Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.75 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
She is a Lady of that noble Spirit, That she wants nothing but the person of a Man To be one, her heart being equal To the most valiant, with these eyes I saw her, (The King her brother being in the Forest) Break from the company, and pursue a wolf, Which the hounds following of a Stag, Did bring out of a thicket, and being well horsed, She plied him with so many wounding shafts, That he at length was forced to stay his course, And seeing there was no way to scape by flight, He turned', for to revenge the wounds he had Received, in which he showed himself a beast indeed And led by brutish fury; for had he been Endued with reason, he'd have ta'en the wounds She gave for favours, and kissed the instrument, That honoured him with death from her fair hand. My Lord, 'tis strange a woman should do this. I was the nearest, but ere I could come in She had cut off his head, the service That I could do her, was to carry to the King Her brother, that Trophy of her Victory, Whilst she followed the hounds, and so fled From the hearing of her own just praises, Which all with admiration did bestow upon her. But that your Grace doth tell it, I should not think a woman could do this. My Lord, did I love you so well as to be jealous, These praises of the Princess, were apt food For it to feed on. madam, I honour her as the beloved Sister Of my Sovereign; but adore you as my Goddess, At whose blessed shrine, I offer up my life, and fortunes. My Lord, I should account it as the most acceptable Service that you could do, to bring me to kiss the hands Of this much to be admired Lady. madam, once every week She comes to see the King, And the King every time he hunts, fails not To see her, when next she comes to the Court, I will wait upon you to her. What is the reason She lives not with her brother at the Court, Since he so dearly loves her as they say? It's certain no Brother loves a Sister better, For there's no Brother hath a Sister so worthy, You having never a Brother. My Lord, 'tis late; And though heretofore the company of a Father Were a sufficient buckler to bear off slanders darts; Yet now world is changed, grown so vicious, That Fathers are become the likeliest Instruments Of sin, and women are not to satisfy themselves Alone, with being good; but they must give the world A firm belief of all their actions, That they are so; there may be some seeing me here Thus late, that will not stick to say, my honour Is the bribe paid for my Father's restoration.
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She is a Lady of that noble Spirit, That ſhe wants nothing but the perſon of a Man To be one, her heart being equall To the moſt valiant, with theſe eyes I ſaw her, (The King her brother being in the Forreſt) Breake from the company, and purſue a wolfe, Which the hounds following of a Stagge, Did bring out of a thicket, and being well horſt, She ply'd him with ſo many wounding ſhafts, That he at length was forc'd to ſtay his courſe, And ſeing there was no way to ſcape by flight, He turnd', for to reuenge the wounds he had Receiu'd, in which he ſhew'd himſelfe a beaſt indeed And led by bruitiſh fury; for had he beene Indew'd with reaſon, hee'd haue tane the wounds She gaue for fauors, and kiſt the inſtrument, That honour'd him with death from her faire hand. My Lord, 'tis ſtrange a woman ſhould do this. I was the near'ſt, but ere I could come in She had cut off his head, the ſeruice That I could doe her, was to carry to the King Her brother, that Trophee of her Victory, Whilſt ſhe followed the hownds, and ſo fled From the hearing of her owne iuſt praiſes, Which all with admiration did beſtow vpon her. But that your Grace doth tell it, I ſhould not thinke a woman could doe this. My Lord, did I loue you ſo well as to be iealous, Theſe praiſes of the Princeſſe, were apt food For it to feed on. Madame, I honour her as the beloued Siſter Of my Soueraigne; but adore you as my Goddeſſe, At whoſe bleſt ſhrine, I offer vp my life, and fortunes. My Lord, I ſhould accompt it as the moſt acceptable Seruice that you could doe, to bring me to kiſſe the hands Of this much to be admir'd Lady. Madame, once euery week She comes to ſee the King, And the King euery time he hunts, failes not To ſee her, when next ſhe comes to the Court, I will wait vpon you to her. What is the reaſon She liues not with her brother at the Court, Since he ſo dearly loues her as they ſay? It's certaine no Brother loues a Siſter better, For there's no Brother hath a Siſter ſo worthy, You hauing neuer a Brother. My Lord, 'tis late; And though heretofore the company of a Father Were a ſufficient buckler to beare off ſlanders darts; Yet now world is ehanged, growne ſo vicious, That Fathers are become the likelieſt Inſtruments Of ſin, and women are not to ſatisfie themſelues Alone, with being good; but they muſt giue the world A firme beliefe of all their actions, That they are ſo; there may be ſome ſeing me here Thus late, that will not ſticke to ſay, my honour Is the bribe paid for my Fathers reſtoration.