Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.78 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Come, do not weep, I must, nay, do believe you, And in my father's satisfaction count it Merit, not wrong, or loss: You do but flatter, there's anger yet flames In your eyes. See, I will quench it, and confess that you Have suffered double travail for me. You will not fire the house then? Rather reward the author, who gave cause Of knowing such a secret, my oath and duty Shall be assurance on't. Protaldy, rise good faithful servant, heaven knows How hardly he was drawn to this attempt. Protaldy? he had a gardener's fate i'll swear Fell by thy hand, Sir, we do owe unto you for this service. Why lookest thou so dejected? I want a little shift Lady, nothing else. The fires are ready, please it your grace withdraw, Whilst we perform your pleasure. Reserve them for the body; since he had the fate To live and die a Prince, he shall not lose The title in his funeral. His fate to live a Prince, Thou old impiety, made up by lust and mischief, Take up the body. Dost think Leforte's sure enough? As bonds can make him, I have turned his eyes to the east; and left him gaping after the morning star, his head is a mere astrolabe, his eyes stand for the poles, the gag in his mouth being the coachman, his five teeth have the nearest resemblance to Charles Wain. Thou hast cast a figure which shall raise thee, direct my hair a little; and in my likeness to him read a fortune suiting thy largest hopes. You are so far 'bove likeness you are the same, If you love mirth, persuade him from himself, 'Tis but an Astronomer out of the way, And lying will bear the better place for't. I have profitabler use in hand, haste to the Queen, And tell her how you left me changed. Who would not serve this virtuous active Queen? She that loves mischief 'bove the man that does it, And him above her pleasure, yet knows no heaven else: How well this loans suits the art I seek, Discovering secret and succeeding fate, Knowledge that puts all lower happiness on, With a remiss and careless hand, Fair peace unto your meditations father. The same to you, you bring Sir. Drawn by your much famed skill, I come to know Whether the man who owes this character, Shall e'er have issue. A resolution falling with most ease Of any doubt you could have named, he is a Prince Whose fortune you inquire. He is nobly borne. He had a dukedom lately fall'n unto him By one called brother, who has left a daughter. The question is of heirs, not lands. Heirs, yes he shall have heirs. Begotten of his body, why look'st thou pale? Thou canst not suffer in his want. Nor thou, I neither can nor will Give farther knowledge to thee. Thou must, I am the man myself, Thy sovereign, who must owe unto thy wisdom In the concealing of my barren shame.
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Come, do not weepe, I must, nay, do beleeue you, And in my fathers satisfaction count it Merit, not wrong, or losse: You do but flatter, there's anger yet flames In your eyes. See, I will quench it, and confesse that you Haue suffer'd double trauaile for me. You will not fire the house then? Rather reward the author, who gaue cause Of knowing such a secret, my oath and duty Shall be assurance on't. Protaldye, rise good faithfull seruant, heauen knowes How hardly he was drawne to this attempt. Protaldye? he had a gardners fate i'le sweare Fell by thy hand, Sir, we do owe vnto you for this seruice. Why lookest thou so deiected? I want a little shift Lady, nothing else. The fires are ready, please it your grace withdraw, Whilst we performe your pleasure. Reserue them for the body; since he had the fate To liue and die a Prince, he shall not lose The title in his funerall. His fate to liue a Prince, Thou old impiety, made vp by lust and mischiefe, Take vp the body. Doest thinke Lefortes sure enough? As bonds can make him, I haue turn'd his eyes to the east; and left him gaping after the morning starre, his head is a meere Astrolobe, his eyes stand for the poles, the gag in his mouth being the coachman, his fiue teeth haue the neerest resemblance to Charles Waine. Thou hast cast a figure which shall raise thee, direct my haire a little; and in my likenes to him reade a fortune suiting thy largest hopes. You are so far 'Boue likenesse you are the same, If you loue mirth, perswade him from himselfe, 'Tis but an Astronomer out of the way, And lying will beare the better place for't. I haue profitabler vse in hand, hast to the Queene, And tell her how you left me chang'd. Who would not serue this vertuous actiue Queene? She that loues mischiefe 'boue the man that does it, And him aboue her pleasure, yet knowes no heauen else: How well this loanes suits the art I seeke, Discoueting secret and succeeding fate, Knowledge that puts all lower happines on, With a remisse and carelesse hand, Faire peace vnto your meditations father. The same to you, you bring Sir. Drawne by your much fam'd skill, I come to know Whether the man who owes this character, Shall ere haue issue. A resolution falling with most ease Of any doubt you could haue named, he is a Prince Whose fortune you enquire. He is nobly borne. He had a dukedome lately falne vnto him By one call'd brother, who has left a daughter. The question is ofheires, not lands. Heires, yes he shall haue heires. Begotten of his body, why look'st thou pale? Thou canst not suffer in his want. Nor thou, I neither can nor will Giue farther knowledge to thee. Thou must, I am the man my selfe, Thy soueraigne, who must owe vnto thy wisedome In the concealing of my barren shame.