Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
It may well be, There is a mutiny in's mind. This morning, Papers of State he sent me, to peruse As I required: and wots you what I found There (on my Conscience put unwittingly) Forsooth an Inventory, thus importing The several parcels of his Plate his Treasure, Rich Stuffs and Ornaments of Household, which I find at such proud Rate, that it outspeaks Possession of a Subject. It's Heaven's will, Some Spirit put this paper in the Packet, To bless your eye withal. If we did think His Contemplation wore above the earth, And fixed on Spiritual object, he should still Dwell in his Muse, but I am afraid His Think are below the Moon, not worth His serious considering. Heaven forgive me, Ever God bless your Highness. Good my Lord, You are full of Heavenly stuff, and bear the Inventory Of your best Graces, in your mind; the which You were now running o'er: you have scarce time To steal from Spiritual leisure, a brief span To keep your earthly Audit, sure in that I deem you an ill Husband, and am galled To have you therein my Companion. Sir, For Holy Offices I have a time; a time To think upon the part of business, which I bear i' th' State: and Nature does require Her times of preservation, which perforce I her frail son, amongst my Brethren mortal, Must give my tendance to. You have said well. And ever may your Highness' yoke together, (As I will lend you cause) my doing well, With my well saying. 'Tis well said again, And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well, And yet words are no deeds. My Father loved you, He said he did, and with his deed did Crown His word upon you. Since I had my Office, I have kept you next my Heart, have not alone Employed you where high Profits might come home, But pared my present Have, to bestow My Bounties upon you. What should this mean? The Lord increase this business. Have I not made you The prime man of the State? I pray you tell me. If what I now pronounce, you have found true: And if you may confess it, say withal If you are bound to us, or no. What say you? My Sovereign, I confess your Royal graces Showered on me daily, have been more than could My studied purposes requite, which went Beyond all man's endeavours. My endeavours, Have ever come too short of my Desires, Yet filled with my Abilities: Mine own ends Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed To ' th' good of your most Sacred Person, and The profit of the State. For your great Graces Heaped upon me (poor Undeserver) I Can nothing render but Allegiant thankes, My prayers to heaven for you; my Loyalty Which ever has, and ever shall be growing, Till death (that Winter) kill it.
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It may well be, There is a mutiny in's minde. This morning, Papers of State he ſent me, to peruſe As I requir'd: and wot you what I found There (on my Conſcience put vnwittingly) Forſooth an Inuentory, thus importing The ſeuerall parcels of his Plate his Treaſure, Rich Stuffes and Ornaments of Houſhold, which I finde at ſuch proud Rate, that it out-ſpeakes Poſſeſſion of a Subiect. It's Heauens will, Some Spirit put this paper in the Packet, To bleſſe your eye withall. If we did thinke His Contemplation wre aboue the earth, And fixt on Spirituall obiect, he ſhould ſtill Dwell in his Muſings, but I am affraid His Thinkings are below the Moone, not worth His ſerious conſidering. Heauen forgiue me, Euer God bleſſe your Highneſſe. Good my Lord, You are full of Heauenly ſtuffe, and beare the Inuentory Of your beſt Graces, in your minde; the which You were now running o're: you haue ſcarſe time To ſteale from Spirituall leyſure, a briefe ſpan To keepe your earthly Audit, ſure in that I deeme you an ill Husband, and am gald To haue you therein my Companion. Sir, For Holy Offices I haue a time; a time To thinke vpon the part of buſineſſe, which I beare i' th' State: and Nature does require Her times of preſeruation, which perforce I her fraile ſonne, among'ſt my Brethren mortall, Muſt giue my tendance to. You haue ſaid well. And euer may your Highneſſe yoake together, (As I will lend you cauſe) my doing well, With my well ſaying. 'Tis well ſaid agen, And 'tis a kinde of good deede to ſay well, And yet words are no deeds. My Father lou'd you, He ſaid he did, and with his deed did Crowne His word vpon you. Since I had my Office, I haue kept you next my Heart, haue not alone Imploy'd you where high Profits might come home, But par'd my preſent Hauings, to beſtow My Bounties vpon you. What ſhould this meane? The Lord increaſe this buſineſſe. Haue I not made you The prime man of the State? I pray you tell me. If what I now pronounce, you haue found true▪ And if you may confeſſe it, ſay withall If you are bound to vs, or no. What ſay you? My Soueraigne, I confeſſe your Royall graces Showr'd on me daily, haue bene more then could My ſtudied purpoſes requite, which went Beyond all mans endeauors. My endeauors, Haue euer come too ſhort of my Deſires, Yet fill'd with my Abilities: Mine owne ends Haue beene mine ſo, that euermore they pointed To' th' good of your moſt Sacred Perſon, and The profit of the State. For your great Graces Heap'd vpon me (poore Vndeſeruer) I Can nothing render but Allegiant thankes, My Prayres to heauen for you; my Loyaltie Which euer ha's, and euer ſhall be growing, Till death (that Winter) kill it.