Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.81 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
In this last Tempest. I perceive these Lords At this encounter do so much admire, That they devour their reason, and scarce think Their eyes do offices of Truth: Their words Are natural breath: but howsoeu'r you have Been justled from your senses, know for certain That I am Prospero, and that very Duke Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely Upon this shore (where you were wracked) was landed To be the Lord on't: No more yet of this, For 'tis a Chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting: Welcome, Sir; This Cells my Court: here have I few attendants, And Subjects none abroad: pray you look in: My Dukedom since you have given me again, I will requite you with as good a thing, At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye As much, as me my Dukedom. Sweet Lord, you play me false. No my dearest love, I would not for the world. Yes, for a score of Kingdoms, you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play. If this prove A vision of the Island, one dear Son Shall I twice lose. A most high miracle. Though the Seas threaten they are merciful, I have cursed them without cause. Now all the blessings Of a glad father, compass thee about: Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. O wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here? How beauteous mankind is? O brave new world That has such people in't. 'Tis new to thee. What is this Maid, with whom thou was't at play? Your eldest acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is she the goddess that hath severed us, And brought us thus together? Sir, she is mortal; But by immortal providence, she's mine; I chose her when I could not ask my Father For his advice: nor thought I had one: She Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan, Of whom, so often I have heard renown, But never saw before: of whom I have Received a second life; and second Father This Lady makes him to me. I am hers. But O, how oddly will it sound, that I Must ask my child forgiveness? There Sir stop, Let us not burden our remembrances, with A heaviness that's gone. I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this: look down you gods And on this couple drop a blessed crown; For it is you, that have chalked forth the way Which brought us hither. I say Amen, Gonzallo. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his Issue Should become Kings of Naples? O rejoice Beyond a common joy, and set it down With gold on lasting Pillars: In one voyage Did Claribell her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand her brother, found a wife, Where he himself was lost: Prospero, his Dukedom In a poor Isle: and all of us, ourselves, When no man was his own. Give me your hands: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy.
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In this laſt Tempeſt. I perceiue theſe Lords At this encounter doe ſo much admire, That they deuoure their reaſon, and ſcarce thinke Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words Are naturall breath: but howſoeu'r you haue Beene iuſtled from your ſences, know for certain That I am Proſpero, and that very Duke Which was thruſt forth of Millaine, who moſt ſtrangely Vpon this ſhore (where you were wrackt) was landed To be the Lord on't: No more yet of this, For 'tis a Chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a break-faſt, nor Befitting this firſt meeting: Welcome, Sir; This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants, And Subiects none abroad: pray you looke in: My Dukedome ſince you haue giuen me againe, I will requite you with as good a thing, At leaſt bring forth a wonder, to content ye As much, as me my Dukedome. Sweet Lord, you play me falſe. No my deareſt loue, I would not for the world. Yes, for a ſcore of Kingdomes, you ſhould wrangle, And I would call it faire play. If this proue A viſion of the Iſland, one deere Sonne Shall I twice looſe. A moſt high miracle. Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull, I haue curs'd them without cauſe. Now all the bleſſings Of a glad father, compaſſe thee about: Ariſe, and ſay how thou cam'ſt heere. O wonder! How many goodly creatures are there heere? How beauteous mankinde is? O braue new world That has ſuch people in't. 'Tis new to thee. What is this Maid, with whom thou was't at play? Your eld'ſt acquaintance cannot be three houres: Is ſhe the goddeſſe that hath ſeuer'd vs, And brought vs thus together? Sir, ſhe is mortall; But by immortall prouidence, ſhe's mine; I choſe her when I could not aske my Father For his aduiſe: nor thought I had one: She Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine, Of whom, ſo often I haue heard renowne, But neuer ſaw before: of whom I haue Receiu'd a ſecond life; and ſecond Father This Lady makes him to me. I am hers. But O, how odly will it ſound, that I Muſt aske my childe forgiueneſſe? There Sir ſtop, Let vs not burthen our remembrances, with A heauineſſe that's gon. I haue inly wept, Or ſhould haue ſpoke ere this: looke downe you gods And on this couple drop a bleſſed crowne; For it is you, that haue chalk'd forth the way Which brought vs hither. I ſay Amen, Gonzallo. Was Millaine thruſt from Millaine, that his Iſſue Should become Kings of Naples? O reioyce Beyond a common ioy, and ſet it downe With gold on laſting Pillers: In one voyage Did Claribell her husband finde at Tunis, And Ferdinand her brother, found a wife, Where he himſelfe was loſt: Proſpero, his Dukedome In a poore Iſle: and all of vs, our ſelues, When no man was his owne. Giue me your hands: Let griefe and ſorrow ſtill embrace his heart, That doth not wiſh you ioy.