Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
All you have named, but making of me sin With you, you may command, but never that; Say what you will, I'll hear you as becomes me, If you speak, I will not follow your counsel, Neither will I tell the world to your disgrace, But give you the just honour That is due from me to my Father's wife. Lord how full of wise formality you are grown Of late: but you were telling me You could have wished that I had married you, If you will swear so yet, I'll make away the King. You are a strumpet. Nay, I care not For all your Railings: They will Batter walls And take in Towns, as soon as trouble me Tell him, I care not, I shall undo you only, which is no matter. I appeal to you still, and for ever, that are And cannot be other, madam I see 'tis in your power To work your will on him: And I desire you To lay what trains you will for my wished death, But suffer him to find his quiet grave In peace; Alas he never did you wrong, And further I beseech you pardon me, For the ill word I gave you, for however You may deserve, it became not me To call you so, but passion urges me I know not whether my heart break now, & ease me ever. Pray you get you hence With your goodly humour, I am weary of you extremely. Trust me, so am I of myself too: madam, I'll take my leave; gods set all right. Amen, Sir get you gone; Am I denied? it does not trouble me That I have moved, but that I am refused: I have lost my patience: I will make him know Lust is not Love, for Lust will find a mate While there are men, and so will I: & more Then one, or twenty: yonder is Timantus, A fellow void of any worth, to raise himself And therefore like to catch at any evil That will but pluck him up, him will I make Mine own: Timantus. madam? Thou knowest well Thou wert, by chance a means of this my raising: Brought the Duke to me, and though 'twere but chase I must reward thee. I shall bend my service unto your Highness. But do it then entirely, and in every thing, and tell me, Couldst thou now think that thing Thou wouldst not do for me? Noc by my soule Maddame. Then thou art right. Go to my Lodging, and I'll follow thee With my instruction I do see already, This prince that did but now contemn me, dead: Yet will I never speak an evil word Unto his Father of him till I have won A belief I love him, but I'll make His virtues his undoing, and my praises Shall be so many swords against his breast, Which once performed, I'll make Urania My Daughter, the king's heir, and plant my Issue, In this large Throne: Nor shall it be withstood, They that begin in Lust, must end in blood.
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All you haue nam'de, but making of me sinne With you, you may commaund, but neuer that; Say what you will, Ile heare you as becomes me, If you speake, I will not follow your counsell, Neither will I tell the world to your disgrace, But giue you the iust honour That is due from me to my Fathers wife. Lord how full of wise formality you are grown Of late: but you were telling mee You could haue wisht that I had marry'd you, If you will sweare so yet, Ile make away the King. You are a strumpet. Nay, I care not For all your Raylings: They will Batter walls And take in Townes, as soone as trouble mee Tell him, I care not, I shall vndoe you only, which is no matter. I appeale to you still, and for euer, that are And cannot be other, Madame I see tis in your power To worke your will on him: And I desire you To lay what traines you will for my wished death, But suffer him to finde his quiet graue In peace; Alas he neuer did you wrong, And further I beseech you pardon mee, For the ill word I gaue you, for how euer You may deserue, it became not mee To call you so, but passion vrges mee I know not whether my heart breake now, & ease mee euer. Pray you get you hence With your goodly humor, I am weary of you extreamly. Trust mee, so am I of my selfe too: Madame, Ile take my leaue; gods set all right. A men, Syr get you gone; Am I denyde? it does not trouble mee That I haue mou'd, but that I am refusde: I haue lost my patience: I will make him know Lust is not Loue, for Lust will finde a mate While there are men, and so will I: & more Then one, or twenty: yonder is Timantus, A fellow voyde of any worth, to raise himselse And therfore like to catch at any euill That will but plucke him vppe, him will I make Mine owne: Timantus. Maddame? Thou knowest well Thou wert, by chance a meanes of this my raising: Brought the Duke to me, and though t'were but chace I must reward thee. I shall bend my seruice vnto your Highnes. But doe it then entirely, and in euery thing, And'tell mee, Couldst thou nowe thinke that thing Thou wouldst not doe for mee? Noc by my soule Maddame. Then thou art right. Goe to my Lodging, and Ile follow thee With my instruction I doe see allready, This prin ce that did but now contemne mee, dead: Yet will I neuer speake an euill word Vnto his Father of him till I haue wonnc A beliefe I loue him, but Ile make His vertues his vndoing, and my praises Shall be so many swords against his brest, Which once performde, Ile make Urania My Daughter, the Kings heyre, aud plant my Issue, In this large Throne: Nor shall it bee withstood, They that begin in Lust, must end in blood.