Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.81 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
This Cardinal, Though from an humble Stock, undoubtedly Was fashioned to much Honor. From his Cradle He was a Scholar, and a ripe, and good one: Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty, and sour to them that loved him not: But, to those men that sought him, sweet as Summer. And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin) yet in bestowing, Madam, He was most Princely: Ever witness for him Those twins of Learning, that he raised in you, Ipswich and Oxford: one of which, fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it. The other (though unfinished) yet so Famous, So excellent in Art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his Virtue. His Overthrow, heaped Happiness upon him: For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the Blessedness of being little. And to add greater Honours to his Age Then man could give him; he died, fearing God. After my death, I wish no other Herald, No other speaker of my living Actions, To keep mine Honour, from Corruption, But such an honest Chronicler as Griffith. Whom I most hated Living, thou hast made me With thy Religious Truth, and Modesty, (Now in his Ashes) Honour: Peace be with him. Patience, be near me still, and set me lower. I have not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith, Cause the Musicians play me that sad note I named my Knell; whilst I sit meditating On that Celestial Harmony I go too. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down quiet, For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? And leave me here in wretchedness, behind ye? Madam, we are here. It is not you I call for, Saw ye none enter since I slept? None Madam. No? Saw you not even now a blessed Troop Invite me to a Banquet, whose bright faces Cast thousand beams upon me, like the Sun? They promised me eternal Happiness, And brought me Garlands (Griffith) which I feel I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall assuredly. I am most joyful Madam, such good dreams Possess your Fancy. Bid the Music leave, They are harsh and heavy to me. Do you note How much her Grace is altered on the sudden? How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks, And of an earthy cold? Mark her eyes? She is going Wench. Pray, pray. Heaven comfort her. an't like your Grace— You are a saucy Fellow, Deserve we no more Reverence? You are too blame, Knowing she will not lose her wont Greatness To use so rude behaviour. Go too, kneel. I humbly do entreat your Highness' pardon, My haste made me unmannerly. There is staying A Gentleman sent from the King, to see you. Admit him entrance Griffith. But this Fellow Let me ne'er see again. If my sight fail not, You should be Lord Ambassador from the Emperor, My Royal Nephew, and your name Capucius. Madam the same. Your Servant.
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This Cardinall, Though from an humble Stocke, vndoubtedly Was faſhion'd to much Honor. From his Cradle He was a Scholler, and a ripe, and good one: Exceeding wiſe, faire ſpoken, and perſwading: Lofty, and ſowre to them that lou'd him not: But, to thoſe men that ſought him, ſweet as Summer. And though he were vnſatisfied in getting, (Which was a ſinne) yet in beſtowing, Madam, He was moſt Princely: Euer witneſſe for him Thoſe twinnes of Learning, that he rais'd in you, Ipſwich and Oxford: one of which, fell with him, Vnwilling to out-liue the good that did it. The other (though vnfiniſh'd) yet ſo Famous, So excellent in Art, and ſtill ſo riſing, That Chriſtendome ſhall euer ſpeake his Vertue. His Ouerthrow, heap'd Happineſſe vpon him: For then, and not till then, he felt himſelfe, And found the Bleſſedneſſe of being little▪ And to adde greater Honors to his Age Then man could giue him; he dy'de, fearing God. After my death, I wiſh no other Herald, No other ſpeaker of my liuing Actions, To keepe mine Honor, from Corruption, But ſuch an honeſt Chronicler as Griffith. Whom I moſt hated Liuing, thou haſt made mee With thy Religious Truth, and Modeſtie, (Now in his Aſhes) Honor: Peace be with him. Patience, be neere me ſtill, and ſet me lower. I haue not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith, Cauſe the Muſitians play me that ſad note I nam'd my Knell; whil'ſt I ſit meditating On that Coeleſtiall Harmony I go too. She is aſleep: Good wench, let's ſit down quiet, For feare we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? And leaue me heere in wretchedneſſe, behinde ye? Madam, we are heere. It is not you I call for, Saw ye none enter ſince I ſlept? None Madam. No? Saw you not euen now a bleſſed Troope Inuite me to a Banquet, whoſe bright faces Caſt thouſand beames vpon me, like the Sun? They promis'd me eternall Happineſſe, And brought me Garlands (Griffith) which I feele I am not worthy yet to weare: I ſhall aſſuredly. I am moſt ioyfull Madam, ſuch good dreames Poſſeſſe your Fancy. Bid the Muſicke leaue, They are harſh and heauy to me. Do you note How much her Grace is alter'd on the ſodaine? How long her face is drawne? How pale ſhe lookes, And of an earthy cold? Marke her eyes? She is going Wench. Pray, pray. Heauen comfort her. And't like your Grace— You are a ſawcy Fellow, Deſerue we no more Reuerence? You are too blame, Knowing ſhe will not looſe her wonted Greatneſſe To vſe ſo rude behauiour. Go too, kneele. I humbly do entreat your Highneſſe pardon, My haſt made me vnmannerly. There is ſtaying A Gentleman ſent from the King, to ſee you. Admit him entrance Griffith. But this Fellow Let me ne're ſee againe. If my ſight faile not, You ſhould be Lord Ambaſſador from the Emperor, My Royall Nephew, and your name Capuchius. Madam the ſame. Your Seruant.