Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
I thank you all: Now are my joys at full, when I behold you safe my loving Subjects; By you I grow, 'tis your united love That lifts me to this height: All the account that I can render you For all the love you have bestowed on me, All your expenses to maintain my war, Is but a little word: you will imagine 'tis slender payment; yet 'tis such a word As is not to be bought without our bloods; 'tis peace. God preserve your Majesty. Now you may live securely in your Towns, Your Children round about you; you may sit Under your vines, and make the miseries Of other Kingdoms a discourse for you, And lend them sorrows: For yourselves you may Safely forget there are such things as tears; And may you all whose good thoughts I have gained, Hold me unworthy, when I think my life A sacrifice too great to keep you thus In such a calm estate: God bless your Majesty. See all good people, I have brought the man, Whose very name you feared, a captive home: Behold him, 'tis Tigranes; in your hearts Sing songs of gladness, and deliverance. Out upon him. How he looks. Hang him, hang him, hang him. These are sweet people. Sir, you do me wrong, To render me a scorned spectacle To common people. It was far from me To mean it so: if I have aught deserved, My loving Subjects let me beg of you Not to revile this Prince, in whom their dwells All worth of which the nature of a man Is capable; valour beyond compare, The terror of his name has stretched itself wherever there is sun: and yet for you, I fought with him single, and won him too; I made his valour stoop, and made that name Soared to so unbelieved a height, to fall Beneath mine: This inspired with all your loves, I did perform, and will for your content Be ever ready for a greater work. The Lord bless your Majesty. So, he has made me amends now, with a speech in commendations of himself: I would not be so vainglorious. If there be any thing in which I may Do good to any creature, here speak out; For I must leave you: and it troubles me, Thus my occasions for the good of you, Are suchas calls me from you; else my joy Would be to spend my days amongst you all. You show your loves in these large multitudes That come to meet me: I will pray for you, Heaven prosper you, that you may know old years, And live to see your Children's Children Fate at your boards with plenty: when there is A want of any thing, let it be known To me, and I will be a Father to you: God keep you all. God bless your Majesty. Come, shall we go, all's done. I for God's sake, I have not made a fire yet:
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I thanke you all: Now are my ioyes at full, vvhen I behold you ſafe my louing Subiects; By you I grow, tis your vnited loue That lifts me to this height: All the account that I can render you For all the loue you haue beſtowed on me, All your expences to maintaine my warre, Is but a little word: you will imagine Tis ſlender payment; yet tis ſuch a word As is not to be bought without our blouds; Tis peace. God preſerue your Maieſtie. Now you may liue ſecurely in your Townes, Your Children round about you; you may ſit Vnder your vines, and make the miſeries Of other Kingdomes a diſcourſe for you, And lend them ſorrowes: For your ſelues you may Safely forget there are ſuch things as teares; And may you all whoſe good thoughts I haue gain'd, Hold me vnworthy, when I thinke my life A ſacrifice too great to keepe you thus In ſuch a calme eſtate: God bleſſe your Maieſtie. See all good people, I haue brought the man, Whoſe very name you fear'd, a captiue home: Behold him, tis Tigranes; in your hearts Sing ſongs of gladneſſe, and deliuerance. Out vpon him. How he looks. Hang him, hang him, hang him. Theſe are ſweete people. Sir, you doe me wrong, To render me a ſcorned ſpectacle To common people. It was farre from me To meane it ſo: if I haue ought deſeru'd, My louing Subiects let me beg of you Not to reuile this Prince, in whom their dwels All worth of which the nature of a man Is capable; valour beyond compare, The terror of his name has ſtretcht it ſelfe Where euer there is ſunne: and yet for you, I fought with him ſingle, and won him too; I made his valour ſtoope, and made that name Soar'd to ſo vnbelieu'd a height, to fall Beneath mine: This inſpir'd with all your loues, I did performe, and will for your content Be euer ready for a greater worke. The Lord bleſſe your Maieſtie. So, hee has made me amends now, with a ſpeech in commendations of himſelfe: I would not be ſo vaine-glorious. If there be any thing in which I may Doe good to any creature, here ſpeake out; For I muſt leaue you: and it troubles me, Thus my occaſions for the good of you, Are ſuchas ca lles me from you; elſe my ioy Would be to ſpend my dayes amongſt you all. You ſhew your loues in theſe large multitudes That come to meete me: I will pray for you, Heauen proſper you, that you may know old yeeres, And liue to ſee your Childrens Children Fate at your boards with plenty: when there is A want of any thing, let it be knowne To me, and I will be a Father to you: God keepe you all. God bleſſe your Maieſtie. Come, ſhall we goe, all's done. I for Gods ſake, I haue not made a fire yet: