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 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Who calls, what would you have? I thought you were a woman you were so hasty: O Madam is it you? I cry you mercy. My grief speaks loud sir, and my swift desire o'er rules my tongue, makes it keep time with thought, I long to see a prisoner in this ill built house. What prisoner Madam? The worthy Prince, the famous Philocles. Madam I dare not, without especial warrant. I have my brother's strong commission, hold there is gold. This golden calf is an excellent idol; and sew of my profession but serves it this dumb god gives tongue to all men, wit to all men, honour to any man, but honesty to no man; and therefore as for honesty I mean not to deal with so dear a commodity, but leave it to my better: Madam those stairs direct you to his lodging. I thank you sir. This is a worthy Lady to give thus much for the bare sight of a man in affliction, if he were at liberty it were nothing: but being as it is, it is most bountiful, but it may be it is for the past hours of former recreations, well let it be what it shall be, I am sure it was not that I should hold this disputation: but see here she comes again. Madam my soul cannot consent to leave Your life in this great hazard, nor can death Carry such ugly shape as doth the thought That you are left in this extremity: Indeed I will not leave you. Will you grow mad? what shall your nobler spirit Which is the school of wisdom grow so fond, As to revolt from all our happiness? Our plots you know, and how to manage cares, Whose true events have true proportions. Then dear Lord rest resolved, the jailer over hears: Live you with safety, most worthy maid farewell. Farewell fair Prince; thanks M jailer and a kind commend. As much unto your ladyship. So now I'll lock my doors. Is our commission, as we gave in charge, Delivered over to the corregidors? It is, and with such strictness and advice, For speedy execution of the same, That by this time I know they are in the way Unto their execution, for the hour Of death doth run upon his latest minutes. 'tis well: for till their shameless lives have end, There can no comfort creep into my thoughts, Or ought save mifchief keep me company. Why was I borne to this malignity And lowness of base fortune: yet my place Above the level of the vulgars' sight, O it is but to let me know thus much, That those which lie within the richest graves Were at the best but fortunes glorious slaves. But see, here comes my shame. My dearest Lord.
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Who calles, what would you haue? I thought you were a womā you were so hasty: O Madam is it you? I cry you mercie. My griefe speakes loud sir, and my swift desire Ore rules my tongue, makes it keepe time with thought, I long to see a prisoner in this ill built house. What prisoner Madam? The worthy Prince, the famous Philocles. Madame I dare not, without especiall warrant. I haue my brothers strong commission, hold there is gold. This golden calfe is an excellent Idoll; and sewe of my profession but serues it this dumb god giues tongue to all men, wit to all mē, honour to any man, but honesty to no man; and therefore as for honesty I meane not to deale with so deare a commodity, but leaue it to my better: Madam those staires direct you to his lodging. I thanke you sir. This is a worthy Lady to giue thus much for the bare sight of a man in affliction, if he were at liberty it were nothing: but being as it is, it is most bountifull, but it may be it is for the past houres of former recreations, well let it be what it shall be, I am sure it was not that I should hold this disputation: but see here she comes againe. Madame my soule cannot consent to leaue Your life in this great hazard, nor can death Carie such vgly shape as doth the thought That you are left in this extremity: Indeede I will not leaue you. Will you grow mad? what shall your nobler spirit Which is the schoole of wisdome grow so fond, As to reuolt from all our happines? Our plots you know, and how to manage cares, Whose true euents haue true proportions. Then deare Lord rest resolu'd, the Gailer ouer heares: Liue you with safetie, most worthy maid farewell. Farewell faire Prince; thanks M Iayler and a kind commend. As much vnto your Ladiship. So now Ile lock my dores. Is our commission, as wee gaue in charge, Deliuered ore to the Corigidors? It is, and with such strictnes and aduice, For speedy execution of the same, That by this time I know they are in the way Vnto their execution, for the hower Of death doth runne vpon his latest minutes. Tis well: for till their shamelesse liues haue end, There can no comfort creepe into my thoughts, Or ought saue mifchief keepe me company. Why was I borne to this malignity And lownesse of base fortune: yet my place Aboue the leuell of the vulgars sight, O it is but to let me know thus much, That those which ly within the richest graues Were at the best but fortunes glorious slaues. But see, here comes my shame. My dearest Lord.