Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 10 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 · 527 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Sir, if I have made a fault of ignorance, Instruct my youth, I shall be willing: if not apt to learn, Age and experience will adorn my mind with larger Knowledge, and if I have done a wilful fault Think me not past all hope: for once What master holds so strict a hand over his boy, That he will part with him without one warning, Let me be corrected, to break my stubbornness, If it be so, rather than turn me off, And I shall mend. Thy love does plead so prettily to stay, That trust me I could weep to part with thee: Alas, I do not turn thee off: thou know'st it is my business That does call thee hence, and when thou art with her, Thou dwell with me, think so, and 'tis so, and when time is full That thou hast well discharged this heavy trust, Laid on so weak a one: I will again with joy, Receive thee, as I live I will, nay, weep Not, gentle boy, 'tis more than time thou didst attend the Princess. I am gone, but since I am to part with you my Lord, and none knows whether I shall live to do more service for you, take this little prayer: Heaven bless your loves, your sighs, all your designs, may sick men if they have your wish, be well, and heavens hate those you curse, though I be one. The love of boys unto their Lords is strange, I have read wonders of it: yet this boy for my sake, if a man may judge by looks and speech, would out do story. I must see a day to pay him for his loyalty. Why should these Ladies stay so long, they must Come this way, I know the Queen employs 'em not, For the reverend mother sent me word, They would all be for the garden: if they should all Prove honest now, I were in a fair taking: I was never so long without sport before in my life, And in my conscience 'tis not my fault. Oh for our country Ladies, here's one bolted, I'll hound at her. madam. Your grace. Shall I not be a trouble? Not to me sir. Nay, nay, you're too quick by this sweet hand. You'll be forsworn sir, 'tis an old glove, if you will talk at distance I am for you, but good Prince be not bawdy, nor do not brag, those two I only bar, and then I think I shall have sense enough to answer all the weighty Apothegms your royal blood shall manage. Dear Lady, can you love? Dear Prince, how dear? I ne'er cost you a Couch yet, nor put you to the dear repentance of a play and a banquet, here's no Scarlet sir, to make you blush, this is my own hair, and this face has been so far from being dear to any, that it ne'er cost a penny painting, and for the rest of my poor wardrobe such as you see, it leaves no hand behind it, to make the jealous silkman's wife curse our doing.
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Sir, if I haue made a fault ofignorance, Instruct my youth, I shall be willing: if not apt to learne, Age and experience will adorne my mind with larger Knowledge, and if I haue done a wilfull fault Thinke me not past all hope: for once What maister holds so strickt a hand ouer his boy, That he will part with him without one warning, Let me be corrected, to breake my stubbornenesse, If it be so, rather then turne me off, And I shall mend. Thy loue dos plead so prettily to stay, That trust me I could weepe to part with thee: Alas, I do not turne thee off: thou knowst it is my businesse That dos call thee hence, and when thou art with her, Thou dwest with me, thinke so, and tis so, and when time is full That thou hast well dischargd this heauy trust, Layd on so weake a one: I will againe with ioy, Receiue thee, as I liue I will, nay, weepe Not, gentle boy, tis more then time thou didst attend the Princesse. I am gone, but since I am to part with you my Lord, and none knowes whether I shall liue to doe more seruice for you, take this little prayer: Heauen blesse your loues, your sighes, all your designes, may sick men if they haue your wish, be well, and heauens hate those you curse, though I be one. The loue of boyes vnto their Lords is strange, I haue read wonders ofit: yet this boy for my sake, if a man may iudge by looks and speech, would out doe story. I must see a day to pay him for his loyaltie. Why should these Ladies stay so long, they must Come this way, I know the Queene imployes vm not, For the reuerend mother sent me word, They would all be for the garden: if they should all Proue honest now, I were in a faire taking: I was neuer so long without sport before in my life, And in my conscience tis not my fault. Oh for our countrey Ladies, here's one boulted, I'le hound at her. Madame. Your grace. Shall I not be a trouble? Not to me sir. Nay, nay, y'are too quicke by this sweete hand. You'le bee forsworne sir, tis an olde gloue, if you will talke at distance I am for you, but good Prince be not baudy, nor doe not brag, those two I onely barre, and then I thinke I shall haue sence enough to answer all the waighty Apothegmes your royall bloud shal manage. Deare Lady, can you loue? Deare Prince, how deare? I ne're cost you a Couch yet, nor put you to the deare repentance of a play and a banquet, here's no Scarlet sir, to make you blush, this is my owne hayre, and this face has bin so farre from being deare to any, that it ne're cost a peny painting, and for the rest ofmy poore wardrop such as you see, it leaues no hand behind it, to make the iealous silke-mans wife curse our doing.