Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 17 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 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Do so, and i'll forget your— here's a male spirit fit for Hercules. if ever there be nine worthy of women, this wench shall ride aside and be their Captain. Sure she has a Garrison of devils in her tongue, She uttered such balls of wild fire, she has so nettled the King, That all the Doctors in the Country will not cure him, That boy was a strange found out antidote to cure her infections; That boy, that Princess boy, that chaste, brave, virtuous lady's boy, and a fair boy, a well-spoken boy, All these considered can make nothing else, But there I leave ye Gentlemen. Nay, we'll go wander with you. And doubtless 'tis true. I and 'tis the gods That raised this punishment to scourge the King With his own issue, is it not a shame for all us, That write noble in the Land for us, that should be freemen, To behold a man that is the bravery of his age, Phylaster: pressed down from his royal right, By this regardless King, and only look and see the Sceptre Ready to be cast into the hands of that lascivious Lady, That lives in lust with a smooth boy, Now to be married to you strange thing, Who but that people please to let him be a Prince, Is borne a slave, in that which should be his most noble part, His mind. That man that would not stir with you to aid Phylaster, Let the gods forget that such a Creature Walks upon the earth. The gentry do await it, and the people against their nature, are all for him, and like a field if standing corn, moved with a stiff gale: their heads bow all one way, The only cause that draweth Phylaster back, From this attempt, is the fair Princess love, Which he admires, and we can now comfort. Perhaps he'll not believe. Why Gentlemen, 'tis without question so. I 'tis past speech she lives dishonestly, But how shall we: if he be curious, work on his belief. We all are satisfied within ourselves. Since it is true, and Lords to his own good, I'll make this new report to be my knowledge, I'll say I know it, i'll swear I saw it, It will be best. 'twill move him. Here he comes. Good morrow to your honour: We have spent some time in seeking you. My worthy friends, you that can keep your memories, to know your friend in miseries, and cannot frame on men disgrace for virtue, a good day attend you all, what service may I do worthy your acceptation. My Lord, we come to urge that virtue which we know lives in your breast: forth, rise, make a head, the nobles and the people are all dull with this usurping king, and not a man that ever heard the word, knows such a thing as virtue, but will second your attempts,
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Do so, and i'le forget your — Heere's a male spirit fit for Hercules. if euer there be nine worthy of women, this wench shall ride aside and be their Captaine. Sure she has a Garison of diuels in her tongue, She vttered such bals of wild fire, she has so netled the King, That all the Doctors in the Countrey will not cure him, That boy was a strange found out antidote to cure her infections; That boy, that Princesse boy, that chast, braue, vertuous Ladies boy, and a faire boy, a wel-spoken boy, All these considered can make nothing else, But there I leaue yee Gentlemen. Nay, wee'le go wander with you. And doubtlesse tis true. I and tis the gods That raisd this punishment to scourge the King With his owne yssue, is it not a shame for all vs, That write noble in the Land for vs, that should be freemen, To behold a man that is the brauery ofhis age, Phylaster: prest downe from his royall right, By this regardlesse King, and onely looke and see the Scepter Ready to be cast into the hands of that laciuious Lady, That liues in lust with a smooth boy, Now to be married to you strange thing, Who but that people please to let him be a Prince, Is borne a slaue, in that which should be his most noble part, His mind. That man that would not stir with you to aide Phylaster, Let the gods forget that such a Creature Walkes vpon the earth. The gentry do awaite it, and the people against their nature, are all for him, and like a field if standing corne, moued with a stiffe gale: their heads bow al one way, The onely cause that draweth Phylaster backe, From this attempt, is the faire Princesse loue, Which he admires, and we can now comfort. Perhaps hee'le not bileeue. Why Gentlemen, tis without question so. I tis past speech she liues dishonestly, But how shall we: if he be curious, worke on his beleefe. We all are satisfied within our selues. Since it is true, and Lords to his owne good, I'le make this new report to be my knowledge, I'le say I know it, i'le sweare I saw it, It will be best. Twill moue him. Here he comes. Good morrow to your honor: We haue spent some time in seeking you. My worthy friends, you that can keepe your memories, to know your friend in miseries, and cannot frame on men disgrace for vertue, a good day attend you all, what seruice may I doe worthy your acceptation. My Lord, wee come to vrge that vertue which wee know liues in your breast: forth, rise, make a head, the nobles and the people are all dull with this vsurping king, and not a man that euer heard the word, knowes such a thing as vertue, but will second your attempts,