Mason, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1607 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the King's Revels T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
You're frivolous: Why know Ferrara, thy prerogative Extends no further than thy sword can reach: Then when thy conquests hath confirmed thy will Thou mayst capitulate with rude commands, Till when proud Prince, stoop at imperious chance: For did no other title than my sword Make my claim righteous: yet the doubtful lot Cast on the ends of war, carries my fate Even with thy pride: the Lady as mine own To show an eminence that o'er looks thy hope, I challenge and aver the right of war Due to my sword. unsheath it then. Yes at thy bosom. What means this sudden parley from the walls? What are the Dukes at odds? Hark Madam from the walls— A sudden parley speaks unto the Duke's Was that that stayed their swords. I would fain have seen, how like Esop's warrior they could have fought, For that a third carries away. Some new device of policy hath caused This unexepected change: not long since I was resolu'd in councell to maintaine The siege against the hottest opposition. Did I not think my fortunes ebb at lowest? It might amaze me. My liberty May soon give notice to you: then let's away: A Sun may rise to make't a happy day. To whom speaks Borgias? Dukes to you both. The present and unlooked for cause of grief, That now hath took possession on our breasts, Cuts of the feeling of all outward fear: Our private griefs were desperate: did there not A public care of others burden us We think you wronged, I and the Senate here, Causes of both the nonsuits of your loves, Appeal unto remission. But whether bends your far-fetched Oratory? Restore the Lady unto me: and on my honour's pawn I'll free your City from the arms of Venice. Senate, and you on whose authority, And pawn of honour I engaged my love, Slaved my affections, and did prostitute The freedom of my soul to Iulia: Sleight not your wisdoms and your worths in counsel To serve the ends of hidden policy: Make good your words engaged, and as I live A Prince unstained in honour, I will free Your City from Ferrara's hottest fury. Alas my gracious and renowned Lords, I grieve to see your passions, Emptied of th'objects that they wrought upon: I am the Ambassador of heavy news, To you I am sure as heavy as to us. Speak it. O it doth press the Organs of my speech, And like a lethargy doth numb those motions should give it utterance. Hold the Protector there from falling. Some standersby help to unlade his burden. The Camel else will sink down under it. Scoffe not my gratious Prince: the griefe I see Will be as heavy on thy now light head, As 'tis on mine: the Lady whom you love— Why what of her? Where is she? speak: Singing with Angels in the choir of heaven, The Requiem of Saints. she's dead! she's dead! I Lords unto your loves. O my loves hard fate. Dead!
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Y'are riuolous: Why know Ferrara, thy prerogatiue Extends no further then thy sword can reach: Then when thy conquests hath confirmd thy will Thou maist capitulate with ude commaunds, Til when proud Prince, stoupe at imperious chance: For did no other title then my sword Make my claime righteous: yet the doubtfull lot Cast on the ends of warre, carries my fate Euen with thy pride: the Lady as mine owne To shewe an eminence that o're lookes thy hope, I chalendge and auerre the right of warre Due to my sword. Vnsheath it then. Yes at thy bosome. What meanes his suddaine parley from the walls? What are the Dukes at odde? Harke Madam from the walls— A suddaine parley speakes vnto the Dukes Was that that staid their swords. I woud faine haue seene, how like Esops warriour they could haue fought, For that a third carries away. Some new deuise of pollicy hath caud This vnexepected change: not long since I was resolu'd in councell to maintaine The siege against the hottest opposition. Did I not thinke my fortunes ebbe at lowest? It might amaze me. My libertie May soone giue notice to you: then lets away: A Sunne may rise to mak't a happy day. To whome speakes Borgias? Dukes to you both. The present and vnlookt for cause of griefe, That now hath tooke possession on our breasts, Cuts of the feeling of all outward feare: Our priuate griefes were desperate: did there not A pubike care of others burden vs We thinke you wrongd, I and the Senate heere, Causes of both the nonsuites of your loues, Appeale vnto remission. But whether bends your far-fetcht Oratory? Restore the Lady vnto me: and on my honours pawne Ile free your Citty from the armes of Vnice. Senate, and you on whose authority, And pawne of honor I engagde my loue, Slau'd my affections, and did prostitute The freedome of my soule to Iulia: Sleight not your wisedomes and your worths in counsel To serue the ends of hidden pollicy: Make good your words engagde, and as I liue A Prince vnstainde in honor, I will free Your Citty from Ferraras hottest fury. Alas my gratious and renowned Lords, I grieue to see your passions, Emptied of th'obiects that hey wrought vpon: I am the Embassador of heauy newes, To you I am sure as heauy as to vs. Speake it. O it doth presse the Organs of my speech, And like a lethargie doth numbe those motions should giue it vtterance. Hold the Protector there from falling. Some standersby helpe to vnlade his burhen. The Camel else will sinke downe vnder it. Scoffe not my gratious Prince: the griefe I see Will be as heauy on hy now light head, As tis on mine: the Lady whome you loue— Why what of her? Where is she? speake: Singing with Angels in the quire of heauen, The Requiem o Saints. Shee's dead! Shee's dead! I Lords vnto your loues. O my Loues hard fate. Dead!