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 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
All thy dissembling will never hide thy shame: And wert not more respecting Womanhood in General, than any thing in thee, thou shouldst Be made such an example, that posterity, When they would speak most bitterly, should say, Thou art as impudent as Bacha was. Sir, though you be my King, whom I will Serve in all just causes: yet when wrongfully You seek to take mine Honour, I will rise Thus and defy you; for it is a jewel Dearer than you can give, which whilst I keep, (Though in this lowly house) I shall esteem myself above the Princes of the earth That are without it. If the Prince your son, Whom you accuse me with, know how to speak Dishonour of me, if he do not do it, The plagues of hell light on him, may he never Govern this Kingdom: here I challenge him Before the face of heaven, my Liege, and these, To speak the worst he can: if he will lie, To lose a woman's fame, I'll say he is Like you (I think I cannot call him worse.) he's dead, that with his life would have defended My reputation, and I forced to play (That which I am) the foolish woman, And use my liberal tongue. Is't possible! we men are children in our Carriages, compared with women: wake thy self For shame, and leave not her whose honour thou Shouldst keep safe as thine own, alone to free herself: But I am priest I know not how, with guilt, And feel my conscience (never used to lie) Loath to allow my tongue to add a lie To that too much I did: but it is lawful To defend her, that only for my love loved evil. Tell me, why did you stay here so long? If I can urge aught from me but a truth, hell Take me. What's the matter, why speak you not? Alas good Sir, forbear To urge the Prince, you see his shamefastness. What does he say Sir? if you be a Prince Show it, and tell the truth. If you have lain with her tell your Father, No doubt he has done as ill before now: The Gentlewoman will be proud on't. For God's sake speak. Have you done prating yet? Who prates? Thou know'st I do not speak to thee Ismenus: But what said you Tima. concerning my shamefastness? Nothing I hope that might displease your Highness. If any of thy great, Great-grandmothers This thousand years, had been as chaste as she, It would have made thee honester. I stayed To hear what you would say: she is by heaven Of the most strict and blameless chastity That ever woman was: (good gods forgive me) Had Tarquin met with her, she had been killed With a Slave by her ere she had agreed: I lie with her! would I might perish then. Our Mothers, whom we all must reverence, Could near exceed her for her chastity, Upon my soul: for by this light she's A most obstinate modest creature.
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All thy dissembling will neuer hide thy shame: And wert not more respecting Woman-hood in Generall, then any thing in thee, thou shouldst Be made such an example, that posteritie, When they wou'd speake most bitterly, should say, Thou art as impudent as Bacha was. Sir, though you be my King, whom I will Serue in all iust causes: yet when wrongfully You seeke to take mine Honour, I will rise Thus and defie you; for it is a Iewell Dearer then you can giue, which whilst I keepe, (Though in this lowly house) I shall esteeme My selfe aboue the Princes of the earth That are without it. If the Prince your sonne, Whom you accuse me with, know how to speake Dishonour of me, if he doe not doe it, The plagues of hell light on him, may he neuer Gouerne this Kingdome: here I chalenge him Before the face of heauen, my Liege, and these, To speake the worst he can: if he will lye, To lose a womans fame, Ile say he is Like you (I thinke I cannot call him worse.) Hee's dead, that with his life would haue defended My reputation, and I forc't to play (That which I am) the foolish woman, And vse my liberall tongue. Is't possible! we men are children in our Carriages, compard with women: wake thy felfe For shame, and leaue not her whose honour thou Shou'dst keepe safe as thine own, alone to free her self: But I am prest I know not how, with guilt, And feele my conscience (neuer vs'd to lye) Loth to allow my tongue to adde a lye To that too much I did: but it is lawfull To defend her, that onely for my loue lou'd euill. Tell me, why did you stay here so long? If I can vrge ought from me but a truth, hell Take me. Whats the matter, why speake you not? Alas good Sir, forbeare To vrge the Prince, you see his shamefastnes. What does he say Sir? if you be a Prince Shew it, and tell the truth. If you haue layne with her tell your Father, No doubt he has done as ill before now: The Gentlewoman will be proud ont. For Gods sake speake. Haue you done prating yet? Who prates? Thou knowst I do not speake to thee Ismenus: But what said you Tima. concerning my shamefastnes? Nothing I hope that might displease your Highnes. If any of thy great, Great-grandmothers This thousand yeeres, had beene as chaste as she, It wou'd haue made thee honester. I stayd To heare what you wou'd say: she is by heauen Of the most strict and blamelesse chastitie That euer woman was: (good gods forgiue me) Had Tarquin met with her, she had beene kild With a Slaue by her ere she had agreed: I lye with her! wou'd I might perish then. Our Mothers, whom we all must reuerence, Could nere exceede her for her chastitie, Vpon my soule: for by this light shee's A most obstinate modest creature.