Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 27 of 40
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 [May(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Now by the gods this is unkindly done, to vex me With thy sight, thou art fall'n again to thy dissembling trade, How shouldst thou think to cozen me again, Remains there yet a plague untried for me. even so Thou slepst, and look'st, and spok'st, when I first took thee, Curse on the time. If thy commanding tears can work On any other, use thy art, I'll not betray it, which way Wilt thou take, that I may shun thee, for thine eyes are Poison to mine, and I am loath to grow in rage: This way or that way? Any will serve, but I will choose to have That path in chase, that leads unto my grave. This is the strangest sudden chance, you Woodman. My Lord Leon— Saw you a Lady come this way, on a sable horse, star-dyed with stars of white? Was she not young and tall? Yes, rode she to the wood, or to the plain? Faith my Lord, we saw none. Pox of your questions then: What, is she found? Nor will be, I think. Let him seek his daughter himself, she cannot stray About a little necessary natural business: But the whole Court must be in arms, When she has done, we shall have peace. There's already a thousand fatherless tales amongst us, Some say, her horse run away with her; some, a wolf pursued her; Others, 'twas a plot to kill her, and that armed men were seen In the wood: but questionless, she rode away willingly. Where is she? Sir, I cannot tell. how's that? answer me so again. Sir, shall I lie? Yes, lie, and dam, rather than tell me that: I say again, where is she? mutter not, Sir, speak you, where is she? Sir, I do not know. Speak that again so boldly, and by heaven it is thy last. You fellows, answer me, where is she? mark me all, I am your king, I wish to see my daughter, show her me, I do command you all, as you are subjects, to show her me: what, am I not your king, if I, why then, am I not to be obeyed? Yes, if you command things possible, and honest. Things possible, and honest, hear me then, thou traitor, that dar'st confine thy king, to possible and honest, things show her me, or let me perish, if I cover not all Sicily with blood. Faith I cannot, unless you'll tell me where she is. You have betrayed me, you have let me lose the jewel of my life, go bring her me, and set her here before me, 'tis the king will have it so, whose breath can still the winds, uncloud the Sun, charm down the swelling sea, and stop the Floods of heaven: speak, can it not? No. No, cannot the breath of a king do this? No more smell sweet itself, if once the lungs be but corrupted. Take you heed?
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Now by the gods this is vnkindly done, to vex me With thy sight, thou art falne againe to thy dissembling trade, How shouldst thou thinke to cosen me againe, Remaines there yet a plague vntride for me. Euen so Thou wepst, and lookst, and spokst, when I first tooke thee, Curse on the time. Ifthy commanding teares can worke On any other, vse thy art, I'le not betray it, which way Wilt thou take, that I may shun thee, for thine eyes are Poyson to mine, and I am loth to grow in rage: This way or that way? Any will serue, but I will chuse to haue That path in chase, that leades vnto my graue. This is the strangest sodaine chance, you Wood-man. My Lord Leon — Saw you a Lady come this way, on a sable horse, starredyed with stars of white? Was she not young and tall? Yes, rode she to the wood, or to the plaine? Faith my Lord, we saw none. Pox ofyour questions then: What, is she found? Nor will be, I thinke. Let him seeke his daughter himselfe, she cannot stray About a little necessary naturall businesse: But the whole Court must be in armes, When she has done, we shall haue peace. There's already a thousand fatherlesle tales amongst vs, Some say, her horse run away with her; some, a wolfe pursu'd her; Others, twas a plot to kill her, and that armed men were seene In the wood: but questionlesse, she rode away willingly. Where is she? Sir, I cannot tell. Howe's that? answere me so againe. Sir, shall I lie? Yes, lie, and dam, rather then tell me that: I say againe, where is she? mutter not, Sir, speake you, where is she? Sir, I doe not know. Speake that againe so boldly, and by heauen it is thy last. You fellowes, answere me, where is shee? marke mee all, I am your king, I wish to see my daughter, shew her mee, I doe command you all, as you are subiects, to shew her mee: what, am I not your king, if I, why then, am I not to be obay'd? Yes, if you command things possible, and honest. Things possible, and honest, heare mee then, thou traytor, that darst confine thy king, to possible and honest, thingsshew her me, or let me perish, if I couer not all Cycele with blood. Faith I cannot, vnlesse you'le tell me where she is. You haue betrayed me, you haue let me loose the Iewell of my life, goe bring her mee, and set her here before mee, tis the king will haue it so, whose breath can still the winds, vnclowd the Sun, charme downe the swelling sea, and stoppe the Flouds of heauen: speake, can it not? No. No, cannot the breath of a king do this? No more smell sweete it selfe, if once the lungs bee but corrupted. Take you heed?