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 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Doc not displease me Syrrha, But that you know tell me, and presently. Since your Grace will have it I'll speak it freely: Always my obedience And Love preserved unto the Prince. Prithee to the matter. For Sir if you consider How like a Sun in all his great employments, How full of heat. Make me understand what I desire. And then at his return Do not anger me. Then thus Sir, All mislike ye, As they would do the gods, if they did dwell with 'em. What? Talk and prate, as their ignorant rages leads 'em, without Allegiance or Religion. For heavens sake have a care of your own person, I cannot tell, their wickedness may lead Farther than I dare think yet. O base people. Yet the prince, for who this is pretended may Persuade 'em, etc. no doubt will, virtue is ever watchful But be you still secured and comforted. Heaven you have I offended, that this rod So heavy and unnatural, should fall upon me When I am old and helpless. Brave Gentl: that such a madding love should follow thee, to rob thee of a Father: All the Court is full of dangerous whispers. I perceive it, and spite of all they, strengths will make my safety: I'll cut him shorter. I'll cut him shorter first, then let him rule. What a foul Age is this, when Virtue is Made a sword to smite the virtuous? Alas, alas! I'll teach him to fly lower. By no means Sir, rather make more your love, And hold your favour to him: for 'tis now Impossible to yoke him, if his thoughts, As I must near believe, run with their rages, He never was so innocent, but what reason His grace has to with draw his love from me And other good men that are neert your person I cannot yet find out: I know my duty Has ever been attending. 'tis too plain: He means to play the villain, I'll prevent him, not a word more of this, be private. madam t's done. He cannot escape me. Have you spoken with the noble men? Yes madam they are here: I wait a further service. Till yet be the prince, you need no more instructions. No I have it. That fool that willingly provokes a woman, Has made himself another evil Angel, And a new Hell, to which all other torments Are but mere pastime: Now my Noble Lords You must excuse me that unmannerly we have broke your private business. Your good grace may command us, & that. Faith my Lord Agenor: 'tis so good a cause I am confident, you cannot lose by it. Which way does she Fish now? The Devil is but a Fool to a right woman. madam we must needs win in doing Service to such a gracious Lady.
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Doc not displease me Syrrha, But that you know tell mee, and presently. Since your Grace will haue it Ile speake it freely: Alwayes my obedience And Loue preseru'd vnto the Prince. Prethee to the matter. For Syr if you consider How like a Sunne in all his great employments, How full of heate. Make me vnderstand what I desire. And then at his returne Doe not anger mee. Then thus Syr, All mislike yee, As they would do the gods, if they did dwell with em. What? Talke and prate, as their ignoant rages leades em, without Allegeance or Religion. For Heauens sake haue a care of your owne person, I cannot tell, theyr wickednes may leade Farther then I dare thinke yet. O base people. Yet the prince, for who this is pretended may Perswadeem, &c no doubt will, vertue is euer watchfull But be you still secur'de and comforted. Heauen you haue I offended, that this rod So heauy and vnnaturall, should fall vpon mee When I am olde and helplesse. Braue Gentl: that such a madding loue shuld sollow thee, to robbe thee of a Father: All the Court is full of dangerous whispers. I perceiue it, and spight of all they, strengths will make my safetie: Ile cut him shorter. Ile cut him shorter first, then let him rule. What a fowle Age is this, when Vertue is Made a sworde to smite the vertuous? Alas, alas! Ile teach him to flye lower. By no means Syr, rather make more your loue, And hold your fauour to him: for tis now Impossible to yoke him, if his thoughts, As I must nere belieue, run with their rages, Hee neuer was so innocent, but what reason His grace has to with draw his loue from mee And other good men that are neert your person I cannot yet finde out: I know my duety Has euer bene attending. Tis too plaine: He meanes to play the villaine, Ile preuent him, not a word more of this, be priuate. Madame ti's done. He cannot escape mee. Haue you spoken with the noble men? Yes Madame they are heere: I waite a further seruice. Till yet be the prince, you neede no more instructions. No I haue it. That foole that willingly prouokes a woman, Has made him selfe another euill Angell, And a newe Hell, to which all other torments Are but meere pastime: Now my Noble Lordes You must excuse mee that vnmannerly Wee haue broke your priuate businesse. Your good grace may command vs, & that. Faith my Lord Agenor: Tis so good a cause I am confident, you cannot loose by it. Which way does shee Fish now? The Diuell is but a Foole to a right woman. Madame wee must needes winne in doing Seruice to such a gratious Ladie.