Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 39 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 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
We will curb 'em, we will curb 'em. I find you will, But if my interest in your loves be such, As the world takes notice of, Let me crave You would deliver Pharamont to my hand, And from me accept this Testimony of my love. Which is but a pittance of those ample thanks, Which shall redound with showered courtesies. Take him to thee brave Prince, and we thy bounty thankfully accept, and will drink thy health, thy perpetual health my Prince, whilst memory lasts amongst us, we are thy Mermidons, my Achilles: we are those will follow thee, and in thy service will scour our rusty morions and our bill-bow-blades, most noble Phylaster, we will: Come my rowtists let's retire till occasion calls us to attend the noble Phylaster. Phylaster, Phylaster, Phylaster. Worthy sir, I owe you a life, For but yourself there's nought could have prevailed. 'tis the least of service that I owe the King, Who was careful to preserve ye. I ever thought the boy was honest. Well, 'tis a brave boy Gentlemen. Yet you'd not believe this. A plague on my forwardness, what a villain was I, to wrong 'em so; a mischief on my muddy brains, was I mad? A little frantic in your rash attempt, but that was your love to Phylaster, sir. A pox on such love, have you any hope my countenance will ere serve me to look on them? O very well Sir. Very ill Sir, uds death, I could beat out my brains, or hang myself in revenge. There would be little gotten by it, e'en keep you as ye are. An excellent boy, Gentlemen believe it, hark the King is coming, No news of his return, Will not this rabble multitude be appeased? I fear their outrage, lest it should extend With dangering of Pharamont's life. See Sir, Phylaster is returned. Royal Sir, Receive into your bosom your desired peace, Those discontented mutineers be appeased, And this sovereign Prince in safety. How happy am I in thee Phylaster? Whose excellent virtues begets a world of love, I am indebted to thee for a Kingdom. I here surrender up all Sovereignty, Reign peacefully with thy espoused Bride, Assume my Son to take what is thy due. How Sir, yer son, what am I then, your Daughter you gave to me. But heaven hath made assignment unto him, And brought your contract to annullity: Sir, your entertainment hath been most fair, Had not your hell-bred lust dried up the spring, From whence flowed forth those favours that you found: I am glad to see you safe, let this suffice, yourself hath crossed yourself. They are married sir. How married? I hope your highness will not use me so, I came not to be disgraced, and return alone. I cannot help it sir.
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We will curb vm, we will curb vm. I finde you will, But if my intrest in your loues be such, As the world takes notice of, Let me craue You would deliuer Pharamont to my hand, And from me accept this Testimonie of my loue. Which is but a pittance of those ample thankes, Which shall redowne with showred courtesies. Take him to thee braue Prince, and we thy bounty thankefully accept, and will drinke thy health, thy perpetuall health my Prince, whilst memory lasts amongst vs, we are thy Mermidons, my Achillis: we are those will follow thee, and in thy seruice will scowre our rusty murins and our bill-bow-blades, most noble Phylaster, we will: Come my rowtists let's retyer till occasion calls vs to attend the nohle Phylaster. Phylaster, Phylaster, Phylaster. Worthy sir, I owe you a life, For but your selfe theres nought could haue preuail'd. Tis the least of seruice that I owe the King, Who was carefull to preserue ye. I euer thought the boy was honest. Well, tis a braue boy Gentlemen. Yet you'ld not beleeue this. A plague on my forwardnesse, what a villaine was I, to wrong vm so; a mischiefe on my muddy braines, was I mad? A little frantick in your rash attempt, but that was your loue to Phylaster, sir. A pox on such loue, haue you any hope my countinance will ere serue me to looke on them? O very well Sir. Very ill Sir, vds death, I could beate out my braines, or hang my selfe in reuenge. There would be little gotten by it, ene keepe you as ye are. An excellent boy, Gentlemen beleeue it, harke the King is comming, No newes of his returne, Will not this rable multitude be appeas'd? I feare their outrage, lest it should extend With dangering of Pharamonts life. See Sir, Phylaster is return'd. Royall Sir, Receiue into your bosome your desired peace, Those discontented mutineares be appeasde, And this fortaigne Prince in safety. How happie am I in thee Phylaster? Whose excellent vertues begets a world of loue, I am indebted to thee for a Kingdome. I here surrender vp all Soueraignetie, Raigne peacefully with thy espoused Bride, Ashume my Son to take what is thy due. How Sir, yer son, what am I then, your Daughter you gaue to me. But heauen hath made asignement vnto him, And brought your contract to anullity: Sir, your entertainment hath beene most faire, Had not your hell-bred lust dride vp the spring, From whence flow'd forth those fauours that you found: I am glad to see you safe, let this suffice, Your selfe hath crost your selfe. They are married sir. How married? I hope your highnesse will not vse me so, I came not to be disgraced, and returne alone. I cannot helpe it sir.