Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
joy and all comfort in your sacred breast. And keep your mind till you return to us peaceful and comfortable. Peace, peace, and give experience tongue, They do abuse the King that flatter him, For flattery is the bellows blows up sin, The thing the which is flattered, but a spark, To which that spark gives heat, and stronger Glowing, whereas reproof obedient and in order, Fits kings as they are men, for they may err, When signor sooth here does proclaim peace, He flatters you, makes war upon your life. Prince paadon me, or strike me if you please, I cannot be much lower than my knees. All leave us else: but let your cares o'erlook, What shipping, and what ladings in our haven, And then return to us, Hellicans' thou hast Moved us, what seest thou in our looks? An angry brow, dread Lord. If there be such a dart in Princes frowns, How durst thy tongue move anger to our face? How dares the plants look up to heaven, From whence they have their nourishment? Thou knowest I have power to take thy life from thee. I have ground the Axe myself, Do but you strike the blow. Rise, prithee rise, sit down, thou art no flatterer, I thank thee for't, and heave forbid That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid. Fit Counsellor, and servant for a Prince, Who by thy wisdom makes a Prince thy servant, What wouldst thou have me do? To bear with patience such griefs as you yourself do lay upon yourself. Thou speak'st like a Physician Hellicanus, That ministers a potion unto me: That thou wouldst tremble to receive thyself, Attend me then, I went to Antioch, Whereas thou know'st against the face of death, I sought the purchase of a glorious beauty, From whence an issue I might propagate, Are arms to Princes, and bring joys to subjects, Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder, The rest hark in thine ear, as black as incest, Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father Seemed not to strike, but smooth, but thou know'st this, 'tis time to fear when tyrants seems to kiss. Which fear so grew in me I hither fled, Under the covering of a careful night, Who seemed my good protector, and being here, Bethought what was past, what might succeed, I knew him tyrannous, and tyrant's fear Decrease not, but grow faster than the years, And should he do't, as no doubt he doth, That I should open to the listening air, How many worthy Prince's bloods were shed, To keep his bed of blackness vnlayde open, To lop that doubt, he'll fill this land with arms, And make pretence of wrong that I have done him, When all for mine, if I may call offence, Must feel wars blow, who spares not innocence, Which love to all of which thyself art one, Who now reprou'dst me fort. Alas sir.
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Ioy and all comfort in your sacred brest. And keepe your mind till you returne to vs peacefull and comfortable. Peace, peace, and giue experience tongue, They doe abuse the King that flatter him, For flatterie is the bellowes blowes vp sinne, The thing the which is flattered, but a sparke, To which that sparke giues heate, and stronger Glowing, whereas reproofe obedient and in order, Fits kings as they are men, for they may erre, When signior sooth here does proclaime peace, He flatters you, makes warre vpon your life. Prince paadon me, or strike me if you please, I cannot be much lower then my knees. All leaue vs else: but let your cares ore-looke, What shipping, and what ladings in our hauen, And then returne to vs, Hellicans thou hast Mooude vs, what eest thou in our lookes? An angrie brow, dread Lord. If there be such a dart in Princes frownes, How durst thy tongue moue anger to our face? How dares the plants looke vp to heauen, From whence they haue their nourishment? Thou knowest I haue power to take thy life from thee▪ I haue ground the Axe my selfe, Doe but you strike th blowe. Rise, prethee rise, sit downe, thou art no flatterer, I thanke thee fort, and heaue forbid That kings should let their ares heare their faults hid. Fit Counsellor, and seruant for a Prince▪ Who by thy wisdome makes a Prince thy seruant, What wouldst thou haue me doe? To beare with patience such griefes as you your selfe doe lay vpon your selfe. Thou speakst like a Physition Hellicanus, That ministers a potion vnto me: That thou wouldst tremble to receiue thy selfe, Attend me then, I went to Antioch, Whereas thou knowst against the face of death, I sought the purchase of a glorious beautie, From whence an issue I might propogate, Are armes to Princes, and bring ioies to subiects, Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder, The rest harke in thine eare, as blacke as incest, Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father Seemde not to strike, but smooth, but thou knowst this, Tis time to feare when tyrants seemes to kisse. Which feare so grew in me I hither fled, Vnder the couering of a carefull night, Who seemd my good protector, and being here▪ Bethought what was past, what might succeed, I knew him tyrannous, and tyrants feare Decrease not, but grow faster then the yeares, And should he doo't, as no doubt he doth, That I should open to the listning ayre, How mny worthie Princes blouds were shed, To keepe his bed of blacknesse vnlayde ope, To lop that doubt, hee'le fill this land with armes, And make pretence of wrong that I haue done him, When all for mine, if I may call offence, Must feel wars blow, who spares not innocence, Which lou to all of which thy selfe art one, Who now reprou'dst me fort. Alas sir.