Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 5 of 40
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 [May(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Yes, with my father's spirit is here O king, a dangerous spirit, and now he tells me king, I was a king's Heir, bids me be a king, and whispers to me, these are all my subjects, 'tis strange he will not let me sleep: but diues into my fancy, and there gives me shapes that kneel and do me service, cry me king, but i'll suppress him, heas a factious spirit and will undo me: Noble sir your hand, I am your servant. Away I do not like this, I'll make you tamer, or i'll dispossess you both of your life & spirit: for this time I pardon your wild speech, without so much as imprisonment. I thank you sir, you dare not for the people. Ladies what think you now of this brave fellow. A pretty talking fellow hot at hand: but eye you stranger, is he not a fine complete Gentleman? O these strangers, I do affect them strangely, they do the rarest home things, and please the fullest, as I live I could love all their Nation over and over for his sake. God's comfort, your poor head-piece 'tis a weak one, and has need of an nightcap. See how his fancy labours, has he not spoke home and bravely, what a dangerous train did he give fire to, how he shook the King, made his soul melt within him, and his blood run into whay: it stood upon his brow like a cold winter dew. Gentlemen, you have no suit to me, I am no minion, you stand methinks, like men that would be Courtiers, if you could well be flattered at a price not to undo your Children, you are all honest, go get you home again, and make your Country a virtuous Court, to which your great ones may, in their diseased age, retire live recluses. How do your worth sir. Well, very well, and so well, that if the King please, I may live many years. Sir, the King must please: Whilst we know who you are, and what you are, your wrongs and virtues shrink not worthy sir: but call your father to you, in whose name we'll waken all the gods, and conjure up the rods of vengeance, the abused people, who like raging torrents shall swell high: and so begird the dens of these Male-dragons, that through the strongest safety they shall beg for mercy at your sword's point. Friend no more, our ears may be corrupted, 'tis an Age we dare not trust our wills to, do you love me? Do we love heaven and honour? My Lord Lion you had a virtuous Gentlewoman called you father, is she yet alive. Most honoured sir she is, and for a penance but of an idle dream, has undertaken a tedious pilgrimage. is't to me, or to any of these Gentlemen you come. To you, brave Lord, the Princess would entreat your present company. The Princess send for me, you are mistaken,
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Yes, with my fathers spirit is heare O king, a dangerous spirit, and now he tels me king, I was a kings Heire, bids me be a king, and whispers to me, these are all my subiects, tis strange he will not let me sleepe: but diues into my fancy, and there giues me shapes that kneele and doe me seruice, crie me king, but i'le suppresse him, heas a factious spirit and will vndoe me: Noble sir your hand, I am your seruant. Away I doe not like this, I'le make you tamer, or i'le dispossesse you both of your life & spirit: for this time I pardon your wild speech, without so much as imprisonment. I thanke you sir, you dare not for the people. Ladies what thinke you now of this braue fellow. A pretie talking fellow hot at hand: but eye you stranger, is hee not a fine compleat Gentleman? O these strangers, I doe affect them strangely, they doe the rarest home things, and please the fullest, as I liue I could loue all their Nation ouer and ouer for his sake. Gods comfort, your poore head-peece tis a weake one, and has need of an night-cap. See how his fancy labours, has hee not spoke home and brauely, what a dangerous traine did he giue fire to, how hee shoke the King, made his soule melt within him, and his bloud runne into whay: it stood vpon his brow like a cold winter dew. Gentlemen, you haue no sute to mee, I am no mynion, you stand mee thinkes, like men that would bee Courtiers, if you could well be flattered at a price not to vndo your Children, you are al honest, goe get you home againe, and make your Countrey a vertuous Court, to which your great ones may, in their diseased age, retire liue recluses. How doe your worth sir. Well, very well, and so well, that if the King please, I may liue many yeares. Sir, the King must please: Whilst we know who you are, and what you are, your wrongs and vertues shrinke not worthy sir: but call your father to you, in whose name we'le waken all the gods, and coniure vp the rods of vengance, the abused people, who like raging torants shall swell hie: and so begirt the dens of these Male-dragons, that through the strongest safety they shall beg for mercy at your swords point. Friend no more, our eares may be corrupted, tis an Age we dare not trust our wils to, doe you loue me? Doe we loue heauen and honour? My Lord Lyon you had a vertuous Gentlewoman cald you father, is she yet aliue. Most honourd sir shee is, and for a penance but of an idle dreame, has vndertooke a tedious pilgrimage. I'st to me, or to any of these Gentlemen you come. To you, braue Lord, the Princesse would intreate your present company. The Princesse send for me, you are mistaken,