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 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
I have a foolish bill to reckon with 'em, will make some of their hearts ache, and I'll lay it on: now shall I fight, 'twill do you good to see me. Come I'll do something for the Town to talk of when I am rotten: pray God there be enough to kill, that's all. How black the day begins! Can you blame it, and look upon such a deed as shall be done this morning? Does the Prince suffer today? Within this hour they say. Well, they that are most wicked are most safe: 'twill be a strange justice and a lamentable, gods keep us from the too soon feeling of it. I care not if my throat were next: for to live still, and live here, were but to grow fat for the Shambles. Yet we must do it, and thank 'em too, that our lives may be accepted. Faith I'll go starve myself, or grow diseased to shame the hangman; for I am sure he shall be my Herald, and quarter me. I a plague on him, hee's too excellent at annes. Will you go see this sad sight my Lord Agenor? I'll make a mourner. If I could do him any good I would go, The bare sight else will but afflict my spirit, my prayers shall be as near him as your eyes: As you find him settled, remember my love and service to his Grace. We will weep for joy sir, farewell. Farewell to all our happiness, a long farewell. Thou angry power, whether of heaven or hell, That layst this sharp correction on our Kingdom For our offences, infinite and mighty, O hear me, and at length be pleased, be pleased With pity to draw back thy vengeance, Too heavy for our weakness; and accept, (Since it is your discretion, heavenly Wisdoms, To have it so) this sacrifice for all, That now is flying to your happiness, Only for you most fit: let all our sins suffer in him. Gods, what's the matter! I hope 'tis joy. How now my Lords? I'll tell you with that little breath I have; More joy than you dare think, The Prince is safe from Danger. How! 'tis true, and thus it was; His hour was come To lose his life, he ready for the stroke, Nobly, and full of Saintlike patience, Went with his Guard: which when the people saw, Compassion first went out, mingled with tears, That bred desires, and whispers to each other, To do some worthy kindness for the Prince. And ere they understood well how to do, Fury stepped in, and taught them what to do, Thrusting on every hand to rescue him, As a white innocent: then flew the roar Through all the streets, of Save him, save him, save him; And as they cried, they did for catching up Such sudden weapons as their madness show them. In short, they beat the Guard, & took him from 'em, And now march with him like a royal Army.
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I haue a foolish bil to reckon with em, wil make some of their hearts ake, and Ile lay it on: now shall I fight, twill doe you good to see me. Come Ile do something for the Towne to talke of when I am rotten: pray God there bee enough to kill, thats all. How blacke the day begins! Can you blame it, and looke vpon such a deed as shall be done this morning? Does the Prince suffer to day? Within this houre they say. Well, they that are most wicked are most safe: twill be a strange Iustice and a lamentable, gods keepe vs from the too soone feeling of it. I care not if my throat were next: for to liue still, and liue heere, were but to growe fat for the Shambles. Yet we must doe it, and thanke em too, that our liues may be accepted. Faith Ile go starue my selfe, or grow diseas'd to shame the hangman; for I am sure hee shall be my Herald, and quarter me. I a plague on him, hee's too excellent at annes. Will you goe see this sadde sight my Lord Agenor? Ile make a mourner. If I could doe him any good I would goe, The bare sight else will but afflict my spirit, my prayers shall be as neere him as your eyes: As you finde him setled, remember my loue and seruice ro his Grace. We will weepe for ioy sir, farewell. Farewel to all our happinesse, a long farewel. Thou angry power, whether of heauen or hell, That layst this sharpe correction on our Kingdome For our offences, infinite and mighty, O heare me, and at length be pleas'd, be pleas'd With pitty to draw backe thy vengeance, Too heauy for our weaknesse; and accept, (Since it is your discretion, heauenly Wisedomes, To haue it so) this sacrifice for all, That now is flying to your happinesse, Onely for you most fit: let all our sinnes suffer in him. Gods, whats the matter! I hope tis ioy. How now my Lords? Ile tell you with that little breath I haue; More ioy then you dare thinke, The Prince is safe from Danger. How! Tis true, and thus it was; His houre was come To lose his life, he ready for the stroke, Nobly, and full of Saint-like patience, Went with his Guard: which when the people saw, Compassion first went out, mingled with teares, That bred desires, and whispers to each other, To doe some worthy kindnes for the Prince. And ere they vnderstood well how to doe, Fury stept in, and taught them what to doe, Thrusting on euery hand to rescue him, As a white innocent: then flew the rore Through all the streetes, of Saue him, saue him, saue him; And as they cryde, they did for catching vp Such sudden weapons as their madnesse shew them. In short, they beat the Guard, & tooke him from em, And now march with him like a royall Army.