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 T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Not for Kingdoms Piled upon Kingdoms, there's a villain Page Waits on her, whom I would not for the world Hold traffic with, I do so hate his sight, That should I look on him I must sink down. I will not lose thee then, her to confound, None but this head with glories shall be crowned. Oh, mine own as I would wish thee. My trusty Angelo, with that curious eye Of thine, which ever waits upon my business, I prithee watch those my still-negligent servants That they perform my willing what's enjoined them Toth' good of others, else will you find them flies Not lying still, yet in them no good lies: Be careful dear Boy. Yes, my sweetest Mistress. Now Sir, you may go on. I then must study, A new arithmetic, to sum up the virtues Which Antoninus gracefully become, There is in him so much man, so much goodness, So much of honour, and of all things else Which makes our being excellent, that from his store He can enough lend others, yet much taken from him, The want shall be as little as when Seas Lend from their bounty to fill up the poorness Of needy Rivers. Sir, he is more indebted, to you for praise, than you to him that owes it. If Queens viewing his presents, paid to the whiteness Of your chaste hand alone, should be ambitious, But to be parted in their numerous shares, This he counts nothing: could you see main Armies Make battles in the quarrel of his valour, That 'tis best, the truest, this were nothing, The greatness of his State, his father's voice And arm, owing Caesarea, he never boasts of The sunbeams, which the Emperor throws upon him, Shine there but as in water, and guild him Not with one spot of pride, no dearest beauty, All these heaped up together in one scale, Cannot weigh down the love he bears to you Being put into the other. Could gold buy you To speak thus for your friend, you Sir are worthy Of more than I will number, and this your language Hath power to win upon another woman, Top of whose heart, the feathers of this World Are gaily stuck, but all which first you named, And now this last, his love to me are nothing, You make me a sad Messenger. But himself Being come in person, shall I hope hear from you Music more pleasing. Has your ear Macrinus Heard none then? None I like. But can there be In such a noble Casker, wherein lies Beauty and chastity in their full perfections, A rocky heart killing with cruelty A life that's prostrated beneath your feet? I am guilty of a shame I yet never knew, Thus to hold parley with you, pray Sir pardon. Good sweetness, you now have it, and shall go, Be but so merciful, before your wounding me With such a mortal weapon, as Farewell, To let me murmur to your Virgin care, What I was loath to lay on any tongue But this mine own.
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Not for Kingdomes Pil'd vpon Kingdomes, theres a villaine Page Waites on her, whom I would not for the world Hold trafficke with, I do so hate his sight, That should I looke on him I must sinke downe. I will not loose thee then, her to confound, None but this head with glories shall be crown'd. Oh, mine owne as I would wish thee. My trusty Angelo, with that curious eye Of thine, which euer waites vpon my businesse, I prithee watch those my still-negligent seruants That they performe my willin whats enioyn'd them To'th good of others, else will you find them flyes Not lying still, yet in them no good lyes: Be carefull deare Boy. Yes, my sweetest Mistresse. Now Sir, you may goe on. I then must study, A new Arithmatike, to summe vp the vertues Which Antoninus gracefully become, There is in him so much man, so much goodnesse, So much of honour, and of all things else Which makes our being excellent, that from his store He can enough lend others, yet much taken from him, The want shall be as little as when Seas Lend from their bounty to fill vp the poorenesse Of needy Riuers. Sir, he is more indebted, to you for praise, then you to him that owes it. If Queens viewing his presents, paid to the whitenes Of your chast hand alone, should be ambitious, But to be parted in their numerous shares, This he counts nothing: could you see maine Armies Make battalles in the quarrell of his vallour, That tis best, the truest, this were nothing, The greatnesse of his State, his fathers voyce And arme, owing Cesarea, he neuer boasts of The Sun-beames, which the Emperor throwes vpon him, Shine there but as in water, and guild him Not with one spot of pride, no dearest beauty, All these heap'd vp together in one scale, Cannot weigh downe the loue he beares to you Being put into the other. Could gold buy you To speake thus for your friend, you Sir are worthy Of more then I will number, and this your language Hath power to win vpon another woman, Top of whose heart, the feathers of this World Are gaily stuck, but all which first you named, And now this last, his loue to me are nothing, You make me a sad Messenger. But him selfe Being come in person, shall I hope heare from you Musicke more pleasing. Has your eare Macrinus Heard none then? None I like. But can there be In such a noble Casker, wherein lies Beauty and chastity in their full perfections, A rocky heart killing with cruelty A life thats prostrated beneath your feete? I am guilty of a shame I yet neuer knew, Thus to hold parley with you, pray Sir pardon. Good sweetenesse, you now haue it, and shall goe, Be but so mercifull, before your wounding me With such a mortall weapon, as Farewell, To let me murmure to your Virgin care, What I was loath to lay on any tongue But this mine owne.