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 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
To you as much: Sir, I am beholding to you For your sweet Music this last night: I do protest, my ears were never better fed With such delightful pleasing harmony. It is your Grace's pleasure to commend, Not my desert. Sir, you are Musics master. The worst of all her scholars (my good Lord.) Let me ask you one thing: What do you think of my Daughter, sir? A most virtuous Princess. And she is fair too, is she not? As a fair day in Summer: wondrous fair. Sir, my Daughter thinks very well of you, I so well, that you must be her Master, And she will be your Scholar; therefore look to it. I am unworthy for her Schoolmaster. She thinks not so: peruse this writing else. What's here, a letter that she loves the knight of Tyre? 'tis the King's subtlety to have my life: Oh seek not to entrap me, gracious Lord, A Stranger, and distressed Gentleman, That never aimed so high, to love your Daughter, But bent all offices to honour her. Thou hast bewitched my daughter, And thou art a villain. By the Gods I have not; never did thought Of mine levy offence; nor never did my actions Yet commence a deed might gain her love, Or your displeasure. Traitor, thou liest. Traitor? ay, traitor. Even in his throat, unless it be the King, That calls me Traitor, I return the lie. Now by the Gods, I do applaud his courage. My actions are as noble as my thoughts. That never relished of a base descent: I came unto your Court for Honour's cause, And not to be a Rebel to her state: And he that otherwise accounts of me, This Sword shall prove, he's Honour's enemy. No? heere heere comes my Daughter, she can witness it. Then as you are as virtuous, as fair, Resolve your angry Father, if my tongue Did ere solicit, or my hand subscribe To any syllable that made love to you? Why sir, say if you had, who takes offence? At that, would make me glad? Yea Mistress, are you so peremptory? I am glad on't with all my heart, I'll tame you; I'll bring you in subjection. Will you not, having my consent, Bestow your love and your affections, Upon a Stranger? who for aught I know, May be (nor can I think the contrary) As great in blood as I myself: Therefore, hear you Mistress, either frame Your will to mine: and you sir, hear you; Either be ruled by me, or I'll make you, Man and wife: nay come, your hands, And lips must seal it too: and being joined, I'll thus your hopes destroy, and for further grief: God give you joy; what are you both pleased? Yes, if you love me sir? Even as my life, my blood that fosters it. What are you both agreed? Yes, if't please your Majesty. It pleaseth me so well, that I will see you wed, And then with what haste you can, get you to bed.
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To you as much: Sir, I am behoulding to you For your sweete Musicke this last night: I do protest, my eares were neuer better fedde With such delightfull pleasing harmonie. It is your Graces pleasure to commend, Not my desert. Sir, you are Musickes maister. The worst of all her schollers (my good Lord.) Let me aske you one thing: What do you thinke of my Daughter, sir? A most vertuous Princesse. And she is faire too, is she not? As a faire day in Sommer: woondrous faire. Sir, my Daughter thinkes very well of you, I so well, that you must be her Maister, And she will be your Scholler; therefore looke to it. I am vnworthy for her Scholemaister. She thinkes not so: peruse this writing else. What's here, a letter that she loues the knight of Tyre▪ T'is the Kings subtiltie to haue my life: Oh seeke not to intrappe me, gracious Lord, A Stranger, and distressed Gentleman, That neuer aymed so hie, to loue your Daughter, But bent all offices to honour her. Thou hast bewitcht my daughter, And thou art a villaine. By the Gods I haue not; neuer did thought Of mine leuie offence; nor neuer did my actions Yet commence a deed might gaine her loue, Or your displeasure. Traytor, thou lyest. Traytor? I, traytor. Euen in his throat, vnlesse it be the King, That cals me Traytor, I returne the lye. Now by the Gods, I do applaude his courage. My actions are as noble as my thoughts. That neuer relisht of a base discent: I came vnto your Court for Honours cause, And not to be a Rebell to her state: And he that otherwise accountes of mee, This Sword shall prooue, hee's Honours enemie. Noheere comes my Daughter, she can witnesse it. Then as you are as vertuous, as faire, Resolue your angry Father, if my tongue Did ere solicite, or my hand subscribe To any sillable that made loue to you? Why sir, say if you had, who take offence? At that, would make me glad? Yea Mistris, are you so peremptorie? I am glad on't with all my heart, Ile tame you; Ile bring you in subiection. Will you not, hauing my consent, Bestow your loue and your affections, Vpon a Stranger? who for ought I know, May be (nor can I thinke the contrary) As great in blood as I my selfe: Therefore, heare you Mistris, either frame Your will to mine: and you sir, heare you; Either be rul'd by mee, or Ile make you, Man and wife: nay come, your hands, And lippes must seale it too: and being ioynd, Ile thus your hopes destroy, and for further griefe: God giue you ioy; what are you both pleased? Yes, if you loue me sir? Euen as my life, my blood that fosters it. What are you both agreed? Yes, if't please your Maiestie. It pleaseth me so well, that I will see you wed, And then with what haste you can, get you to bed.