Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
I Come no more to make you laugh, Things now, That bear a Weighty, and a Serious Brow, Sad, high, and working, full of State and Woe: Such Noble Scenes, as draw the Eye to flow We now present. Those that can Pity, here May (if they think it well) let fall a Tear, The Subject will deserve it. Such as give Their Money out of hope they may believe, May here find Truth too. Those that come to see Only a show or two, and so agree, The Play may pass: If they be still, and willing, I'll undertake may see away their shilling Richly in two short hours. Only they That come to hear a Merry, Bawdy Play, A noise of Targets: Or to see a Fellow In a long Motley Coat, guarded with Yellow, Will be deceived. For gentle Hearers, know To rank our chosen Truth with such a show As Fool, and Fight is, beside forfeiting Our own Brains, and the Opinion that we bring To make that only true, we now intent, Will leave us never an understanding Friend. Therefore, for Goodness sake, and as you are known The First and Happiest Hearers of the Town, Be sad, as we would make ye. Thinke you see The very Persons of our Noble Story, As they were Living: Think you see them Great, And followed with the general throng, and sweat Of thousand Friends: Then, in a moment, see How soon this Mightiness, meets Misery: And if you can be merry then, I'll say, A Man may weep upon his Wedding day. GOod morrow, and well met. How have ye done Since last we saw in France? I thank your Grace: Healthful, and ever since a fresh Admirer Of what I saw there. An untimely Ague Stayed me a Prisoner in my Chamber, when Those Suns of Glory, those two Lights of Men Met in the vale of Andren. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde, I was then present, saw them salute on Horseback, Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung In their Embracement, as they grew together, Which had they, What four Throned ones could have weighed Such a compounded one? All the whole time I was my Chambers Prisoner. Then you lost The view of earthly glory: Men might say Till this time Pomp was single, but now married To one above itself. Each following day Became the next day's master, till the last Made former Wonders, it's. To day the French, All Clinquant all in Gold, like Heathen Gods Shone down the English; and to morrow, they Made Britain, India: Every man that stood, Showed like a Mine. Their Dwarfish Pages were As Cherubins, all gilt: the Madams too, Not used to toil, did almost sweat to bear The Pride upon them, that their very labour Was to them, as a Painting. Now this Mask Was cried incompareable; and th' ensuing night Made it a Fool, and Beggar. The two Kings Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst As presence did present them: Him in eye,
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I Come no more to make you laugh, Things now, That beare a Weighty, and a Serious Brow, Sad, high, and working, full of State and Woe: Such Noble Scoenes, as draw the Eye to flow We now preſent. Thoſe that can Pitty, heere May (if they thinke it well) let fall a Teare, The Subiect will deſerue it. Such as giue Their Money out of hope they may beleeue, May heere finde Truth too. Thoſe that come to ſee Onely a ſhow or two, and ſo agree, The Play may paſſe: If they be ſtill, and willing, Ile vndertake may ſee away their ſhilling Richly in two ſhort houres. Onely they That come to heare a Merry, Bawdy Play, A noyſe of Targets: Or to ſee a Fellow In a long Motley Coate, garded with Yellow, Will be deceyu'd. For gentle Hearers, know To ranke our choſen Truth with ſuch a ſhow As Foole, and Fight is, beſide forfeting Our owne Braines, and the Opinion that we bring To make that onely true, we now intend, Will leaue vs neuer an vnderſtanding Friend. Therefore, for Goodneſſe ſake, and as you are knowne The Firſt and Happiest Hearers of the Towne, Be ſad, as we would make ye. Thnkeye ſee The very Perſons of our Noble Story, As they were Liuing: Thinke you ſee them Great, And follow'd with the generall throng, and ſweat Of thouſand Friends: Then, in a moment, ſee How ſoone this Mightineſſe, meets Miſery: And if you can be merry then, Ile ſay, A Man may weepe vpon his Wedding day. GOod morrow, and well met. How haue ye done Since laſt we ſaw in France? I thanke your Grace: Healthfull, and euer ſince a freſh Admirer Of what I ſaw there. An vntimely Ague Staid me a Priſoner in my Chamber, when Thoſe Sunnes of Glory, thoſe two Lights of Men Met in the vale of Andren. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde, I was then preſent, ſaw them ſalute on Horſebacke, Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung In their Embracement, as they grew together, Which had they▪ What foure Thron'd ones could haue weigh'd Such a compounded one? All the whole time I was my Chambers Priſoner. Then you loſt The view of earthly glory: Men might ſay Till this time Pompe was ſingle, but now married To one aboue it ſelfe. Each following day Became the next dayes maſter, till the laſt Made former Wonders, it's. To day the French, All Clinquant all in Gold, like Heathen Gods Shone downe the Engliſh; and to morrow, they Made Britaine, India: Euery man that ſtood, Shewd like a Mine▪ Their Dwarfiſh Pages were As Cherubins, all gilt: the Madams too, Not vs'd to toyle, did almoſt ſweat to beare The Pride vpon them, that their very labour Was to them, as a Painting. Now this Maske Was cry'de incompareable; and th' enſuing night Made it a Foole, and Begger. The two Kings Equall in luſtre, were now beſt, now worſt As preſence did preſent them: Him in eye,