Massinger, Philip · published 1623 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1623] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Good Sir, have patience: I can as well partake your adverse fortune, As I thus long have had an ample share, In your prosperity. 'tis not in the power Of Fate to alter me: For while I am, In spite of't, I am yours. But should that will To be so forced Marcelia? And I live To see those Eyes I prize above mine own, Dart favours (though compelled) upon another? Or those sweet Lips (yielding Immortal Nectar) Be gently touched by any but myself? Think, think Marcelia, what a cursed thing I were, beyond expression. Do not feed Those jealous thoughts; The only blessing that Heaven hath bestowed on us, more than on beasts, Is, that 'tis in our pleasure when to die. Besides, were I now in another's power, There are so many ways to let out life, I would not live, for one short minute his; I was borne only yours, and I will die so. Angels reward the goodness of this Woman: All I can pay is nothing. Why uncalled for?) It is of weight, Sir, that makes me thus press Upon your privacies. Your constant friend The marquis of Pescara, tired with haste, Ha h business that concerns your life and fortunes, And with speed to impart. Wait on him hither; And dearest to thy Closet: Let thy prayers Assist my counsels. To spare imprecations Against myself; without you I am nothing. The marquis of Pescara; A great Soldier: And though he served upon the adverse party, Ever my constant friend. Yonder he walks, Full of sad thoughts. Blame him not good Francisco, He hath much cause to grieve: Would I might end so, And not ad this, to fear. My dear Pescara: A miracle in these times, a friend and happy, Cleaves to a falling fortune. If it were As well in my weak power, in act to raise it, As 'tis to bear a part of sorrow with you; You then should have just cause to say, Pescara Looked not upon your State, but on your Virtues, When he made suit to be writ in the List Of those you favoured. But my haste forbids All compliment. Thus then, Sir, to the purpose. The cause that unattended brought me hither, Was not to tell you of your loss, or danger; For Fame hath many Wings to bring ill tidings, And I presume you have heard it: But to give you such, Such friendly counsel, as perhaps may make Your sad disaster, less. You are all goodness, And I give up myself to be disposed of, As in your wisdom you think fit. Thus then, Sir. To hope you can hold out against the Emperor, Were flattery in yourself, to your undoing; Therefore, the safest course that you can take, Is, to give up yourself to his discretion, Before you be compelled. For rest assured, A voluntary yielding may find grace, And will admit defence, at least excuse: But should you linger doubtful, till his Powers Have seized your Person, and Estates perforce, You must expect extremes.
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Good Sir, haue patience: I can as well partake your aduerse fortune, As I thus long haue had an ample share, In your prosperitie. Tis not in the power Of Fate to alter me: For while I am, In spight of't, I am yours. But should that will To be so forc'd Marcelia? And I liue To see those Eyes I prize aboue mine owne, Dart fauours (though compel'd) vpon another? Or those sweet Lips (yeelding Immortall Nectar) Be gently touch'd by any but my selfe? Thinke, thinke Marcelia, what a cursed thing I were, beyond expression. Doe not feed Those iealous thoughts; The only blessing that Heauen hath bestow'd on vs, more then on beasts, Is, that 'tis in our pleasure when to dye. Besides, were I now in anothers power, There are so many wayes to let out life, I would not liue, for one short minute his; I was borne only yours, and I will dye so. Angels reward the goodnesse of this Woman: All I can pay is nothing. Why vncall'd for?) It is of waight, Sir, that makes me thus presse Vpon your priuacies. Your constant friend The Marquisse of Pescara, tyr'd with hast, Ha h businesse that concernes your life and fortunes, And with speed to impart. Waite on him hether; And deerest to thy Closet: Let thy prayers Assist my connsels. To spare imprecations Against my selfe; without you I am nothing. The Marquisse of Pescara; A great Souldier: And though he seru'd vpon the aduerse partie, Euer my constant friend. Yonder he walkes, Full of sad thoughts. Blame him not good Francisco, He hath much cause to grieue: Would I might end so, And not ad this, to feare. My deere Pescara: A miracle in these times, a friend and happie, Cleaues to a falling fortune. If it were As well in my weake power, in act to raise it, As 'tis to beare a part of sorrow with you; You then should haue iust cause to say, Pescara Look'd not vpon your State, but on your Vertues, When he made suit to be writ in the List Of those you fauord. But my hast forbids All complement. Thus then, Sir, to the purpose. The cause that vnattended brought me hether, Was not to tell you of your losse, or danger; For Fame hath many Wings to bring ill tidings, And I presume you haue heard it: But to giue you such, Such friendly counsell, as perhaps may make Your sad disaster, lesse. You are all goodnesse, And I giue vp my selse to be dispos'd of, As in your wisedome you thinke fit. Thus then, Sir. To hope you can hold out against the Emperor, Were flatterie in your selfe, to your vndooing; Therefore, the safest course that you can take, Is, to giue vp your selfe to his discretion, Before you be compeld. For rest assur'd, A voluntarie yeelding may find grace, And will admit defence, at least excuse: But should you linger doubtfull, till his Powers Haue seas'd your Person, and Estates perforce, You must expect extreames.