Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 15 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 0.91 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Sir I have asked, and her women swear she is within, but they I think are bawds, I told 'em I must speak with her, they laughed, and said their Lady lay speechless: I said my business was important, they said their Lady was about it: I grew hot, and cried, my business was a matter that concerned life and death, they answered so was sleeping, at which their Lady was: I urged again she had scarce time to be so, since last I saw her, they smiled again, and seemed to instruct me, that sleeping was nothing but lying down and winking, answers more direct, I could not get from them, in short sir, she's not there. 'tis then no time to dally, you a'the guard, wait at the backdoor of the PRINCE's lodging, and see that none pass thence upon your lives: Knock Gentlemen, knock loud, what has your pleasure taken off your hearing: I'll break your meditation, knock again, and louder, not yet, I do not think he sleeps, having such larums by him, once more, Pharamont. What saucy groom knocks at this dead of night, where be our waiters, by my vexed soul he meets his death, that meets me for this boldness. Prince, Prince, you wrong your thoughts, we are your friends, come down. The king? The same sir. Come down sir, we have cause of present counsel with you, If your grace please to use me, i'll attend you to your chamber. No, 'tis too late Prince, i'll make bold with yours. I have certain private reasons to myself sir, Makes me unmannerly, and say you cannot: Nay, press not forward, he must come through my life, That comes here. Sir be resolved, I must come, and will come enter. I will not be dishonoured thus, he that enters, enters upon his death, sir 'tis a sign you make no stranger of me, to bring these runagates to my chamber, at these unseasoned hours. Why, do you chafe yourself: you are not wronged, Nor shallbe: only search your lodging, For some cause to ourself, Enter I say. I so no. Let 'em enter Prince, let 'em enter, I am up, I know their business, 'tis a poor breaking of a Lady's honour, they hunt so hotly after, let 'em enjoy it, you have your business Gentlemen, I lay here, O my Lord the King, this is not noble in you, To make public the weakness of a woman. Come down. I dare my Lord, your whooting and your clamours, your private whispers, and your broad fleerings, can no more vex my soul, than this base carriage: but I have vengeance still in store for some, shall in the most contempt you can have of me, be joy and nourishment. Will you come down? Yes, to laugh at your worst, but I shall wring you, if my skill fail me not.
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Sir I haue askt, and her women sweare she is within, but they I thinke are baudes, I tolde vm I must speake with her, they laught, and said their Lady lay speechlesse: I said my businesse was important, they said their Lady was about it: I grew hot, and cried, my businesse was a matter that concern'd life and death, they answered so was sleeping, at which their Lady was: I vrg'd againe shee had scarce time to bee so, since last I saw her, they smilde againe, and seemde to instruct mee, that sleeping was nothing but lying downe and winking, answers more direct, I could not get from them, in short sir, shee's not there. Tis then no time to dally, you a'the guard, wait at the backdoore of the Princes lodging, and see that none passe thence vpon your liues: Knock Gentlemen, knock lowde, what has your pleasure taken off your hearing: I'le breake your meditation, knock againe, and lowder, not yet, I do not thinke he sleepes, hauing such larumes by him, once more, Pharamont. What sawcy groome knocks at this dead of night, where be our waiters, by my vexed soule he meetes his death, that meetes me for this boldnesse. Prince, Prince, you wrong your thoughts, wee are your friends, come downe. The king? The same sir. Come downe sir, we haue cause of present counsell with you, If your grace please to vse mee, i'le attend you to your chamber. No, tis too late Prince, i'le make bold with yours. I haue certaine priuate reasons to my selfe sir, Makes me vnmannerly, and say you cannot: Nay, prease not forward, he must come through my life, That comes heere. Sir be resolued, I must come, and will come enter. I will not be dishonoured thus, hee that enters, enters vpon his death, sir tis a signe you make no stranger of mee, to bring these runagates to my chamber, at these vnseasoned houres. Why, do you chafe your selfe: you are not wrongd, Nor shalbe: onely search your lodging, For some cause to our selfe, Enter I say. I so no. Let vm enter Prince, let vm enter, I am vp, I know their businesse, tis a poore breaking of a Ladies honour, they hunt so hotly after, let vm enioy it, you haue your businesse Gentlemen, I lay here, O my Lord the King, this is not noble in you, To make publicke the weakenesse of a woman. Come downe. I dare my Lord, your whoting and your clamours, your priuate whispers, and your broad fleerings, can no more vex my soule, then this base carriage: but I haue vengeance still in store for some, shall in the most contempt you can haue ofmee, bee ioy and nourishment. Will you come downe? Yes, to laugh at your worst, but I shall wring you, if my skill faile me not.