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 0.84 · 532 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
But if your entertainment Should give the least ground to his jealousy, To raise up an opinion I am false, You then destroy your mercy. Therefore Madam (Though I shall ever look on you as on My life's preserver, and the miracle Of human pity) would you but vouchsafe, In company to do me those fair graces And favours which your innocency and honour May safely warrant, it would to the Duke (I being to your best self alone known guilty) Make me appear most innocent. Have your wishes, And some thing I may do to try his temper, At least to make him know a constant wife, Is not so slaved to her husbands doting humours, But that she may deserve to live a widow, Her fate appointing it. It is enough, Shout, and flourish Nay all I could desire, and will make way To my revenge, which shall disperse itself On him, on her, and all. What shout is that? All happiness to the Duchess, that may flow From the Duke's new and wished return. He's welcome. How coldly she receives it. Observe their encounter. Flourish. What you have told me Graccho is believed, And I'll find time to stir in't. As you see cause, I will not do ill offices. I have stood Silent thus long Marcelia, expecting When with more than a greedy hast thou wouldst Have flown into my arms, and on my lips Have printed a deep welcome. My desire To glaze myself in these fair eyes, have borne me With more than human speed. Nor durst I stay In any Temple, or to any saint To pay my vows and thanks for my return, Till I had seen thee. Sir, I am most happy To look upon you safe, and would express My love and duty in a modest fashion, Such as might suit with the behaviour Of one that knows herself a wife, and how To temper her desires, not like a wanton fired with hot appetite, nor can it wrong me To love discreetly. How, why can there be A mean in your affections to Sforza? Or any act though ne'er so loose that may Invite or heighten appetite, appear Immodest or uncomely. Do not move me, My passions to you are in extremes, And know no bounds, come kiss me. I obey you. By all the joys of love, she does salute me As if I were her grandfather. What witch, With cursed spells hath quenched the amorous heat That lived upon these lips? Tell me Marcellia, And truly tell me, is't a fault of mine That hath begot this coldness, or neglect Of others in my absence? Neither Sir, I stand indebted to your substitute, Noble and good Francisco for his care, And fair observance of me: There was nothing With which you being present could supply me, That I dare say I wanted. How! The pleasures That sacred Hymen warrants us excepted, Of which in troth you are too great a doter, And there is more of beast in it then man. Let us love temperately, things violent last not, And too much dotage rather argues folly Then true affection.
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But if your entertainment Should giue the least ground to his iealousie, To raise vp an opinion I am false, You then distroy your mercie. Therfore Madam (Though I shall euer looke on you as on My liues preseruer, and the miracle Of human pitty) would you but vouchsafe, In companie to doe me those faire graces And fauors which your innocencie and honor May safely warrant, it would to the Duke (I being to your best selfe alone known guiltie) Make me appeare most innocent. Haue your wishes, And some thing I may doe to try his temper, At least to make him know a constant wife, Is not so slau'd to her husbands doting humors, But that she may deserue to liue a widow, Her fate appointing it. It is enough, Shout, and Floursh Nay all I could desire, and will make way To my reuenge, which shall disperse it selfe On him, on her, and all. What shout is that? All happines to the Dutches, that may flow From the Dukes new and wish'd returne. He's welcome. How coldly she receiues it. Obserue their encounter. Flourish. What you haue told me Graccho is beleeu'd, And I'le find time to stur in't. As you see cause, I will not doe ill offices. I haue stood Silent thus long Marcelia, expecting When with more then a greedie hast thou would'st Haue flowne into my armes, and on my lippes Haue printed a deepe welcome. My desire To glaze my selfe in these faire eyes, haue borne me With more then human speede. Nor durst I stay In any Temple, or to any saint To pay my vowes and thankes for my returne, Till I had seene thee. Sir, I am most happie To looke vpon you safe, and would expresse My loue and duty in a modest fashion, Such as might sute with the behauior Of one that knowes her selfe a wife, and how To temper her desires, not like a wanton Fierd with hot appetite, nor can it wrong me To loue discreetly. How, why can there be A meane in your affections to Sforza? Or any act though neare so loose that may Inuite or heighten appetite, appeare Immodest or vncomly. Doe not moue me, My passions to you are in extreames, And know no bounds, come kisse me. I obey you. By all the ioyes of loue, she does salute me As if I were her grand-father. What witch, With cursed spels hath quench'd the amorous heat That liued vpon these lips? Tell me Marcellia, And truly tell me, is't a fault of mine That hath begot this coldnesse, or neglect Of others in my absence? Neither Sir, I stand indebted to your substitute, Noble and good Francisco for his care, And faire obseruance of me: There was nothing With which you being present could supply me, That I dare say I wanted. How! The pleasures That sacred Hymen warrants vs excepted, Of which in troth you are too great a doter, And there is more of beast in it then man. Let vs loue temperatly, things violent last not, And too much dotage rather argues folly Then true affection.