy monsters forth And make me more then earthly miserable. Yeld, recant or dye. Thine axe hath not the power to wound my thought, And yeelds a word my tongue could neuer sound, I say th'art worthy valiant, for my death, Let the Queene speake it, tis an easie breath. Not for the worlds large circuite, hold gentle Prince, Thus I doe pay his ransome, lowe as the ground, I tender mine vnspotted virgin loue, To thy great willes commandement, let not my care My woman tyrannie, or too strict guard, In bloudy purchase take away those sweetes Till now haue gouernd your amazd desires: For trust me king, I will redeeme my blame, With as much loue, as Philocles hath fame. Thus comes a calme vnto a Sea-wract soule, Ease to the pained, foode vnto the staru'd, As you to me my best creation. Trust me my Queene, my loues large chronicle Thou neuer shalt ore read, because each day It shall beget new matter of amaze: And liue to doe thee grace eternally, Next whom my Philocles my bounteous friend, Author of life, and soueraigne of my loue, My heart shall be thy throne, thy breast the shrine, Where I will sit to study gratefulnes To you and you my Lords, my best of thoughts, Whose loues haue shewd a dutious carefulnes, To all free thankes and graces, this vnity Of loue and kingdomes, is a glorious sight. Mount vp the royal Champion, musicke & cornets sound. Let shouts and cries make heauen and earth rebound. How like the sunnes great bastard ore the world, Rides this man mounted engine, this proud prince And with his breath sindges our continents Sit fast proud Phaeton, for by heauen ile kicke And plunge thee in the sea: if thou'lt needes ride, Thou shouldst haue made thy seat vpon a slaue, And not vpon mine honours firmament. Thou hast not heard the God of wisedomes tale, Nor can thine youth curbe greatnes, till my hate, Confound thy life with villaine policy. I am resolu'd since vertue hath disdaind To cloath me in her riches, henceforth to proue A villaine fatall, blacke and ominous: Thy vertue is the ground of my dislike: And my disgrace, the edge of enuies sword, Which like a rasor shall vnplumbe thy crest; And rob thee of thy natiue excellence, When great thoughts giue their homage to disgrace Thers's no respect of deedes, time, thoughts or place.