Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
You do seem to know Something of me, or what concerns me; pray you Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more Than to be sure they do. For Certainties Either are past remedies; or timely knowing, The remedy then borne. Discover to me What both you spur and stop. Had I this cheek To bathe my lips upon: this hand, whose touch, (Whose every touch) would force the Feelers soul To ' th' oath of loyalty. This obiect, which Takes prisoner the wild motion of mine eye, Firing it only here, should I (damned then) Slawer with lips as common as the stairs That mount the Capitol: join gripes, with hands Made hard with hourly falsehood (falsehood as With labour:) then by peeping in an eye Base and illustrious as the smoky light That's fed with stinking Tallow: it were fit That all the plagues of Hell should at one time Encounter such revolt. My Lord, I fear Has forgot Britain. And himself, not I Inclined to this intelligence, pronounce The Beggary of his change: but 'tis your Graces That from my mutest Conscience, to my tongue, Charms this report out. Let me hear no more. O dearest Soul: your Cause doth strike my hart With pity, that doth make me sick. A Lady So fair, and fastened to an Empery Would make the great'st King double, to be partnered With Tomboys hired, with that self exhibition Which your own Coffers yield: with diseased ventures That play with all Infirmities for Gold, Which rottenness can lend Nature. Such boiled stuff As well might poison Poison. Be revenged, Or she that bore you, was no Queen, and you Recoil from your great Stock. Revenged: How should I be revenged? If this be true, (As I have such a Heart, that both mine ears Must not in haste abuse) if it be true, How should I be revenged? Should he make me Live like Diana's Priest, betwixt cold sheets, Whiles he is vaulting variable Ramps In your despite, upon your purse: revenge it. I dedicate myself to your sweet pleasure, More Noble than that runagate to your bed, And will continue fast to your Affection, Still close, as sure. What hoa, Pisanio? Let me my service tender on your lips. Away, I do condemn mine ears, that have So long attended thee. If thou wert Honourable Thou wouldst have told this tale for Virtue, not For such an end thou seekest, as base, as strange: Thou wrong'st a Gentleman, who is as far From thy report, as thou from Honour: and Solicits here a Lady, that disdains Thee, and the Devil alike. What hoa, Pisanio? The King my Father shall be made acquainted Of thy Assault: if he shall think it fit, A saucy Stranger in his Court, to Mart As in a Romish Stew, and to expound His beastly mind to us; he hath a Court He little cares for, and a Daughter, who He not respects at all. What hoa, Pisanio?
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You do ſeeme to know Something of me, or what concernes me; pray you Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more Then to be ſure they do. For Certainties Either are paſt remedies; or timely knowing, The remedy then borne. Diſcouer to me What both you ſpur and ſtop. Had I this cheeke To bathe my lips vpon: this hand, whoſe touch, (Whoſe euery touch) would force the Feelers ſoule To' th' oath of loyalty. This obect, which Takes priſoner the wild motion of mine eye, Fiering it onely heere, ſhould I (damn'd then) Slauuer with lippes as common as the ſtayres That mount the Capitoll: Ioyne gripes, with hands Made hard with hourely falſhood (falſhood as With labour:) then by peeping in an eye Baſe and illuſtrious as the ſmoakie light That's fed with ſtinking Tallow: it were fit That all the plagues of Hell ſhould at one time Encounter ſuch reuolt. My Lord, I feare Has forgot Brittaine. And himſelfe, not I Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce The Beggery of his change: but 'tis your Graces That from my muteſt Conſcience, to my tongue, Charmes this report out. Let me heare no more. O deereſt Soule: your Cauſe doth ſtrike my hart With pitty, that doth make me ſicke. A Lady So faire, and faſten'd to an Emperie Would make the great'ſt King double, to be partner'd With Tomboyes hyr'd, with that ſelfe exhibition Which your owne Coffers yeeld: with diſeas'd ventures That play with all Infirmities for Gold, Which rottenneſſe can lend Nature. Such boyl'd ſtuffe As well might poyſon Poyſon. Be reueng'd, Or ſhe that bore you, was no Queene, and you Recoyle from your great Stocke. Reueng'd: How ſhould I be reueng'd? If this be true, (As I haue ſuch a Heart, that both mine eares Muſt not in haſte abuſe) if it be true, How ſhould I be reueng'd? Should he make me Liue like Diana's Prieſt, betwixt cold ſheets, Whiles he is vaulting variable Rampes In your deſpight, vpon your purſe: reuenge it. I dedicate my ſelfe to your ſweet pleaſure, More Noble then that runnagate to your bed, And will continue faſt to your Affection, Still cloſe, as ſure. What hoa, Piſanio? Let me my ſeruice tender on your lippes. Away, I do condemne mine eares, that haue So long attended thee. If thou wert Honourable Thou would'ſt haue told this tale for Vertue, not For ſuch an end thou ſeek'ſt, as baſe, as ſtrange: Thou wrong'ſt a Gentleman, who is as farre From thy report, as thou from Honor: and Solicites heere a Lady, that diſdaines Thee, and the Diuell alike. What hoa, Piſanio? The King my Father ſhall be made acquainted Of thy Aſſault: if he ſhall thinke it fit, A ſawcy Stranger in his Court, to Mart As in a Romiſh Stew, and to expound His beaſtly minde to vs; he hath a Court He little cares for, and a Daughter, who He not reſpects at all. What hoa, Piſanio?