Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 19 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 0.88 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
O noble sir, your virtues cannot look Into the subtle thoughts of women. In short my Lord, I took them, I myself. Now all the devils thou didst, fly from my rage, Would thou hadst ta'en devils engendering plagues, When thou didst take them: hide thee from mine eyes, Would thou hadst taken daggers in thy breast, When thou didst take them, Or been struck dumb for ever, that this fault might have slept in silence. Have you known him so ill tempered? Never before. The winds that are let loose from the four corners Of the earth, and spreads themself all over sea and land, Meets not a fair on, what friend bears a sword, To run me thorough? Why my Lord, are you so moved at this? When any fall from virtue I am distracted, I have interest in't. But good my Lord recall yourself, and think what's best to be done, I thank you, I will do't, Please you to leave me I'll consider of it, Tomorrow i'll find your lodgings, and give you answer. All the gods direct you the readiest way. I had forgot to ask 'em where he took her, I'll follow him. Oh that I had a sea within my breast, To quench the fire I feel, more circumstances Would but flame this fire: it more afflicts me now, To know by whom the deed is done, then simply, That it is done, and he that tells me this, is honourable, As far from lies, as she is far from truth, O that like beasts we could not grieve ourselves With that we see not, bulls and rams will fight, To keep their females standing in their sight, But take them from them, and you take at once Their spleens away, and they will fall again Unto their pastures, growing fresh and fat, And taste the waters of the springs as sweet as 'twas before. Finding no start in sleep, but miserable man, See, see, you gods he walks still, and the face you let him wear When he was innocent, is still the same, not blush. Is this justice? do you mean to entrap mortality, That you allow treason so smooth a brow: I cannot now think he is guilty. Health to you my Lord: The Princess doth commend her love, her life, and this unto you. O Bellario, now I perceive she loves me, She does show it in loving thee my boy, She has made thee brave. My Lord, she has attired me past wish, Past my desert, more fit for her attendant, But far unfit for me that do attend. Thou art grown Courtly my boy. O let all women that love black deeds, learn to dissemble here, Here, with this paper, she does write to me As if her heart were twines of Adamant To all the world beside, but unto me a maiden snow, That melted with my looks: tell me my boy, How does the Princess use thee?
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O noble sir, your vertues cannot looke Into the subtile thoughts of women. In short my Lord, I too ke them, I my selfe. Now all the diuels thou didst, flie from my rage, Would thou hadst tane diuels ingendring plagues, When thou didst take them: hide thee from mine eyes, Would thou hadst taken daggers in thy breast, When thou didst take them, Or beene stuacke dumbe for euer, that this fault might haue slept in silence. Haue you knowne him so ill temper'd? Neuer before. The winds that are let loose from the foure corners Of the earth, and spreads them selfe all ouer sea and land, Meetes not a fayre on, what friend beares a sword, To runne me thorow? Why my Lord, are you so mooued at this? When any fall from vertue I am distracted, I haue interest in't. But good my Lord recall your selfe, and thinke what's best to be done, I thanke you, I will do't, Please you to leaue me I'le consider of it, To morrow i'le finde your lodgings, and giue you answer. All the gods direct you the readiest way. I had forgot to aske vm where he tooke her, I'le follow him. Oh that I had a sea within my breast, To quench the fire I feele, more circumstances Would but flame this fire: it more afflicts me now, To know by whom the deede is done, then simply, That it is done, and he that tels me this, is honourable, As farre from lies, as she is farre from truth, O that like beasts we could not grieue our selues With that we see not, buls and rammes will fight, To keepe their females standing in their sight, But take them from them, and you take at once Their spleenes away, and they will fall againe Vnto their pastures, growing fresh and fat, And taste the waters ofthe springs as sweete as 'twas before. Finding no start in sleepe, but miserable man, See, see, you gods he walkes still, and the face you let him weare When he was innocent, is still the same, not blush. Is this iustice? do you meane to intrap mortalitie, That you allow treason so smooth a brow: I cannot now thinke he is guilty. Health to you my Lord: The Princesse doth commend her loue, her life, and this vnto you. O Bellario, now I perceiue she loues me, She dos shew it in louing thee my boy, She has made thee braue. My Lord, she has attir'd me past wish, Past my desert, more fit for her attendant, But far vnfit for me that doe attend. Thou art growne Courtly my boy. O let all women that loue black deedes, learne to dissemble here, Heere, with this paper, she dos write to me As if her heart were twines of Adamant To all the world besides, but vnto me a maiden snow, That melted with my lookes: tell me my boy, How dos the Princesse vse thee?