Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 7 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 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Never madame you. Why then should you in such a public place, Injury a Princess, and a scandal lay upon my fortunes, found to be so great: calling a great part of my dowry in question. madam, this truth which I shall speak, willbe foolish: but for your fair virtuous self, I could afford myself to have no right to any thing you wished. Phylaster, know I must enjoy these Kingdoms. madam both? Both, or I do, by heaven I die Phylaster, if I not calmly die enjoy them both, I would do much to save that noble life, yet would be loath to have posterity find in our stories, that Phylaster gave his right unto a Sceptre and a Crown, to save a lady's longing. Nay then hear, I must and will have them, and more. What more? Or lose that little life the gods prepared, to trouble this poor piece of earth with all. madam, what more? Turn then away thy face. No. Do. I can endure it: turn away my face, I never saw yet enemy that looked so dreadfully, But that I thought myself as great a basilisk as he, Or speak so horrible, but that I thought my tongue Bore thunder underneath as much as his: Nor beast that I could turn from, shall I then begin, To fear sweet sounds, a woman's tongue, whom I do love, Say you would have my life, why I will give it you, For it is of me a thing so loathed, and unto you that beg, Of so poor use, that I shall make no price, If you intreat, I will unmovedly hear. Yet for my sake a little bend thy looks. I do. Then know I must have them and thee. And me! Thy love, without which, all the land discovered yet, will serve me for no use, but to be buried in. is't possible. With it, it were too little to bestow on thee, now though thy breath strike me dead, which know it may, I have unripped my breast. Madam, you are too full of noble thoughts, to lay a train for this contemned life, which you might have for asking, to suspect were base, where I deserve no ill: love you by all my hopes, I do above my life, but how this passion should proceed from you so violently, would amaze a man that would be jealous. Another soul into my body shot, Could not have filled me with more strength and spirit, Than this thy breath, but spend not hasty time In seeking how I came thus: 'tis the gods that make me so, And sure our love will be the worthier, and the better Blessed, in that the secret justice of the gods Is mingled with it: let us leave, and kiss, lest some Unwelcomed guest should fall betwixt us, And we should part without it. 'twill be ill I should abide here long.
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Neuer madame you. Why then should you in such a publike place, Iniury a Princesse, and a scandall lay vpon my fortunes, found to be so great: calling a great part of my dowry in question. Madame, this truth which I shall speakē, wilbe foolish: but for your faire vertuous selfe, I could affoord my selfe to haue no right to any thing you wisht. Phylaster, know I must inioy these Kingdomes. Madame both? Both, or I do, by heauen I die Phylaster, if I not calmely die inioy them both, I would doe much to saue that noble life, yet would be loth to haue posterity finde in our stories, that Phylaster gaue his right vnto a Scepter and a Crowne, to saue a Ladies longing. Nay then heare, I must and will haue them, and more. What more? Or lose that little life the gods prepar'd, to trouble this poore peece of earth with all. Madame, what more? Turne then away thy face. No. Doe. I can indure it: turne away my face, I neuer saw yet enemy that lookt so dreadfully, But that I thought my selfe as great a bassaliske as he, Or speake so horrible, but that I thought my tongue Bore thunder vnderneath as much as his: Nor beast that I could turne from, shall I then begin, To feare sweete sounds, a womans tongue, whom I do loue, Say you would haue my life, why I will giue it you, For it is of mee a thing so loath'd, and vnto you that beg, Of so poore vse, that I shall make no price, If youintreat, I will vnmouedly heare. Yet for my sake a little bend thy looks. I do. Then know I must haue them and thee. And me! Thy loue, without which, all the land discouerd yet, will serue me for no vse, but to be buried in. I'st possible. With it, it were too little to bestow on thee, now though thy breath strike me dead, which know it may, I haue vnript my breast. Madam, you are too full of noble thoughts, to lay a traine for this contemned life, which you might haue for asking, to suspect were base, where I deserue no ill: loue you by all my hopes, I doe aboue my life, but how this passion should proceed from you so violently, would amaze a man that would be Iealous. Another soule into my body shot, Could not haue fild me with more strength and spirit, Then this thy breath, but spend not hastie time In seeking how I came thus: tis the gods that make me so, And sure our loue will be the worthier, and the better Blest, in that the secret iustice of the gods Is mingled with it: let vs leaue, and kisse, lest some Vnwelcom'd guest should fall betwixt vs, And we should part without it. T'will be ill I should abide here long.