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 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Why wouldst not thou have thy brains beat out for this, to follow thy mother's steps so young? But believe me, she knows none of this. Believe you? why do you think I never had wits? or that I am run out of them? how should it belong to you to know, If I could tell? Why I will tell you: and if I speak false Let the Devil ha' me, Yonder's a bad man, Come from a tyrant to my mother, and what name They ha' for him, good faith I cannot tell. An Ambassador. That's it: but he would carry me away, And have me marry his Master; and I'll day Ere I will ha' him. But what's this to knowing where the Prince is? Yes, for you know all my mother does: Again the Prince is but to ma me great. Pray, I know that too well, what ten? Why I would go to the good marquis my Brother, and put myself into his hands, that so He may preserve himself. O that thou hadst no seed of thy Mother in thee, and couldst mean this now. Why faith I do, would I might near stir more if I do not. I shall prove a ridiculous fool, I'll be damned else: hang me if I do not half believe thee. By my troth you may. By my troth I do: I know I'm an Ass for't, But I cannot help it. And won you tell me then? Yes faith will I, or any thing else i'th' world, for I think thou art as good a creature as ever was borne. But ail go in'is ladst reparel: But you must help me to Silver. Help thee: why the Pox take him that will not help thee to any thing i'th' world; I'll help thee to Money, and I'll do't presently to, and yet soul, If you should play the scurvy Harlotry little pocky baggage now and cozen me, what then? Why, an I do, would I might near see day again. Nay by this light I do not think thou wilt: I'll presently provide thee money and a letter. ay but I'll near deliver it. When I have found my Brother, I will beg To serve him; but he shall never know who I am; For he must hate me then for my bad mother: I'll say I am a country Lad that want a service, And have strayed on him by chance, lest he discover me; I know I must not live long, but that taime I ha' to spend, shall be in serving him. And though my Mother seek to take his life away, In ai day my brother shall be taught that I was Ever good, though she were nought. Run away, the devil be her guide. Faith she's gone: there's a Letter I found it in her pocket, would I were with her, she's a handsome Lady, a plague upon my bashfulness, I had bobbed her long ago else.
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Why wouldst not thou haue thy braines beat out for this, to follow thy mothers steps so young? But beleeue me, she knowes none of this. Beleeue you? why do you thinke I neuer had wits? or that I am runne out of them? how should it belong to you to know, If I could tell? Why I will tell you: and if I speake false Let the Diuell ha me, Yonders a bad man, Come from a Tayrant to my mother, and what name They ha for him, good faith I cannot tell. An Embassador. Thats it: but he would carry me away, And haue me marry his Master; and Ile day Ere I will ha him. But whats this to knowing where the Prince is? Yes, for you know all my mother does: Agen the Prince is but to ma me great. Pray, I know that too well, what ten? Why I would goe to the good Marquesse my Brother, and put my selfe into his hands, that so He may preserue himselfe. O that thou hadst no seede of thy Mother in thee, and couldst meane this now. Why feth I do, wou'd I might nere stirre more if I doe not. I shall proue a ridiculous foole, Ile be damnd else: hang me if I doe not halfe beleeue thee. By my troth you may. By my troth I doe: I know Ime an Asse fort, But I cannot helpe it. And won you tell me then? Yes faith will I, or any thing else ith world, for I think thou art as good a creature as euer was borne. But aile goe i'this ladst reparrell: But you mun helpe me to Siluer. Helpe thee: why the Poxe take him that will not helpe thee to any thing ith world; Ile helpe thee to Mony, and Ile doe't presently to, and yet soule, If you should play the scuruie Harlotrie little pockie baggage now and couzen mee, what then? Why, an I do, woud I might nere see day agen. Nay by this light I do not thinke thou wilt: Ile presently prouide thee mony and a letter. I but Ile nere deliuer it. When I haue found my Brother, I will begge To serue him; but he shall neuer kno who I am; For he must hate me then for my badde mother: Ile say I am a countrey Lad that want a seruice, And haue streid on him by chance, lest he discouer me; I know I must not liue long, but that taime I ha to spend, shall be in seruing him. And though my Mother seeke to take his life away, In ai day my brother shall be taught that I was Euer good, though she were naught. Runne away, the diuell be her guide. Faith shees gone: theres a Letter I found it in her pocket, would I were with her, shees a hansome Lady, a plague vpon my bashfulnes, I had bobd her longagoe else.