Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig typicality 0.79 · 531 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I do begin To feel an alteration in my nature, And in his full sailed confidence, a shower Of gentle rain, that falling on the fire Of my hot rage hath quenched it, ha! I would Once more speak roughly to him, and I will; Yet there is something whispers to me, that I have said too much. How is my heart divided Between the duty of a son, and love Due to a brother! yet I am swayed here, And must ask of you, how 'tis possible You can affect me that have learned to hate, Where you should pay all love? Which joined with duty, Upon my knees I should be proud to tender, Had she not used herself so many swords To cut those bonds that tide me to it. Fie, no more of that. Alas it is a theme, I take no pleasure to discourse of; would It could as soon be buried to the world, As it should die to me: nay more, I wish (Next to my part of heaven) that she would spend The last part of her life so here, that all Indifferent judges might condemn me, for A most malicious slanderer: nay texde it Upon my forehead, if you hate me mother, Put me to such a shame, pray you do, believe it There is no glory that may fall upon me, Can equal the delight I should receive In that disgrace; provided the repeal Of your long banished virtues, and good name, Ushered me to it. See, she shows herself An easy mother, which her tears confirm. 'tis a good sign, the comfortablest rain I ever saw. Embrace: why this is well, May never more but love in you, and duty On your part rise between you. Do you hear Lord General, Does not your new stamped honour on the sudden Begin to grow sick? Yes I find it fit, That putting off my armour, I should think of Some honest hospital to retire to. Sure although I am a bawd, yet being a Lord They cannot whip me for't, what's your opinion? The beadle will resolve you, for I cannot, There is something that more near concerns myself, That calls upon me. Note but yonder scarabs, That lived upon the dung of her base pleasures, How from the fear that she may yet prove honest, Hang down their wicked heads. What is that to me? Though they and all the polecats of the Court, Were trusted together, I perceive not how It can advantage me a cardecu, To help to keep me honest. How, from whence? These letters will resolve your grace. What speak they? Reads: How all things meet to make me this day happy? See mother, brother, to your reconcilement Another blessing almost equal to it, Is coming towards me; my contracted wife, Ordella daughter of wise Dataricke The King of Aragon is on our confines; Then to arrive at such a time, when you Are happily here to honour with your presence Our long deferred, but much wished nuptial, Falls out above expression; heaven be pleased That I may use these blessing powered on me With moderation.
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I do begin To feele an alteration in my nature, And in his full sailde confidence, a showre Of gentle raine, that falling on the fire Of my hot rage hath quenched it, ha! I would Once more speake roughly to him, and I will; Yet there is something whispers to me, that I haue sayd too much. How is my heart deuided Betweene the duty of a sonne, and loue Due to a brother! yet I am swayed heere, And must aske of you, how tis possible You can affect me that haue learned to hate, Where you should pay all loue? Which ioynde with duty, Vpon my knees I should be proud to tender, Had she not vs'd her selfe so many swords To cut those bonds that tide me to it. Fie, no more of that. Alas it is a theame, I take no pleasure to discourse of; would It could asloone be buried to the world, As it should die to me: nay more, I wish (Next to my part of heauen) that shee would spend The last part of her life so here, that all Indifferent Iudges might condemne me, for A most malicions slanderer: nay texde it Vpon my forehead, if you hate me mother, Put me to such a shame, pray you do, beleeue it There is no glory that may fall vpon me, Can equall the delight I should receiue In that disgrace; prouided the repeale Of your long banishde vertues, and good name, Vsher'd me to it. See, she shewes her selfe An easie mother, which her teares confirme. Tis a good signe, the comfortablest raine I euer saw. Embrace: why this is well, May neuer more but loue in you, and duty On your part rise betweene you. Do you heare Lord Generall, Does not your new stampde honor on the suddaine Begin to grow sicke? Yes I finde it fit, That putting off my armor, I should thinke of Some honest hospitall to retiro to. Sure although I am a bawd, yet being a Lord They cannot whip me for't, what's your opinion? The beadle will resolue you, for I cannot, There is something that more neere concernes myselfe, That calls vpon me. Note but yonder scarabes, That liude vpon the dunge of her base pleasures, How from the feare that she may yet proue honest, Hang downe their wicked heads. What is that to me? Though they and all the polecats of the Court, Were trustde together, I perceiue not how It can aduantage me a cardekue, To helpe to keepe me honest. How, from whence? These letters will resolue your grace. What speake they? Reades: How all things meete to make me this day happy? See mother, brother, to your reconcilement Another blessing almost equall to it, Is comming towards me; my contracted wise, Ordella daughter of wise Dataricke The King of Aragon is on our confines; Then to arriue at such a time, when you Are happily heere to honor with your presence Our long deferde, but much wished nuptiall, Falls out aboue expression; heauen be pleasde That I may vse these blessing powrde on me With moderation.