Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
All happiness to Thierry, and Ordella. 'Tis a desire but borrowed from me, my happiness Shall be the period of all good men's wishes, Which friends, nay dying fathers shall be queath, And in my one give all: is there a duty Belongs to any power of mine, or love To any virtue I have right to? here, place it here, Ordella's name shall only bear command, Rule, title, sovereignty. What passion sways my son? O mother, she has doubled every good The travail of your blood made possible To my glad being. He should have done Little to her, he is so light hearted. Brother, friends, if honour unto shame, If wealth to want in large the present sense, My joys are unbounded, instead of question Let it be envy, not bring a present To the high offering of our mirth, banquets, and masks; Keep waking our delights, mocking night's malice, Whose dark brow would fright pleasure from us, Our court be but one stage of Revels, and each eye The scene where our content moves. There shall want Nothing to express our shares in your delight Sir. Till now I ne'er repented the estate Of widower. Music, why art thou so slow voiced? it stays thy presence My Ordella, this chamber is a sphere Too narrow for thy all-moving virtue. Make way, free way I say; Who must alone, her sex's want supply, Had need to have a room both large and high. This passion's above utterance. Nay credulity. Why son what mean you, are you a man? No mother I am no man, were I a man, How could I be thus happy? How can a wife be author of this joy then? That being no man, I am married to no woman; The best of men in full ability, Can only hope to satisfy a wife, And for that hope ridiculous, I in my want And such defective poverty, that to her bed From my first cradle brought no strength but thought, Have met a temperance beyond hers that rocked me, Necessity being her bar; where this Is so much senseless of my deprived fire, She knows it not a loss by her desire. It is beyond my admiration. Beyond your sex's faith, The unripe virgins of our age to hear't Will dream themselves to women, and convert The example to a miracle. Alas 'tis your defect moves my amazement, But what ill can be separate from ambition? Cruel Theodoret. What of my brother? That to his name your barrenness adds rule; Who loving the effect, would not be strange In favouring the cause; look on the profit, And gain will quickly point the mischief out. The name of father to what I possess Is shame and care. Were we begot to single happiness I grant you; but from such a wise, such virtue To get an heir, what Hermit would not find Deserving argument to break his vow Even in his age of chastity?
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All happines to Thierry, and Ordella. 'Tis a desire but borrowde from me, my happines Shall be the period of all good mens wishes, Which friends, nay dying fathers shall be queath, And in my one giue all: is there a duty Belongs to any power of mine, or loue To any vertue I haue right to? here, place it here, Ordellas name shall only beare command, Rule, title, souerainty. What passion swaies my son? O mother, she has doubled euery good The trauaile of your blood made possible To my glad being. He should haue done Little to her, he is so light harted. Brother, friends, if honor vnto shame, If wealth to want in large the present sence, My ioyes are vnbounded, insteed of question Let it be enuy, not bring a present To the high offering of our mirth, banquets, and maskes; Keepe waking our delights, mocking nights malice, Whose darke brow would fright pleasure from vs, Our court be but one stage of Reuells, and each eye The sceane where our content moues. There shall want Nothing to expresse our shares in your delight Sir. Till now I n'ere repented the estate Of widdower. Musique, why art thou so slow voycte? it staies thy presence My Ordella, this chamber is a spheare Too narrow for thy al-mouing vertue. Make way, free way I say; Who must alone, her sexes want supply, Had need to haue a roome both large and high. This passion's aboue vtterance. Nay credulity. Why son what meane you, are you a man? No mother I am no man, were I a man, How could I be thus happy? How can a wife be author of this ioy then? That being no man, I am married to no woman; The best of men in full ability, Can only hope to satisfie a wife, And for that hope ridiculous, I in my want And such defectiue pouerty, that to her bed From my first cradell brought no strength but thought, Haue met a temperance beyond hers that rockt me, Necessity being her bar; where this Is so much sencelesse of my depriu'd fire, She knowes it not a losse by her desire. It is beyond my admiration. Beyond your sexes faith, The vnripe virgins of our age to hear't Will dreame themselues to women, and conuert The example to a miracle. Alas 'tis your defect moues my amazement, But what ill can be separate from ambition? Cruell Theodoret. What of my brother? That to his name your barrennesse adds rule; Who louing the effect, would not be strange In fauoring the cause; looke on the profit, And gaine will quickly point the mischiefe out. The name of father to what I possesse Is shame and care. Were we begot to single happinesse I grant you; but from such a wise, such virtue To get an heire, what Hermit would not find Deseruing argument to breake his vow Euen in his age of chastity?