Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 18 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 0.79 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
How honourable is this love in you to me, That have deserved more, know my friends, You that were borne to shame your poor Phylaster, With too much courtesy, I could afford to melt myself To thanks, but my designs are not yet ripe sufficient, That ere long I shall employ your loves, But yet the time is short of what I would. The time is fuller than you expect, That which hereafter perhaps be reached by violence, May now be caught, as for the King you know The people long have hated him, but now The Princess whom they loved. Why, what of her? Is loathed as much as he. By what strange means? she's known a whore. Thou liest! My Lord— Thou liest, and thou shalt feel it, I had thought, Thy mind had been of honour, than to rob a Lady Of her good name, is an infectious sin, not to be pardoned, Be it false as hell, 'twill never be redeemed, If it be sown amongst the people, faithful to increase, All evil they shall he are. Let me alone, that I May cut out falsehood where it grows, set hills on hills, Betwixt me and that man that utters this, and I will scale them all, And from the utmost top fall on his neck, like thunder from a cloud. This is most strange, sure he does love her. I do love fair truth, she is my mistress, & who injuries her, draws vengeance from me. Sirs, let go my arms. Nay, good my Lord be patient. Sir, remember this is your honoured friend, that comes to do his service, and will show you why he uttered this. I ask your pardon sir, My zeal to truth makes me unmannerly, Should I have heard dishonour spoke of you, behind your backs, untruly, I had been as much distempered and enraged, as now. But this my Lord, is truth. Oh say not so, Good sir forbear to say so, 'tis then truth that women all are false, urge it no more, 'tis impossible, why should you think the Princess light? Why she was taken at it. 'tis false, by heaven 'tis false, it cannot be, Can it, speak Gentlemen? Can women all be damned? Why then it cannot be. And she was taken with her boy. What boy? A Page, a boy that serves her. Oh good gods, a little boy. ay, know you him my Lord? Hell and sin know him: Sir you are deceived, I'll reason it a little milder with you, If she were lustful, would she take a boy that knows not yet desires, she would have one should meet her thoughts, and know the sin she acts, which is the great delight of wickedness, you are abused, and so is she and I. How, you my Lord? Why all the worlds abused, in an unjust report.
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How honourable is this loue in you to me, That haue deserued more, know my friends, You that were borne to shame your poore Phylaster, With too much courtesie, I could affoord to melt my selfe To thankes, but my designes are not yet ripe sufficient, That ere long I shall imploy your loues, But yet the time is short of what I would. The time is fuller then you expect, That which hereafter perhaps be reacht by violence, May now be caught, as for the King you know The people long haue hated bim, but now The Princesse whom they lou'd. Why, what ofher? Is loathed as much as he. By what strange meanes? Shee's knowne a whore. Thou lyest! My Lord — Thou liest, and thou shalt feele it, I had thought, Thy minde had beene of honour, then to rob a Lady Of her good name, is an infectious sin, not to be pardon'd, Be it false as hell, twill neuer be redeemd, If it be sowne amongst the people, faithfull to increase, All euill they shall he are. Let me alone, that I May cut out falsehood where it growes, set hils on hils, Betwixt me and that man that vtters this, and I will scale them all, And from the vtmost top fall on his necke, like thunder from a clowde. This is most strange, sure he dos loue her. I doe loue faire truth, she is my mistresse, & who iniuries her, drawes vengeance from me. Sirs, let goe my armes. Nay, good my Lord be patient. Sir, remember this is your honor'd friend, that comes to doe his seruice, and will shew you why he vttered this. I aske your pardon sir, My zeale to truth makes me vnmannerly, Should I haue heard dishonour spoke ofyou, behind your backs, vntruely, I had beene as much distempered and inrag'd, as now. But this my Lord, is truth. Oh say not so, Good sir forbeare to say so, tis then truth that women all are false, vrge itno more, tis impossible, why should you thinke the Princesse light? Why she was taken at it. Tis false, by heauen tis false, it cannot be, Can it, speake Gentlemen? Can women all be damn'd? Why then it cannot be. And she was taken with her boy. What boy? A Page, a boy that serues her. Oh good gods, a little boy. I, know you him my Lord? Hell and sin know him: Sir you are deceiu'd, I'le reason it a little milder with you, If she were lustfull, would shee take a boy that knowes not yet desires, shee would haue one should meete her thoughts, and know the sinne sh e acts, which is the great delight of wickednesse, you are abus'd, and so is she and I. How, you my Lord? Why all the worlds abusd, in an vniust report.