Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 40 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 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
To return alone, you need not sir, Here is one will bear you company, You know this lady's proof, if you Failed not in the say taging. I hold your scoffs in vildest base contempt, Or is there said or done, ought I repent, But can retort even to your grinning teeths, Your worst of spites, though Princess lofty steps May not be tract, yet may they tread a wry, That boy there— If to me ye speak Lady, I must tell you, you have lost yourself In your too much forwardness, and hath forgot Both modesty and truth, with what impudence You have thrown most damnable aspersions On that noble Princess and myself: witness the world; Behold me sir. I should know this face; my daughter. The same sir. How, our sometime Page, Bellario, turned woman? madam, the cause induced me to transform myself, Proceeded from a respective modest Affection I bore to my my Lord, The Prince Phylaster, to do him service, As far from any lascivious thought, As that Lady is far from goodness, And if my true intents may be believed, And from your Highness madam, pardon find, You have the truth. I do believe thee, Bellario I shall call thee still. The faithfullest servant that ever gave attendance. Now Lady lust, what say you toth' boy now; Doe you hang the head, do ye, shame would fleale Into your face, if ye had grace to entertain it, Do ye slink away? Give present order she be banished the Court, And straightly confined till our further Pleasure is known. Here's such an age of transformation, that I do not know how to trust myself, I'll get me gone to: Sir, the disparagement you have done, must be called in question. I have power to right myself, and will. We fear ye not sir. Let a strong convoy guard him through the Kingdom, With him, let's part with all our cares and fear, And Crown with joy our happy love's success. Which to make more full, Lady Galatea, Let honoured Clerimont acceptance find In your chaste thoughts. 'tis my suit too. Such royal spokesmen must not be denied. Nor shall not, madam. Then thus I join your hands. Our hearts were knit before. But 'tis you Lady, must make all complete, And gives a full period to content, Let your love's cordial again revive, The drooping spirits of noble Trasiline. What says Lord Leon to it? Marry my Lord I say, I know she once loved him. At least made show she did, But since 'tis my Lord Phylaster's desire, I'll make a surrender of all the right A father has in her; here take her sir, With all my heart, and heaven give you joy. Then let us in these nuptial feasts to hold, Heaven hath decreed, and Fate stands uncontrolled.
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To returne alone, you neede not sir, Here is one will beare you company, You know this Ladies proofe, if you Fail'd not in the say taging. I hold your scoffes in vildest base contempt, Or is there said or done, ought I repent, But can retort euen to your grinning teeths, Your worst of spights, tho Princesse lofty steps May not be tract, yet may they tread a wry, That boy there — If to me ye speake Lady, I must tell you, youhaue lost your selfe In your too much forwardnesse, and hath forgot Both modesty and truth, with what impudence You haue throwne most damnable aspertions On that noble Princesse and my selfe: witnesse the world; Behold me sir. I should know this face; my daughter. The same sir. How, our sometime Page, Bellario, turn'd woman? Madame, the cause induc't me to transforme my selfe, Proceeded from a respectiue modest Affection I bare to my my Lord, The Prince Phylaster, to do him seruice, As farre from any laciuious thought, As that Lady is farre from go odnesse, And ifmy true intents may be beleeued, And from your Highnesse Madame, pardon finde, You haue the truth. I doe beleeue thee, Bellario I shall call thee still. The faithfullest seruant that euer gaue attendance. Now Lady lust, what say you to'th boy now; Doe you hang the head, do ye, shame would fleale Into your face, if ye had grace to entertaine it, Do ye slinke away? Giue present order she be banisht the Court, And straightly confinde till our further Pleasure is knowne. Heres such an age of transformation, that I doe not know how to trust my selfe, I'le get me gone to: Sir, the disparagement you haue done, must be cald in question. I haue power to right my selfe, and will. We feare ye not sir. Let a strong conuoy guard him through the Kingdome, With him, let's part with all our cares and feare, And Crowne with ioy our happy loues successe. Which to make more full, Lady Gallatea, Let honour'd Clerimont acceptance finde In your chast thoughts. Tis my sute too. Such royall spokes-men must not be deni'd. Nor shall not, Madame. Then thus I ioyne your hands. Our hearts were knit before. But tis you Lady, must make all compleat, And giues a full perod to content, Let your loues cordiall againe reuiue, The drooping spirits of noble Trasiline. What saies Lord Leon to it? Marry my Lord I say, I know she once lou'd him. At least made shew she did, But since tis my Lord Phylasters desire, I'le make a surrender of all the right A father has in her; here take her sir, With all my heart, and heauen giue you ioy. Then let vs in these nuptuall feastes to hold, Heauen hath decreed, and Fate stands vncontrold.