Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
I durst not speak else Sir. Leucippus thou art shot through with a shaft That will not rankle long, yet sharp enough To sow a world of helpless misery In this happy Kingdom, dost thou think Because thou art a prince, to make a part Against my power, but it is all the fault Of thy old Father, who believes his Age Is cold enough to quench my burning Darts, But he shall know ere long, that my smart lose, Can thaw Ice, and inflame the withered heart, Of Nestor, thou thyself art lightly stroke, But his mad love, shall publish that the rage Of Cupid, has the power to conquer Age. Why, what's the matter? Have you got the spoil You thirsted for. O tyranny of men! Lenc. I pray thee leave. Your envy is Heaven knows, Beyond the reach of all our feeble Sex: What pain alas could it have been to you, If I had kept mine honour? you might still Have been a prince, and still this countries Heir, That innocent Guard, which I till now had kept, For my defence, my virtue, did it seem So dangerous in a State, that yourself came to suppress it. Dry thine eyes again, I'll kiss thy tears away, This is but folly, 'tis past all help. Now you have won the treasure, 'tis my request that you would leave me thus: And never see these empty walls again, I know you will do so, and well you may: For there is nothing in 'em that's worth A glance, I loathe myself, and am become Another woman; One methinks with whom I want acquaintance. If I do offend thee; I can be gone, And though I love thy sight, so highly do I prize thine own content, that I will leave thee. Nay, you may stay now; You should have gone before: I know not now Why I should fear you: All I should have kept. Is stolen: Nor is it in the power of man To rob me farther: if you can invent Spare not; No naked man fears robbing less Than you do: now you may for ever stay. Why, I could do thee farther wrong. You have a deeper reach in evil than I: 'tis past my thought. And past my will to act: but trust me I could do it. Good Sir do, that I may know there is a Wrong beyond what you have done me. I could tell the world what thou hast done. Yes you may tell the world And do you think I am so vain to hope You will not: you can tell the world but this, That I am a widow, full of tears in show, My Husband dead: And one that loved me so Hardly, a week forgot my modesty, And caught with youth and greatness, Gave myself to live in sin with you: This you may tell: And this I do deserve.
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I durst not speake else Syr. Leucippus thou art shot through with a shaft That will not rankle long, yet sharpe enough To sowe a world of helpelesse miserie In this happie Kingdome, doest thou thinke Because thou art a prince, to make a part Against my power, but it is all the fault Of thy old Father, who belieues his Age Is colde enough to quench my burning Darts, But hee shall know ere long, that my smart loose, Can thawe Ice, and inflame the witherd hart, Of Nestor, thou thy selfe art lightly stroke, But his madde loue, shall publish that the rage Of Cupid, has the power to conquer Age. Why, whats the matter? Haue you got the spoyle You thirsted for. O tyrannie of men! Lenc. I pray thee leaue. Your enuie is Heauen knowes, Beyond the reach of all our feeble Sexe: What paine alas could it haue bene to you, If I had kept mine honour? you might still Haue bene a prince, and still this Countreyes Heyre, That innocent Guard, which I till now had kept, For my defence, my vertue, did it seeme So dangerous in a State, that your selfe came to suppresse it. Drie thine eyes again, Ile kisse thy teares away, This is but follic, tis past all helpe. Now you haue wonne the treasure, Tis my request that you would leaue mee thus: And neuer see these empty walles againe, I know you will doe so, and well you may: For there is nothing in em thats worth A glaunce, I loath my selfe, and am become Another woman; One me thinkes with whome I want acquaintance. If I doe offend thee; I can be gone, And though I loue thy sight, so highly do I prize thine owne content, that I will leaue thee. Nay, you may stay now; You should haue gone before: I know not now Why I should feare you: All I should haue kept. Is stolne: Nor is it in the power of man To robbe me farther: if you can inuent Spare not; No naked man feares robbing lesse Then you doe: now you may for euer stay. Why, I could doe thee farther wrong. You haue a deeper reach in euill then I: Tis past my thought. And past my will to act: but trust mee I could doe it. Good Syr doe, that I may knowe there is a Wrong beyond what you haue done mee. I could tell the world what thou hast done. Yes you may tell the world And doe you thinke I am so vaine to hope You will not: you can tell the world but this, That I am a widdow, full of teares in shewe, My Husband dead: And one that lou'd mee so Hardly, a weeke forgot my modestie, And caught with youth and greatnesse, Gaue my selfe to liue in sinne with you: This you may tell: And this I doe deserue.