Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 4 of 40
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 [May(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.90 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
What you have seen in me to stir offence, I cannot find, unless it be this Lady offered into my arms, with the succession which I must keep: though is hath pleased your sure to mutiny within you, without disputing, your genealogies or taking knowledge whose branch you are, the King will leave it to me, and I dare make it mine: you have your answer. If thou wert sole inheriter to him That made the world his, And couldst see no Sun shine upon any thing but thine, Were Pharamont as truly valiant as I feel him cold, And ringed amongst the choicest of his friends: such As would blush to talk such serious follies, Or back such belied commendations: and from his presence Spit all those brags, you should hear further from me. Sir, you wrong the Prince, I gave you not this freedom, go to, be better tempered. It must be sir, when I am noblier used. ladies, this would have been a pattern of succession, Had he never met this mischief: by my life this is The worthiest: the true name of man this day within My knowledge. I cannot tell what you may call knowledge, but i'm sure tother's the man set in my eye, Oh 'tis a Prince of wax. A dog it is. Phylaster, tell me the injuries you aim at in your riddles. If you had my eyes sir and sufferance, My grief upon you, and my broken fortunes, My wants great, and now nothing hopes and fears, My wrongs would make ill riddles to be laughed at: Dare you be still my King, and right me. Give me your wrongs in private. He dares not stand the shock. I cannot blame him, there's danger in't. Every man in this Age has a soul of Crystal, to read their actions, though men's faces are so far asunder, that they hold no intelligence: but view the stranger well, and you shall see a fever throw all his braveries, and feel him shack like a true truant, if he give not back his Crown again, upon the report of an elder gun: I am no augury. Go to, be more yourself, as you respect our favour, you'll stir us else: sir I must have you know, that you are, and shallbe at our pleasure, what fashion we will put upon you, smooth yourself, over or by the gods I am dead sir, you are my Fate, it was not I said I was wronged, I carry all about me, my weak stars lead me too: all my weak fortunes, who dare in all this presence speak, that is but man of flesh, and may be mortal, tell me, I do not most entirely love this Prince, and honour his full virtues. he's possessed.
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What you haue seene in me to stirre offence, I cannot finde, vnlesse it be this Lady offered into my armes, with the succession which I must keepe: though is hath pleasde your fure to muteny within you, without disputing, your Geneallegies or taking knowledge whose branch you are, the King will leaue it to me, and I dare make it mine: you haue your answere. If thou wert sole inheriter to him That made the world his, And couldst see no Sunne shine vpon any thing but thine, Were Pharamont as truely valiant as I feele him cold, And ringd amongst the choycest ofhis friends: such As would blush to talke such cerious follies, Or backe such belied commendations: and from his presence Spit all those bragges, you should heare further from me. Sir, you wrong the Prince, I gaue you not this freedome, go to, be better temperde. It must be sir, when I am nobliervsde. Ladyes, this would haue bin a patterne of succession, Had he neuer met this mischiefe: by my life this is The worthiest: the true name of man this day within My knowledge. I cannot tell what you may call knowledge, but i'msure tothers the man set in my eye, Oh tis a Prince of wax. A dog it is. Phylaster, tell me the iniuries you aime at in your riddles. If you had my eyes sir and sufferance, My griefe vpon you, and my broken fortunes, My wants great, and now nothing hopes and feares, My wrongs would make ill riddles to be laught at: Dare you be still my King, and right me. Giue me your wrongs in priuat. He dares not stand the shocke. I cannot blame him, theres danger int. Euery man in this Age has a soule of Christall, to read their actions, though mens faces are so farre asunder, that they hold no intelligence: but view the stranger well, and you shall see a feauer throw all his braueries, and feele him shacke like a true truant, if hee giue not backe his Crowne againe, vpon the report of an elder gun: I am no augery. Go to, be more your selfe, as you respect our fauour, youle stirre vs else: sir I must haue you know, that you are, and shalbe at our pleasure, what fashion we will put vpon you, smooth your selfe, ore or by the gods I am dead sir, you are my Fate, it was not I sayde I was wrongd, I carry all about me, my weake starres lead me too: all my weake fortunes, who dare in all this presence speake, that is but man of flesh, and may bee mortall, tell me, I doe not most intirely loue this Prince, and honour his full vertues. Hees possest.