Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.80 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
'a would have lived upon the comfort of him, fed on his growing hopes. This touches me. I know no friends, nor being, but his virtues. You have laid out words enough upon a subject. But words cannot express him sir: why what a shape Heaven has conceived him in, oh Nature made him up! I wonder Duchess. So you must: for less than admiration loses this godlike man. Have you done with him? Done with? o good gods what frailties this pass by us without reverence! I see no such perfection. O dear Sir: you are a father, and those i oyes To you speak in your heart, not in your tongue. This leaves a taste behind it worse than physic. Then for all his wisdom, valour, Good Fortune, and all those Friends of honour, They are in him as free and natural as passions In a Woman. You make me blush at all these years To see how blindly you have flung your praises Upon a Boy, a very child, and worthless, Whilst I live of these Honours. I would not have my love Sir: Make my tongue Show me so much a woman: as to praise Or dispraise, where my will is, without reason Or general allowance of the people. Allowance of the people, what allow they All, I have seed for truth, and they must do it, And dote upon him: love him, and admire him. how's that? For in this youth and noble frowardness All things are bound together that are kingly A fitness to bear rule No more And sovereignty, not made to know command I have said no more. I have done Sir though unwilling, and pardon me. I do, not a word more I have given thee poison Of more infection than the dragon's tooth Or the gross Air over heated. Timantus when saw you the prince? I left him now Sir. Tell me truly, out of your free opinion without courting, How you like him: How I like him? Yes, for you in conversation may see more than a Father. It works. Your grace has chosen out an ill observer. Yes I mean of his Ill: you take rightly. But you take me wrong: All I know by him I dare deliver boldly: He is the storehouse And head of virtue: your great self excepted That feeds the Kingdom. These are flatteries: speak me his vices there you do a service worth a Father's thanks. Sir, I cannot, If there be any, sure they are the times which I could wish less dangerous. But pardon me, I am too bold. You are not, forward and open what these dangers are. Nay, good Sir. Nay fall not off again, I will have all. Alas Sir, what am I, you should believe My eyes or ears, so subtle to observe Faults in a State, all my main business Is service to your Grace, and necessaries For my poor life.
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A would haue liu'd vpon the comfort of him, fed on his growing hopes. This touches me. I know no friends, nor being, but his vertues. You haue layd out words inough vpō a subiect. But words cannot expresse him sir: why what a shape Heauen has conceiu'd him in, oh Nature made him vp! I wonder Dutches. So you must: for lesse then admiration loses this god-like man. Haue you done with him? Done with? ô good gods what frailties this passe by vs without reuerence! I see no such perfection. O deere Syr: you are a father, and those i oyes To you speake in your heart, not in your tongue. This leaues a tast behind it worse then physick. Then for all his wisedome, valour, Good Fortune, and all those Friends of honour, They are in him as free and naturall as passions In a Woman. You make me blush at all these yeares To see how blindely you haue flung your praises Vpon a Boye, a very childe, and worthlesse, Whilst I liue of these Honours. I would not haue my loue Syr: Make my toung Show me so much a woman: as to praise Or dispraise, where my will is, without reason Or generall allowance of the people. Allowance of the people, what allow they Al, I haue seed for truth, and they must doe it, And dote vpon him: loue him, and admire him. Howes that? For in this youth and noble frowardnes All things are bound together that are kingly A fitnesse to beare rule No more And soueraintie, not made to know command I haue sed no more. I haue done Syr though vnwilling, and pardon me. I doe, not a word more I haue gin thee poyson Of more infection then the Dragons tooth Or the grosse Ayre ore heated. Timantus when saw you the prince? I left him now Syr. Tell me truely, out of your free opinion without courting, How you like him: How I like him? Yes, for you in conuersation may see more then a Father. It workes. Your grace has chosen out an ill obseruer. Yes I meane of his Ill: you take rightly. But you take me wrong: All I know by him I dare deliuer boldly: He is the store-house And head of vertue: your great selfe excepted That feeds the Kingdome. These are flatteries: speake me his vices there you doe a seruice worth a Fathers thankes. Syr, I cannot, If there bee any, sure they are the times which I could wish lesse dangerous. But pardon me, I am too bolde. You are not, forward and open what these dangers are. Nay, good Syr. Nay fall not off againe, I will haue all. Alas Syr, what am I, you should belieue My eyes or eares, so suttle to obserue Faults in a State, all my maine busines Is seruice to your Grace, and necessaries For my poore life.