Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Well (my Lord) If you may please to think I love the King, And through him, what's nearest to him, which is Your gracious self; embrace but my direction, If your more ponderous and settled project May suffer alteration. On mine honour, I'll point you where you shall have such receiving As shall become your Highness, where you may Enjoy your Mistress; from the whom, I see There's no disjunction to be made, but by (As heavens forefend) your ruin: Marry her, And with my best endeavours, in your absence, Your discontenting Father, strive to qualify And bring him up to liking. How Camillo May this (almost a miracle) be done? That I may call thee something more than man, And after that trust to thee. Have you thought on A place whereto you'll go? Not any yet: But as th' unthought-on accident is guilty To what we wildly do, so we profess Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Of every wind that blows. Then lift to me: This follows, if you will not change your purpose But undergo this flight; make for Sicilia, And there present yourself, and your fair Princess, (For so I see she must be) 'fore Leontes; She shall be habited, as it becomes The partner of your Bed. methinks I see Leontes opening his free Arms, and weeping His Welcomes forth: asks thee there Son forgiveness, As 'twere i' th' Father's person: kisses the hands Of your fresh Princess; over and over divides him, 'Twixt his unkindness, and his Kindness: th' one He chides to Hell, and bids the other grow Faster than Thought, or Time. Worthy Camillo, What colour for my Visitation, shall I Hold up before him? Sent by the King your Father To greet him, and to give him comforts. Sir, The manner of your bearing towards him, with What you (as from your Father) shall deliver, Things known betwixt us three, I'll write you down, The which shall point you forth at every sitting What you must say: that he shall not perceive, But that you have your Father's Bosom there, And speak his very Heart. I am bound to you: There is some sap in this. A Course more promising, Then a wild dedication of yourselves To vnpath'd Waters, vndream'd Shores; most certain, To Miseries enough: no hope to help you, But as you shake off one, to take another. Nothing so certain, as your Anchors, who Do their best office, if they can but stay you, Where you'll be loath to be: besides you know, Prosperitie's the very bond of Love, Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together, Affliction altars. One of these is true: I think Affliction may subdue the Cheek, But not take-in the Mind. Yea? say you so? There shall not, at your Father's House, these seven years Be borne another such. My good Camillo, She's as forward, of her Breeding, as She is i' th' rear ' our Birth.
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Well (my Lord) If you may pleaſe to thinke I loue the King, And through him, what's neereſt to him, which is Your gracious ſelfe; embrace but my direction, If your more ponderous and ſetled proiect May ſuffer alteration. On mine honor, Ile point you where you ſhall haue ſuch receiuing As ſhall become your Highneſſe, where you may Enioy your Miſtris; from the whom, I ſee There's no diſiunction to be made, but by (As heauens forefend) your ruine: Marry her, And with my beſt endeuours, in your abſence, Your diſcontenting Father, ſtriue to qualifie And bring him vp to liking. How Camillo May this (almoſt a miracle) be done? That I may call thee ſomething more then man, And after that truſt to thee. Haue you thought on A place whereto you'l go? Not any yet: But as th' vnthought-on accident is guiltie To what we wildely do, ſo we profeſſe Our ſelues to be the ſlaues of chance, and flyes Of euery winde that blowes. Then lift to me: This followes, if you will not change your purpoſe But vndergo this flight; make for Sicillia, And there preſent your ſelfe, and your fayre Princeſſe, (For ſo I ſee ſhe muſt be) 'fore Leontes; She ſhall be habited, as it becomes The partner of your Bed. Me thinkes I ſee Leontes opening his free Armes, and weeping His Welcomes forth: asks thee there Sonne forgiueneſſe, As 'twere i' th' Fathers perſon: kiſſes the hands Of your freſh Princeſſe; ore and ore diuides him, 'Twixt his vnkindneſſe, and his Kindneſſe: th' one He chides to Hell, and bids the other grow Faſter then Thought, or Time. Worthy Camillo, What colour for my Viſitation, ſhall I Hold vp before him? Sent by the King your Father To greet him, and to giue him comforts. Sir, The manner of your bearing towards him, with What you (as from your Father) ſhall deliuer, Things knowne betwixt vs three, Ile write you downe, The which ſhall point you forth at euery ſitting What you muſt ſay: that he ſhall not perceiue, But that you haue your Fathers Boſome there, And ſpeake his very Heart. I am bound to you: There is ſome ſappe in this. A Courſe more promiſing, Then a wild dedication of your ſelues To vnpath'd Waters, vndream'd Shores; moſt certaine, To Miſeries enough: no hope to helpe you, But as you ſhake off one, to take another. Nothing ſo certaine, as your Anchors, who Doe their beſt office, if they can but ſtay you, Where you'le be loth to be: beſides you know, Proſperitie's the very bond of Loue, Whoſe freſh complexion, and whoſe heart together, Affliction alters. One of theſe is true: I thinke Affliction may ſubdue the Cheeke, But not take-in the Mind. Yea? ſay you ſo? There ſhall not, at your Fathers Houſe, theſe ſeuen yeeres Be borne another ſuch. My good Camillo, She's as forward, of her Breeding, as She is i' th' reare' our Birth.