Massinger, Philip · published 1623 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1623] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.87 · 446 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
He, in whose power 'tis, Turn all to the best. Come, let us to the Court, We there shall see, all bravery, and cost, That art can boast of. I'll bear you company. I will not go, I scorn to be a spot In her proud train. Shall I, that am his mother, Be so indulgent, as to wait on her, That owes me duty? 'tis done to the Duke, And not to her. And my sweet wife remember, And Madam, if you please receive my council, As Sforza is your son, you may command him, And as a sister you may challenge from him, A brother's love, and Favour: But this granted, Consider he's the Prince, and you, his Subjects And not to question, or contend with her, Whom he is pleased to honour; Private men Prefer their wives: and shall he being a Prince, And blessed with one that is the Paradise Of sweetness, and of beauty, to whose charge, The stock of women's goodness is given up, Not use her, like herself? You are ever forward, To sing her praises Others are as fair, I am sure as noble. I detract from none, In giving her, what's due. Were she deformed, Yet being the Duchess, I stand bound to serve her, But as she is, to admire her. Never wife, Met with a purer heat her husband's fervour; A happy pair, one in the other blessed: She confident in herself, he's wholly hers, And cannot seek for change: and he secure That 'tis not in the power of man to tempt her. And therefore, to contest with her that is The stronger, and the better part of him, Is more than folly; You know him of a nature, Not to be played with: and should you forget To obey him as your Prince, he'll not remember, The duty that he owes you. 'tis but truth: Come clear our brows, and let us to the banquet, But not to serve his Idol. I shall do, What may become the sister of a Prince, But will not stoop, beneath it. Yet be wise, Soar not too high to fall, but stoop to rise. Quick quick for love's sake, let the court put Her choicest outside: Cost, and bravery on Be only thought of. All that may be had To please the eye, the ear, taste, touch, or smell, Are carefully provided. there's a Masque, Have you heard what's the invention? No matter. It is intended for the Duchess honour. And if it give her glorious attributes, As the most fair most virtuous, and the rest, 'Twill please the Duke. They come. All is in order.
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Hee, in whose power 'tis, Turne all to the best. Come, let vs to the Court, We there shall see, all brauery, and cost, That art can boast of. Ile beare you company. I will not goe, I scorne to be a spot In her proud traine. Shall I, that am his mother, Be so indulgent, as to waite on her, That owes me duty? Tis done to the Duke, And not to her. And my sweet wife remember, And Madam, if you please receiue my councell, As Sforza is your sonne, you may command him, And as a sister you may challenge from him, A brothers loue, and Fauour: But this graunted, Consider hee's the Prince, and you, his Subiects And not to question, or contend with her, Whom hee is pleasd to honour; Priuate men Preferre their wiues: and shall hee being a Prince, And blest with one that is the Paradice Of sweetnesse, and of beauty, to whose charge, The stocke of womens goodnesse is giuen vp, Not vse her, like her selfe? You are euer forward, To sing her praises Others are as faire, I am sure as noble. I detract from none, In giuing her, wha'ts due. Were she defor'md, Yet being the Dutches, I stand bound to serue her, But as she is, to admire her. Neuer wife, Met with a purer heate her husbands feruer; A happie paire, one in the other blest: She confident in her selfe, hee's wholy hers, And cannot seeke for change: and he secure That tis not in the power of man to tempt her. And therefore, to contest with her that is The stronger, and the better part of him, Is more then folly; You know him of a nature, Not to be play'd with: and should you forget To 'obey him as your Prince, hee'le not remember, The dutie that he owes you. Tis but trueth: Come cleere our browes, and let vs to the banquet, But not to serue his Idoll. I shall doe, What may become the sister of a Prince, But will not stoope, beneath it. Yet be wise, Sore not too high to fall, but stoope to rise. Quicke quicke for loues sake, let the court put Her choicest outside: Cost, and brauerie on Be onely thought of. All that may be had To please the eye, the eare, taste, touch, or smell, Are carefully prouided. Ther's a Masque, Haue you heard what's the inuention? No matter. It is intended for the Dutches honour. And if it giue her glorious attributes, As the most faire most vertuous, and the rest, 'Twill please the Duke. They come. All is in order.