Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
You have your wish: Behold there's the full number of the Game, Kings and their Pawns, Queens, Bishops, Knights and Dukes. Dukes they're called Rooks by some. Corruptively: Le roch, the word custody de La Rock, The keeper of the forts in whom both Kings Repose much confidence, and for their trust's sake, Courage and worth do well deserve those titles. Thy answer's high, see my son and daughter. Those are two pawns the black Queen, & black Bishops. Pawns argue but poor spirits, and light performents: Nor worthy of the name of my Disciples: If I had stood so nigh I would have cut That bishop's throat, but I'd have had his place; And told the Queen a love tale in her ear, Would have made her best pulse dance, there's elixir Of brain, and spirit amongst 'em. Why? would you have 'em play against themselves. That's quite against the Game (Ignatius.) Pish, I would rule myself, not observe rule. Why you you'd play a game all by yourself. I would do any thing to rule alone, 'tis rare to have the world ruled in by one. See'em anon, and view 'em in their play, Observe as in a dance they glide away. Oh with what longing will this breast be tossed, Until I see this great Game won and lost. I Never see that face, but my pity rises, When I behold so clear a Masterpiece Of heaven's art, wrought out of dust and ashes, In that not ours, but the Daughter of Heresy: My soul bleeds at mine eyes. Where should truth speak If not in such a sorrow? they're tears plainly: Beshrew me if she weep not heartily? What is my peace to her to take such pains in't? If I wander to loss, and with broad eyes Yet miss the path she ran blindfold in. (Through often exercise) why should my oversight, Though in the game that ere Christian lost, Raise the least spring of pity in her eye, 'tis doubtless a great charity, and no virtue, Could win me surer. Blessed things prevail with't, If ever goodness made a gracious promise, It is in yonder look, what little pains Would build a Fort for virtue to all memory In that sweet creature, were the groundwork firmer. It has been all my glory to be firm, In what I have professed. That is the enemy That steals your strength away, and fights against you, Disarms your soul, even in that heat of battle: Your firmness that way, makes you more infirm, For the right Christian conflict; there I spied A zealous primitive sparkle, but now slew, From your devoted eyes: Able to blow up all the Heresies That ever sat in Council with your spirit; And here comes he whose Sanctimonious breath, Can make that spark a flame: list to him (virgin) At whose first entrance Princes will prostrate: Women are weaker Vessels. By my penitence A comely presentation, and the habit To admiration reverend.
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You haue your wiſh: Behold ther's the full number of the Game, Kings and their Pawnes, Queenes, Biſhops, Kinghts and Dukes. Dukes they're cald Rookes by ſome. Corruptiuely: Le roch, the word cuſtodie de La Rock, The keeper of the forts in whom both Kings Repoſe much confidence, and for their truſt ſake, Courage and worth do well deſerue thoſe titles. Thy anſwer's high, ſee my ſon and daughter. Thoſe are two pawnes the black Queen, & black Biſhops. Pawnes argue but poore ſpirits, and light performents: Nor worthie of the name of my Diſciples: If I had ſtood ſo nigh I would haue cut That Biſhops throat, but I'd haue had his place; And told the Queene a loue tale in her eare, Would haue made her beſt pulce daunce, there's elixar Of braine, and ſpirit amongſt em. Why? would you haue em play againſt themſelues. That's quite againſt the Game (Ignatius.) Piſh, I would rule my ſelfe, not obſerue rule. Why you yould play a game all by your ſelfe. I would do any thing to rule alone, Tis rare to haue the world rulde in by one. See'em anon, and view em in their play, Obſerue as in a dance they glide away. Oh with what longing will this breſt be toſt, Vntill I ſee this great Game won and loſt. I Neuer ſee that face, but my pitty riſes, When I behold ſo cleare a Maiſter-peece Of Heauens arte, wrought out of duſt and aſhes, In that not ours, but the Daughter of Hereſie: My ſoule bleeds at mine eyes. Where ſhould truth ſpeake If not in ſuch a ſorrow? they're teares plainly: Beſhrew me if ſhe weepe not hartily? What is my peace to her to take ſuch paynes in't? If I wander to loſſe, and with broad eyes Yet miſſe the path ſhe ranne blind-fold in. (Through often exerciſe) why ſhold my ouer-ſight, Though in the game that ere Chriſtian loſt, Rayſe the leaſt ſpring of pitty in her eye, Tis doubtleſſe a great charity, and no vertue, Could winne me ſurer. Bleſſed things preuaile with't, If euer goodneſſe made a gracious promiſe, It is in yonder looke, what little paines Would build a Fort for vertue to all memory In that ſweet creature, were the ground-worke firmer. It has beene all my glory to be firme, In what I haue profeſt. That is the enemy That ſteales your ſtrength away, and fights againſt you, Diſarmes your ſoule, euen in that heate of battle: Your firmnes that way, makes you more infirme, For the right Chriſtian conflict▪ there I ſpied A zealous primitiue ſparkle, but now ſlew, From your deuoted eyes: Able to blow vp all the Hereſies That euer ſate in Councell with your ſpirit; And here comes he whoſe Sanctimonious breath, Can make that ſparke a flame: liſt to him (virgin) At whoſe firſt entrance Princes will proſtrate: Weomen are weaker Veſſells. By my paenitence A comely preſentation, and the habit To admiration reuerend.