Massinger, Philip · published 1623 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1623] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi typicality 0.87 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
May I live To seal my loyalty, though with loss of life In some brave service worthy Caesar's favour, And I shall die most happy. Gentlemen, Receive me to your loves, and if henceforth There can arise a difference between us, It shall be in a Noble emulation. Who hath the fairest Sword, or dare go farthest, To sight for Charles the Emperor? We embrace you, As one well read in all the points of honour, And there we are your Scholars. True, but such As far outstrip the Master; we'll contend In love hereafter, in the mean time pray you, Let me discharge my debt, and as in earnest Of what's to corn, divide this cabinet: In the small body of it there are jewels, Will yield a hundred thousand Pistolets, Which honour me to receive. You bind us to you. And when great Charles commands me to his presence, If you will please to excuse my abrupt departure, Designs that most concern me next this mercy, Calling me home, I shall hereafter meet you, And gratify the favour. In this and all things, we are your Servants. A name I ever owe you. So Sir, this tempest is well overblown, And all things fall out to our wishes. But In my opinion, this quick return, Before you have made a party in the Court Among the great ones (for these needy Captains Have little power in peace) may beget danger, At least suspicion. Where true honour lives, Doubt hath no being, I desire no pawn Beyond an Emperor's word for my assurance: Besides, Pescara, to thyself of all men I will confess my weakness, though my State And Crown's restored me, though I am in grace And that a little stay might be a step To greater honours, I must hence. Alas, I live not here, my wife, my wife Pescara, Being absent I am dead. prithee excuse, And do not chide for friendship's sake my fondness But ride along with me, I'll give you reasons, And strong ones, to plead for me. Use your own pleasure, I'll bear you company. Farewell grief, I am stored with Two blessings most desired in humane life, A constant friend, an unsuspected wife. What I did, I had warrant for; you have tasted My Office gently, and for those soft strokes, Flea bitings to the jerks I could have lent you, There does belong a feeling. Must I pay For being tormented and dishonoured? Fie no, Your honours not impaired in't: What's the letting out Of a little corrupt blood, and the next way too? There is no Chirurgeon like me to take off A courtier's Itch that's rampant at great Ladies, Or turns knave for preferment, or grows proud Of their rich Cloaks, and Suits, though got by brokage, And so forgets his betters. Very good Sir, But am I the first man of quality, That e'er came under your fingers?
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May I liue To seale my loyaltie, though with losse of life In some braue seruice worthy Caesars fouor, And I shall dye most happy. Gentlemen, Receiue me to your loues, and if henceforth There can arise a difference betweene vs, It shall be in a Noble emulation. Who hath the fairest Sword, or dare go farthest, To sight for Charles the Emperor? We embrace you, As one well read in all the points of honor, And there we are your Schollers. True, but such As farre out-strip the Master; we'le contend In loue hereafter, in the meane time pray you, Let me discharge my debt, and as in earnest Of what's to corne, deuide this Cabnet: In the small body of it there are Iewels, Will yeeld a hundred thousand Pistolets, Which honor me to receiue. You bind vs to you. And when great Charles comands me to his presence, If you will please to excuse my abrupt departure, Designes that most concerne me next this mercie, Calling me home, I shall hereafter meete you, And gratifie the fauor. In this and all things, we are your Seruants. A name I euer owe you. So Sir, this tempest is well ouerblowne, And all things fall out to our wishes. But In my opinion, this quicke returne, Before you haue made a partie in the Court Among the great ones (for these needy Captains Haue little power in peace) may beget danger, At least suspition. Where true honor liues, Doubt hath no being, I desire no pawne Beyond an Emperors word for my assurance: Besides, Pescara, to thy selfe of all men I will confesse my weakenesse, though my State And Crown's restored me, though I am in grace And that a little stay might be a step To greater honors, I must hence. Alas, I liue not here, my wife, my wife Pescara, Being absent I am dead. Prethe excuse, And do not chide for freindship sake my fondnes But ride along with me, I'le giue you reasons, And strong ones, to plead for me. Vse your owne pleasure, I'le bere you companie. Farewell griefe, I am stor'd with Two blessings most desir'd in humaine life, A constant friend, an vnsuspected wife. What I did, I had warrant for; you haue tasted My Office gently, and for those soft strokes, Flea bitings to the Ierks I could haue lent you, There does belong a feeling. Must I pay For being tormented and dishonor'd? Fye no, Your honours not empar'd in't: What's the letting out Of a little corrupt blood, and the next way too? There is no Chirurgion like me to take off A Courtiers Itch that's rampant at great Ladies, Or turnes knaue for preferment, or growes proud Of their rich Clokes, and Sutes, though got by brokage, And so forgets his betters. Verie good Sir, But am I the first man of qualitie, That e're came vnder your fingers?