Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.79 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
You may not. His majesty is now down priest with seriousness: As for your suit it is with Prat the Orator. I heard his highness give him a special charge For your dispatch with favour. O but he doth neglect, And sleights me like his weak orations, And by your lordship's leave, I do not think His wisdom worthy of the conference. Nay if you will correct the King's coin you are not for my conference, far you well. Why, and far you well, 'sfoot this is more than strange, That being grieved I may not say i'm pained. But here comes another: Mine honourable Lord May I not have some conference with the king? You may not, business of greater weight Imports both him and us: nay pray you cease; As for your suit 'tis with the Orator. Yet methinks 'ttwere meet That you would rather trouble him then me. It's strange. It's strange indeed, to see you wrong your ease. I am not now for idle conferences, adieu. Why this is court grace to men in misery, And thus these tail-less Lions with their roar, Affright the simple heard: O I could now Turn rebel 'gainst their pride. But here comes the Duke: My gracious Lord, vouchsafe to hear my griefs. For Gods love cease your trouble, we are all Troubled with griefs of stranger qualities. Words are no heavy burden. No, had I no other weight; But we are all down priest with other poise: As for your suit it is referred to Prat: And he must give you fair dispatch with favour; Which if he slight for envy or for bribe, Repair to me, and I will not forget To give you ease, and chide his negligence. Mean space I pray you leave me, for we all Are troubled now with greatest miracles. Your grace doth do me comfort, and I will Study with service to deserve your favours, And so I take my leave. Your own content●…ts follow you. Now gentlemen what news within, can this dumb wonder speak? Have you cut off those lets that tied his speech. And made your fame to sound thorough Sicily? All hopeful means that man or art can find, Have we made trial of, but 'tis in vain: For still my Lord, the cure's invincible. Those Organs nature gave to move the tongue, He fully doth possess as well as we; Which makes us think his sudden apoplexy, Is either will, vow, or a miracle. I should think strangely, had we strange things on earth; But wonders now are most familiar: But here comes his majesty, now we shall see If this dumb beast can speak before the king. My best of friends, my dearest Philocles, Thy griefs run in my spirit, make me sad, And dulls my sense with thine affliction. My soul with thine doth sympathise in woe, And passion governs him that should rule all. What say our Doctors is there no hope of help?
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You may not. His maiestie is now downe prest with seriousnesse: As for your suit it is with Prat the Orator. I heard his highnesse giue him a speciall charge For your dispatch with fauour. O but he doth neglect, And sleights me like his weake orations, And by your Lordships leaue, I do not thinke His wisedome worthy of the conference. Nay if you will correct the kings coyne you are not for my conference, Fare you well. Why, and fare you well, S'foot this is more then strange, That being grieu'd I may not say i'me paind. But heere comes another: Mine honorable Lord May I not haue some conference with the king? You may not, businesse of greater waight Imports both him and vs: nay pray you cease; As for your suit tis with the Orator. Yet methinkes twere meet That you would rather trouble him then me. Its strange. Its strange indeed, to see you wrong your ease. I am not now for idle conferences, adiew. Why this is court grace to men in misery, And thus these taile-lesse Lions with their roare, Affright the simple heard: O I could now Turne rebell gainst their pride. But heere comes the Duke: My gratious Lord, vouchsafe to heare my griefes. For Gods loue cease your trouble, wee are all Troubled with griefes of stranger qualities. Words are no heauy burthen. No, had I no other waight; But we are all downe prest with other poise: As for your suit it is refer'd to Prat: And he must giue you faire dispatch with fauour; VVhich if he sleight for enuy or for bribe, Repaire to me, and I will not forget To giue you ease, and chide his negligence. Meane space I pray you leaue me, for we all Are troubled now with greatest miracles. Your grace doth do me comfort, and I will Study with seruice to deserue your fauours, And so I take my leaue. Your owne contentts follow you. Now gentlemen what newes within, can this dumbe wonder speake? Haue you cut off those lets that tied his speech. And made your fame to sound thorow Sicille? All hopefull meanes that man or art can finde, Haue we made triall of, but tis in vaine: For still my Lord, the cur'es invincible. Those Organs nature gaue to moue the tongue, He fully doth possesse as well as we; Which makes vs thinke his suddaine apoplexe, Is either will, vow, or a miracle. I should thinke strangly, had wee strange things on earth; But wonders now are most familiar: But here comes his maiestie, now we shall see If this dumbe beast can speake before the king. My best of friends, my deerest Philocles, Thy griefes run in my spirit, make me sad, And duls my sense with thine affliction. My soule with thine doth sympathize in woe, And passion gouerns him that should rule all. What say our Doctors is there no hope of help?