Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.86 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
The Princess is besides her Grace I think, To talk thus with a fellow that will hardly Serve i'th' dark when one is drunk. What answer wilt thou give me? If it please your Grace to jest on, I can abide it. If it be jest, not to esteem my life, Compared with thee: If it be jest in me, To hang a thousand kisses in an hour Upon those lips, and take 'em off again: If it be jest for me to marry thee, And take obedience on me whilst I live: Then all I say is jest: For every part of this, I swear by those That see my thoughts, I am resolved to do. And I beseech thee, by thine own white hand, (Which pardon me, that I am bold to kiss With so unworthy lips) that thou wilt swear To marry me, as I do here to thee, Before the face of heaven. Marry you! ha, ha, ha. Kill me or grant: wilt thou not speak at all? Why I will do your will for ever. I ask no more: but let me kiss that mouth That is so merciful, that is my will: Next, go with me before the King in haste, That is my will, where I will make our Peers Know, that thou art their better. Ha, ha, ha, that is fine, ha, ha, ha. Madam, what means your Grace? Consider for the love of heaven to what You run madly; will you take this Viper Into your bed? Away, hold off thy hands: Strike her sweet Zoylous, for it is my will, Which thou hast sworn to do. Away for shame Know you no manners: ha, ha, ha. Thou know'st none I fear, This is just Cupid's Anger, Venus look down mildly on us: And command thy Son to spare this Lady once, and let me be in love with all: and none in love with me. Is your Lordship for the wars this summer? Timantus wilt thou go with me? If I had a company my Lord Of Fiddlers: Thou a Company? No, no, keep thy company at home, & cause cuckolds, The wars will hurt thy face, there's no sempsters, Shoemakers, nor Tailors, nor almond milk i'th' morning, Nor poached eggs to keep your worship soluble, No man to warm your shirt, and blow your roses: Nor none to reverence your round lace breeches: If thou wilt needs go, and go thus, Get a case for thy Captainship, a shower will spoil thee else. Thus much for thee. Your Lordship's wondrous witty, very pleasant, believe't. No news yet my Son? Sir, there be divers out in search: No doubt they'll bring the truth where he is, Or the occasion that led him hence. They have good eyes then. The Gods go with them: Who be those that wait there?
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The Princesse is besides her Grace I thinke, To talke thus with a fellow that will hardly Serue i'th' darke when one is drunke. What answere wilt thou giue me? If it pleafe your Grace to iest on, I can abide it. If it be iest, not to esteeme my life, Compard with thee: If it be iest in me, To hang a thousand kisses in an houre Vpon those lippes, and take 'em off againe: If it be iest for me to marry thee, And take obedience on me whilst I liue: Then all I say is iest: For euery part of this, I sweare by those That see my thoughts, I am resolu'd to doe. And I beseech thee, by thine owne white hand, (Which pardon me, that I am bold to kisse With so vnworthy lippes) that thou wilt sweare To marry me, as I doe here to thee, Before the face of heauen. Marry you! ha, ha, ha. Kill me or graunt: wilt thou not speake at all? Why I will doe your will for euer. I aske no more: but let me kisse that mouth That is so mercifull, that is my will: Next, goe with me before the King in hast, That is my will, where I will make our Peeres Know, that thou art their better. Ha, ha, ha, that is fine, ha, ha, ha. Madam, what meanes your Grace? Consider for the loue of heauen to what You runne madly; will you take this Viper Into your bed? Away, hold off thy hands: Strike her sweete Zoylous, for it is my will, Which thou hast sworne to doe. Away for shame Know you no manners: ha, ha, ha. Thou knowst none I feare, This is iust Cupids Anger, Uenus looke downe mildely on vs: And commaund thy Sonne to spare this Ladie once, and let me be in loue with all: and none in loue with mee. Is your Lordship for the warres this sommer? Timantus wilt thou goe with mee? If I had a companie my Lord Of Fidlers: Thou a Companie? No, no, keepe thy company at home, & cause cuckolds, The warres will hurt thy face, theres no semsters, Shoemakers, nor Taylors, nor almon milkith morning, Nor poacht egges to keepe your worship soluble, No man to warme your shyrt, and blow your roses: Nor none to reuerence your round lace breeches: If thou wilt needes goe, and goe thus, Get a case for thy Captain-ship, a shower will spoyle thee else. Thus much for thee. Your Lordships wondrous witty, very pleasant, beleeue't. No newes yet my Sonne? Syr, there be diuers out in search: No doubt theyl bring the truth where hee is, Or the occasion that ledde him hence. They haue good eyes then. The Gods goe with them: Who be those that wayte there?