Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.87 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
What Lady is that Bacurius? One of the Princess women Sir. I feared it: why comes she hither! To speak with the Prince Tigranes. From whom Bacurius? From the Princess Sir. I know I had seen her. His fit begins to take him now again 'tis a strange Fever, and 'twill shake us all Anon I fear; would he were well cured of this raging folly: Give me the wars, where men are mad, and may talk what they list, and held the bravest Fellows; This pelting prattling peace is good for nothing: drink's a virtue to it: I see there's truth in no man, nor obedience, But for his own ends, why did you let her in? It was your own command to bar none from him, Beside the Princess sent her Ring Sir For my warrant. A token to Tigranes, did she not: Sirrah tell truth. I do not use to lie Sir, 'tis no way I eat or live by, and I think This is no token Sir. This combat has undone him: If he had been well beaten, he had been temperate: I shall never see him handsome again, till he have a Horseman's staff poked through his shoulders, or an arm broke with a Bullet. I am trifled with. Sir. I know it, as I know thee to be false. Now the clap comes. You never knew me so Sir, I dare speak it, And durst a worse man tell me though my better. 'tis well said by my Soul. Sirrah you answer as you had no life. That I fear Sir to lose nobly. I say Sir once again You may say Sir what you please. would I might do so. I will Sir, and say openly this woman carries letters, by my life I know she carries letters, this woman does it: Would Bessus were here to take her aside and search her, he would quickly tell you what she carried Sir. I have found it out, this woman carries letters. If this hold 'twill be an ill world for Bawds, Chambermaids, and postboys, I thank God I have none but his letters patents, things of his own inditing. Prince this cunning cannot do it. What Sir, I reach you not. It shall not serve your turn Prince. Serve my turn Sir. I Sir it shall not serve your turn. Be plainer good Sir. This woman shall carry no more letters back to your love Panthaea, by heaven she shall not, I sa she shall not. This would make a Saint swear like a Soldier, and a Soldier like termagant. This beats me more King than the blows you gave me. Take 'em away both, and together let 'em be prisoners, strictly and closely kept, or Sirrah your life shall answer it; and let nobody speak with 'em hereafter. Well I am subject to you, and must endure these passions.
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VVhat Lady is that Bacurius? One of the Princeſſe women Sir. I feard it: why comes ſhee hether! To ſpeake with the Prince Tigranes. From whom Bacurius? From the Princeſſe Sir. I know I had ſeene her. His fit beginnes to take him now againe Tis a ſtrange Feauer, and twill ſhake vs all Anone I feare; would he were well cur'd of this raging folly: Giue me the warres, where men are mad, and may talke what they liſt, and held the braueſt Fellowes; This pelting pratling peace is good for nothing: drinking's a vertue to it: I ſee theres truth in no man, nor obedience, But for his owne ends, why did you let her in? It was your owne command to barre none from him, Beſide the Princeſſe ſent her Ring Sir For my warrant. A token to Tigranes, did ſhe not: Sirra tell truth. I doe not vſe to lye Sir, Tis no way I eate or liue by, and I thinke This is no token Sir. This combat has vndone him: If he had beene well beaten, he had beene temperate: I ſhal neuer ſee him hanſome againe, till he haue a Horſe-mans ſtaffe poak't through his ſhoulders, or an arme broke with a Bullet. I am trifled with. Sir. I know it, as I know thee to be falſe. Now the clap comes. You neuer knew me ſo Sir, I dare ſpeake it, And durſt a worſe man tell me though my better. Tis well ſaid by my Soule. Sirra you anſwere as you had no life. That I feare Sir to looſe nobly. I ſay Sir once againe You may ſay Sir what you pleaſe. would I might doe ſo. I will Sir, and ſay openly this woman carries letters, by my life I know ſhe carries letters, this woman does it: VVould Beſſus were here to take her aſide and ſearch her, he would quickly tell you what ſhe carried Sir. I haue found it out, this woman carries letters. If this hold twill be an ill world for Bauds, Chamber-maids, and poſt-boyes, I thanke God I haue none but his letters pattents, things of his owne inditing. Prince this cunning cannot doe it. VVhat Sir, I reach you not. It ſhall not ſerue your turne Prince. Serue my turne Sir. Sir it ſhall not ſerue your turne. Be plainer good Sir. This woman ſhall carry no more letters backe to your loue Panthaea, by heauen ſhe ſhall not, I ſa ſhe ſhall not. This would make a Saint ſweare like a Souldier, and a Souldier like termogant. This beates me more King then the blowes you gaue me. Take vm away both, and together let vm be priſoners, ſtricktly and cloſely kept, or Sirra your life ſhall anſwere it; and let no bodie ſpeake with vm hereafter. Well I am ſubiect to you, and muſt endure theſe paſſions.