Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Let Heavens blessings Be no longer mine, than I am thy sure one: The dove's house is not safer in the Rock, Than thou in my firm bosom. I am blessed in't. Is it that lump of rank ingratitude, Swelled with the poison of Hypocrisy: Could he be so malicious, h'as partaken Of the sweet fertile blessings of our Kingdom, Bishop Thou hast done our White House gracious service, And worthy the fair reverence of thy place: For (thee black Holiness) that works out thy death, As the blind mole the properest son of earth, Who in casting his ambitious hills up, Is often taken and destroyed in the midst Of his advanced work: 'twere well with thee, If like that verminous labourer, which thou imitatest In bills of pride and malice, when death puts thee up, The silent grave might prove the bag for ever: No deeper pit than that for thy vain hope Of the white Knight, and his most firm assistant, Two princely pieces, which I know thy thoughts Give lost for ever now, my strong assurance Of their fixed virtues, could you let in seas Of populous untruths against that Fort, 'Twould burst the proudest billows. My fear's passed then. Fear? you were never guilty of an injury To goodness, but in that. It stayed not with me (sir.) It was too much, if it usurped a thought, Place a strong guard there. Confidence is set (sir.) Take that prize hence (you reverend of men) Put covetousness into the bag again. The Bag had need be sound, or it goes to wrack, Sin and my weight will make a strong one crack. HOld, hold, Is the black bishop's pawn, the Jesuit Planted for his consecration? Ecce triumphanti, Me fixum Caesaris Arte. Art there (my holy boy) sirrah, Bishop Tumbrle is snapped i'th' Bag by this time. Heretici pereant sic. All Latin: Sure the Oration hath infected him: Away, away make haste: they are coming. Si quid mortalibus, in vnquam oculis hilarem Et gratum aperuit diem: Si quid permantibus Amicorum Animis gaudium attulit perperitùr Laetitiam (Eques candidissime pralucentissime, Falscom profecto tuum a Dome Candoris ad Domum Nigritudinis Accessum promisse peperisse, at tulisse fatemur: Omnes aduentus Tui Conflagrantissimi, omni qua Possumus laetitia, Gaudio, Congratulatione, Acclamations Animis observantissimis, Affectibus divotissimis, obsequijs Uenerabundis Te Sospitim congratulamur? (Sir) in this short congratulatory speech, You may conceive how the whole House affects you. The Colleges and Sanctimonious seed plots. 'Tis clear and so acknowledged royal (Sir.) What Honours, Pleasures, Rarities, Delights Your noble thought can think. Your fair eye fix on That's comprehended in the spacious circuit Of our black Kingdom, they are your servants all. How amply you endear us? They are favours that equally enrich the Royal Giver. As the receiver in the free donation. Hark, To enlarge your welcome: from all parts Is heard sweet-sounding airs, abstruse things Open of voluntary freeness: And yond Altar, The seat of adoration, seems t'adore, The virtues you bring with you.
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Let Heauens bleſſings Be no longer mine, then I am thy ſure one: The Doues houſe is not ſafer in the Rocke, Then thou in my firme boſome. I am bleſſ'd in't. Is it that lumpe of ranke ingratitu de, Swell'd with the poyſon of Hypocriſie: Could he be ſo malicious, h'as pertaken Of the ſweet firtile bleſſings of our Kingdome, Biſhop Thou haſt done our White Houſe gracious ſeruice, And worthy the faire reuerence of thy place: For (thee black Holineſſe) that workes out thy death, As the blind Moale the prop'reſt ſonne of earth, Who in caſting his ambitious hills vp, Is often taken and deſtroyed in the midſt Of his aduanc'd worke: 'twere well with thee, If like that verminous labourer, which thou imitateſt In bils of pride and malice, when death puts thee vp, The ſilent graue might prooue the bag for euer: No deeper pit then that for thy vaine ho pe Of the white Knight, and his moſt firme aſſiſtant, Two princely peeces, which I know thy thoughts Giue loſt for euer now, my ſtrong aſſurance Of their fixt vertues, could you let in ſeas Of populous vntruthes againſt that Fort, 'Twould burſt the proudeſt billowes. My feare's paſt then. Feare? you were neuer guilty of an injury To goodneſſe, but in that. It ſtayd not with me (ſir.) It was too much, if it vſurp'd a thought, Place a ſtrong guard there. Confidence is ſet (ſir.) Take that prize hence (you reuerend of men) Put couetouſnes into the bag againe. The Bag had need be ſound, or it goes to wracke, Sinne and my weight will make a ſtrong one cracke. HOld, hold, Is the blacke Biſhops pawne, the Ieſuite Planted for his conſecration? Ecce triumphanti, Me fixum Caeſaris Arte. Art there (my holy boy) ſirah, Biſhop Tumbrle is ſnapt ith' Bag by this time. Heretici pereant ſic. All Latin: Sure the Oration hath infected him: Away, away make haſt: they are comming. Si quid mortalibus, in vnquam oculis hilarem Et gratum aperuit diem: Si quid permantibus Amicorum Animis gaudium attulit perperitùr Laetitiam (Eques candidiſſime pralucentiſſime, Falicm profecto tuum a Dome Candoris ad Domum Nigritudinis Acceſſum promiſſsſſe peperiſſe, at tuliſſe fatemur: Omnes aduentus Tui Conflagrantiſſimi, omni qua Poſſumus laetitia, Gaudio, Congratulatione, Acclamations Animis obſeruantiſſimis, Affectibus diuotiſſimis, obſequijs Uenerabundis Te Soſpitim congratulamur? (Sir) in this ſhort congratulatory ſpeech, You may conceiue how the whole Houſe affects you. The Colledges and Sanctimonious ſeed plots. 'Tis cleare and ſo acknowledged royoll (Sir.) What Honors, Pleaſures, Rarities, Delights Your noble thought can thinke. Your faire eye fix on That's comprehended in the ſpacious circuit Of our blacke Kingdome, they are your ſeruants all. How amply you indeere vs? They are fauours that equally inrich the Royall Giuer. As the receiuer in the free donation. Harke, To inlarge your welcome: from all parts Is heard ſweet-ſounding aires, abſtruſe things Open of voluntary freenes: And yond Altar, The ſeate of adoration, ſeemes t'adore, The vertues you bring with you.