Dekker, Thomas / Massinger, Philip · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 [licensed for stage, Oct 6; revised and re-licensed for stage, Jul 7, 1624] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Now mark what I foretold. Her eyes on me, Fair Venus' son draw forth a leaden dart, And that she may hate me, transfix her with it, Or if thou needs wilt use a golden one, Shoot in the behalf of any other, Thou know'st I am thy votary else where. Sir. How he blushes! Welcome, fool, thy fortune, Stand like a block when such an Angel courts thee. I am no object to divert your eye From the beholding. Rather a bright Sun Too glorious for him to gaze upon That took not first flight from the Eagle's eyrie. As I look on the temples, or the gods, And with that reverence Lady I behold you, And shall do ever. And it will become you, While thus we stand at distance, but if love (Love borne out of th'assurance of your virtues) Teach me to stoop so low. O rather take A higher flight. Why fear you to be raised? Say I put off the dreadful a we that waits On Majesty, or with you share my beams, Nay make you to outshine me change the name Of subject into Lord, rob you of service That's due from you to me, and in me make it Duty to honour you, would you refuse me? Refuse you Madam, such a worm as I am, Refuse, what kings upon their knees would sue for? Call it, great Lady, by another name, An humble modesty that would not match A Molehill with Olimpus. He that's famous For honourable actions in the war; As you are Antoninus, a proved soldier Is fellow to a king. If you love valour, As 'tis a kingly virtue, seek it out, And cherish it in a king, there it shines brightest, And yields the bravest lustre. Look on Epire, A Prince, in whom it is incorporate, And let it not disgrace him, that he was o'ercome by Caesar, (it was a victory To stand so long against him,) had you seen him, How in one bloody seen he did discharge The parts of a Commander, and a soldier, Wise in direction, bold in execution; You would have said, great Caesar's self excepted, The world yields not his equal. Yet I have heard, Encountering him alone in the head of his troop, You took him prisoner. 'tis a truth great Princess. I'll not detract from valour. 'twas mere fortune, Courage had no hand in it. Did ever man Strive so against his own good. Spiritless villain, How I am tortured, by the immortal gods I now could kill him. Hold Sapritius hold, On our displeasure hold. Why, this would make A father mad, 'tis not to be endured, Your honours tainted in it. By heaven it is, I shall think of't.
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Now marke what I foretold. Her eyes on me, Faire Venus sonne draw forth a leaden dart, And that she may hate me, transfixe her with it, Or if thou needs wilt vse a golden one, Shoote in the behalfe of any other, Thou knowst I am thy votary else where. Sir. How he blushes! Welcome, foole, thy fortune, Stand like a blocke when such an Angell courts thee. I am no obiect to diuert your eye From the beholding. Rather a bright Sun Too glorious for him to gaze vpon That tooke not first flight from the Egles aciry. As I looke on the temples, or the gods, And with that reuerence Lady I behold you, And shall do euer. And it will become you, While thus we stand at distance, but if loue (Loue borne out of th'assurance of your vertues) Teach me to stoope so low. O rather take A higher flight. Why feare you to be raisd? Say I put off the dreadfull a we that waits On Maiestie, or with you share my beames, Nay make you to outshine me change the name Of subiect into Lord, rob you of seruice Thats due from you to me, and in me make it Duty to honor you, would you refuse me? Refuse you Madam, such a worme as I am, Refuse, what kings vpon their knees would sue for? Call it, great Lady, by another name, An humble modesty that would not match A Molehill with Olimpus. He that's famous For honourable actions in the warre; As you are Antoninus, a prou'd souldier Is fellow to a king. If you loue valour, As 'tis a kingly vertue, seeke it out, And cherish it in a king, there it shines brightest, And yeelds the brauest lustre. Looke on Epire, A Prince, in whom it is incorporate, And let it not disgrace him, that he was Orecome by Casar, (it was a victory To stand so long against him,) had you seene him, How in one bloody seene he did discharge The parts of a Commander, and a souldier, Wise in direction, bold in execution; You would haue sayd, great Caesars selfe excepted, The world yeelds not his equall. Yet I haue heard, Encountring him alone in the head of his troope, You tooke him prisoner. Tis a truth great Princesse. Ile not detract from valour. Twas meere fortune, Courage had no hand in it. Did euer man Striue so against his owne good. Spiritlesse villaine, How I am tortur'd, by the immortall gods I now could kill him. Hold Sapritius hold, On our displeasure hold. Why, this would make A father mad, tis not to be endur'd, Your honours tainted in it. By heauen it is, I shall thinke of't.