Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Be thou blessed Bertrame, and succeed thy father In manners as in shape: thy blood and virtue Contend for Empire in thee, and thy goodness Share with thy birthright. Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power then use: and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key. Be checked for silence, But never taxed for speech. What heaven more will, That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down, Fall on thy head. Farewell my Lord, 'Tis an unseasoned Courtier, good my Lord Advise him. He cannot want the best That shall attend his love. Heaven bless him: Farewell Bertram. The best wishes that can be forged in your thoughts be servants to you: be comfortable to my mother, your Mistress, and make much of her. Farewell pretty Lady, you must hold the credit of your father. O were that all, I think not on my father, And these great tears grace his remembrance more Than those I shed for him. What was he like? I have forgot him. My imagination Carries no favour in't but Bertrams. I am undone, there is no living, none, If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it, he is so above me In his bright radiance and colaterall light, Must I be comforted, not in his sphere; Th' ambition in my love thus plagues itself: The hind that would be mated by the Lion Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague To see him every hour to sit and draw His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls In our heart's table: heart too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour. But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his Relics. Who comes here? One that goes with him: I love him for his sake, And yet I know him a notorious Liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward, Yet these fixed evils sit so fit in him, That they take place, when Virtues steely bones Looks bleak i' th' cold wind: withal, full oft we see Cold wisdom weighting on superfluous folly. Save you fair Queen. And you Monarch. No. And no. Are you meditating on virginity? If you have some stain of soldier in you: Let me ask you a question. Man is enemy to virginity, how may we barracado it against him? Keep him out. But he assails, and our virginity though valiant, in the defence yet is weak: unfold to us some warlike resistance. There is none: Man setting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up. Bless our poor Virginity from underminers and blowers up. Is there no Military policy how Virgins might blow up men?
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Be thou bleſt Bertrame, and ſucceed thy father In manners as in ſhape: thy blood and vertue Contend for Empire in thee, and thy goodneſſe Share with thy birth-right. Loue all, truſt a few, Doe wrong to none: be able for thine enemie Rather in power then vſe: and keepe thy friend Vnder thy owne lifes key. Be checkt for ſilence, But neuer tax'd for ſpeech. What heauen more wil, That thee may furniſh, and my prayers plucke downe, Fall on thy head. Farwell my Lord, 'Tis an vnſeaſon'd Courtier, good my Lord Aduiſe him. He cannot want the beſt That ſhall attend his loue. Heauen bleſſe him: Farwell Bertram. The beſt wiſhes that can be forg'd in your thoghts be ſeruants to you: be comfortable to my mother, your Miſtris, and make much of her. Farewell prettie Lady, you muſt hold the credit of your father. O were that all, I thinke not on my father, And theſe great teares grace his remembrance more Then thoſe I ſhed for him. What was he like? I haue forgott him. My imagination Carries no fauour in't but Bertrams. I am vndone, there is no liuing, none, If Bertram be away. 'Twere all one, That I ſhould loue a bright particuler ſtarre, And think to wed it, he is ſo aboue me In his bright radience and colaterall light, Muſt I be comforted, not in his ſphere; Th' ambition in my loue thus plagues it ſelfe: The hind that would be mated by the Lion Muſt die for loue. 'Twas prettie, though a plague To ſee him euerie houre to ſit and draw His arched browes, his hawking eie, his curles In our hearts table: heart too capeable Of euerie line and tricke of his ſweet fauour. But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancie Muſt ſanctifie his Reliques. Who comes heere? One that goes with him: I loue him for his ſake, And yet I know him a notorious Liar, Thinke him a great way foole, ſolie a coward, Yet theſe fixt euils ſit ſo fit in him, That they take place, when Vertues ſteely bones Lookes bleake i' th cold wind: withall, full ofte we ſee Cold wiſedome waighting on ſuperfluous follie. Saue you faire Queene. And you Monarch. No. And no. Are you meditating on virginitie? If you haue ſome ſtaine of ſouldier in you: Let mee aske you a queſtion. Man is enemie to virginitie, how may we barracado it againſt him? Keepe him out. But he aſſailes, and our virginitie though valiant, in the defence yet is weak: vnfold to vs ſome warlike reſiſtance. There is none: Man ſetting downe before you, will vndermine you, and blow you vp. Bleſſe our poore Virginity from vnderminers and blowers vp. Is there no Military policy how Virgins might blow vp men?