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 0.81 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Love Madam is importunate, you must hear: Your niceness makes me be abrupt: I love And must enjoy you. Hell to my love: Borgias I'll prevent you. I must be plain: love you me my Lord? I by that power that made me. Restore then that, that you have robbed me of, My honour and my life: for I am dead, So thought of in the world: give me what I am: Return the title due unto my birth duchess of Florence, and thy Sovereign. Make me as free as I was borne, and give my love The liberty of nature: then shall I believe And think you love me. I will restore your honours and your life, I will return the duties of your birth: Duchess of Florence and my Sovereign, The Sovereign of my heart: and kneel to you, And make my thoughts as humble as my knees: See: I am not ambitious, 'tis not a crown The gorgeous title of a Sovereign, Makes me so evil in your thoughts: the poise of love Whom some term light, and gives him wings To soar all oft in me is but the same And makes me stoop thus low to Iulia. Uncle I am ashamed that any blood of mine Should harbour such an incest: you have an easier way To gain what you desire: make good the fame The world is now possessed of: murder me, Then are you heir to Florence: 'tis not half so ill, As this incestuous mixture you so plead for, 'gainst nature and the law of heaven: but on, Use your usurped power; be still a villain: My life is the utmost, and you may command it, But my blood's vessel given unto my soul, As a pure mansion to inhabit in Shall while I am and breath, be unprofaned. I'll be more chaste than Lucrece, die unstained. You are a woman Lady, and will change: The Protector's at a nonsuit in his love, How now my Lord? Thus crossed by superstitious obstinacy, I'll use the power I have, and make— How thrives your suit? Unthriftily like yours: we are no Venus darlings, No delight for women: she cannot love. She cannot love? your reason Lady Is your blood holy? are you a sanctuary That none may violate. What ease of conscience Keeps you unprofaned? know that religion Binds your obedience minion to my will. Love him or I'll hate thee. I tender up the duty of a child And yield a father's high prerogative o'er what I am: yet for that affection That you would have me captive in his breast, Know it is prisoner at so dear a rate, As all my strength can no way ransom it. I'll use no rhetoric Lady to your ears: But hear what I command and do my will, Or thou shalt hear what will displease thy will. Be these the precepts Christians give their children? But Madam for your love. I would forsake a God.
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Loue Madam is importunate, you must heare: Your nicenesse makes me be abrupt: I loue And must enioy you. Hell to my loue: Borgias I'le preuent you. I must be plaine: loue you me my Lord? I by that power that made me. Restore then that, that you haue robd me of, My honor and my life: for I am dead, So thought of in the world: giue me what I am: Returne the title due vnto my birth Duhesse of Florence, and thy Soueraigne. Make me as free as I was borne, and giue my loue The liberty of nature: then shall I beleeue And thinke you loue me. I will restore your honors and your life, I will returne the duties of your birth: Dutchesse of Florence and my Soueraigne, The Soueraigne of my heart: and kneele to you, And make my thoughts as humble as my knees: See: I am not ambitious, tis not a crowne The gorgeous title of a Soueraigne, Makes me so euil in your thoughts: the poize of loue Whome some terme light, and giues him wings To soare al oft in me is but the same And makes me stoope thus low to Iulia. Vncle I am aham'd that any bloud of mine Should harbor such an incest: you haue an easier way To gaine what you desire: make good the fame The world is now possest of: murther me, Then are you heire to Florence: tis not halfe so ill, As this incestuous mixture you so plead for, Gainst nature and the law of heauen: but on, Vse your vsurped power; be still a villaine: My life is the vtmost, and you may commaund it, But my bloods vessell giuen vnto my soule, As a pure mansion to inhabit in Shall while I am and breath, be vnprophan'd. Ile be more chat then Lucrece, dye vnstaind. You are a woman Lady, and wil change: The Protector's at a nonsuit in his loue, How now my Lord? Thus crost by superstitious obstinacy, Ile vse the power I haue, and make—How thriues your sute? Vnthriftily like yours: we are no Venus darlings, No delight for women: she cannot loue. She cannot loue? your reason Lady Is your blood holy? are you a sanctuary That none may violate. What ease of conscience Keepes you vnprophand? know that religion Bindes your obedience minion to my will. Loue him or Ile hate thee. I tender vp the duty of a childe And yeeld a fathers high prerogatiue Ore what I am: yet for that affection That you would haue me captiue in his breast, Know it is prisoner at so deere a rate, As all my strength can no way ransome it. Ile vse no rhethorique Lady to your eares: But heare what I commaund and do my will, Or thou shalt heare what will displease thy will. Be these the precepts Christians giue their children? But Madam for your loue. I would forsake a God.