Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Orpheus' with his Lute made Trees, And the Mountain tops that frieze, Bow themselves when he did sing. To his Music, Plants and Flowers Ever sprung; as Sun and Showers, There had made a lasting Spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the Billows of the Sea, Hung their heads, & then lay by. In sweet Music is such Art, Killing care, & grief of heart, Fall asleep, or hearing dye. How now? an't please your Grace, the two great Cardinals Wait in the presence. Would they speak with me? They wiled me say so Madam. Pray their Graces To come near: what can be their business With me, a poor weak woman, fall'n from favour? I do not like their coming; now I think on't, They should be good men, their affairs as righteous: But all Hoods, make not Monks. Peace to your Highness. Your Graces find me here part of a Housewife, (I would be all) against the worst may happen: What are your pleasures with me, reverent Lords? May it please you Noble Madam, to withdraw Into your private Chamber; we shall give you The full cause of our coming. Speak it here. There's nothing I have done yet o' my Conscience Deserves a Corner: would all other Women Can speak this with as free a Soul as I do. My Lords, I care not (so much I am happy Above a number) if my actions Were tried by every tongue, every eye saw 'em, Envy and base opinion set against 'em, I know my life so even. If your business Seek me out, and that way I am Wife in; Out with it boldly: Truth loves open dealing. Tanta est erga te mentis integritas Regina serenissima. O good my Lord, no Latin; I am not such a Truant since my coming, As not to know the Language I have lived in: A strange Tongue makes my cause more strange, suspicious: Pray speak in English; here are some will thank you, If you speak truth, for their poor Mistress sake; Believe me she has had much wrong. Lord Cardinal, The willingest sin I ever yet committed, May be absolved in English. Noble Lady, I am sorry my integrity shoul breed, (And service to his Majesty and you) So deep suspicion, where all faith was meant; We come not by the way of Accusation, To taint that honour every good Tongue blesses; Nor to betray you any way to sorrow; You have too much good Lady: But to know How you stand minded in the weighty difference Between the King and you, and to deliver (Like free and honest men) our just opinions, And comforts to our cause. Most honoured Madam, My Lord of York, out of his Noble nature, Zeal and obedience he still bore your Grace, Forgetting (like a good man) your late Censure Both of his truth and him (which was too far) Offers, as I do, in a sign of peace, His Service, and his Counsel.
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ORpheus with his Lute made Trees, And the Mountaine tops that freeze, Bow themſelues when he did ſing. To his Muſicke, Plants and Flowers Euer ſprung; as Sunne and Showers, There had made a laſting Spring. Euery thing that heard him play, Euen the Billowes of the Sea, Hung their heads, & then lay by. In ſweet Muſicke is ſuch Art, Killing care, & griefe of heart, Fall aſleepe, or hearing dye. How now? And't pleaſe your Grace, the two great Cardinals Wait in the preſence. Would they ſpeake with me? They wil'd me ſay ſo Madam. Pray their Graces To come neere: what can be their buſines With me, a poore weake woman, falne from fauour? I doe not like their comming; now I thinke on't, They ſhould bee good men, their affaires as righteous: But all Hoods, make not Monkes. Peace to your Highneſſe. Your Graces find me heere part of a Houſwife, (I would be all) againſt the worſt may happen: What are your pleaſures with me, reuerent Lords? May it pleaſe you Noble Madam, to withdraw Into your priuate Chamber; we ſhall giue you The full cauſe of our comming. Speake it heere. There's nothing I haue done yet o' my Conſcience Deſerues a Corner: would all other Women Could ſpeake this with as free a Soule as I doe. My Lords, I care not (ſo much I am happy Aboue a number) if my actions Were tri'de by eu'ry tongue, eu'ry eye ſaw 'em, Enuy and baſe opinion ſet againſt 'em, I know my life ſo euen. If your buſines Seeke me out, and that way I am Wife in; Out with it boldly: Truth loues open dealing. Tanta eſt erga te mentis integritas Regina ſereniſſima. O good my Lord, no Latin; I am not ſuch a Truant ſince my comming, As not to know the Language I haue liu'd in: A ſtrange Tongue makes my cauſe more ſtrange, ſuſpitious: Pray ſpeake in Engliſh; heere are ſome will thanke you, If you ſpeake truth, for their poore Miſtris ſake; Beleeue me ſhe ha's had much wrong. Lord Cardinall, The willing'ſt ſinne I euer yet committed, May be abſolu'd in Engliſh. Noble Lady, I am ſorry my integrity ſhoul breed, (And ſeruice to his Maieſty and you) So deepe ſuſpition, where all faith was meant; We come not by the way of Accuſation, To taint that honour euery good Tongue bleſſes; Nor to betray you any way to ſorrow; You haue too much good Lady: But to know How you ſtand minded in the waighty difference Betweene the King and you, and to deliuer (Like free and honeſt men) our iuſt opinions, And comforts to our cauſe. Moſt honour'd Madam, My Lord of Yorke, out of his Noble nature, Zeale and obedience he ſtill bore your Grace, Forgetting (like a good man) your late Cenſure Both of his truth and him (which was too farre) Offers, as I doe, in a ſigne of peace, His Seruice, and his Counſell.