Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Sir, pardon me you were yourself the cause By your excessive love to him; for that made me Dissemble my affections to Lysander, Fearing to daw your frowns upon my Father, Should I have showed neglect unto the Duke. whoever was the cause, you shall not feel The punishment; the Duke did truly love you, Lady, which you shall see here in this Letter Apparently, may you see your error, And grieve to death for your past folly, In refusing the quintessence of Mankind: Read it not now, you shall have time to grieve in, He shows there in his Letter, that you are his wife, That by that means I might be drawn the sooner, To perform his will, which is, that you should Be possessed of that which was his, and so you shall If he be dead. Sir, I do utterly refuse it, all that I desire, Is that your Majesty will give me leave To depart, my griefs do so oppress me, That I am sick at heart. When you please Lady. My Lord how chanced it that you never told me That your Daughter loved Lysander? Sir, let me perish it I knew it, I am amazed to hear it now. But Sister, can you think it possible, The Princess should thus love me. Brother, I know you see it yourself, Though you will not take notice of it. Believe me Mariana, it doth grieve me much So great a Princess should be so unhappy To love a man whose heart is not his own; For he that had a heart at his disposing Could not deny to give it her. When she shall know you have another Mistria, She will call back her judgement, and quickly Free herself: but Brother, I do fear You love her too; you look and speak to her With more affection than well becomes your faith, Being promised to Clarinda. What would you have me to do? Shall I not back return those courteous looks, That she the saver of my life bestows upon me? One knocks without. I'll see who it is. How hath your brother slept tonight? Exceeding well madam; Brother, here is the Princess. Lysander, how doth your wounds? Is your pain lessened? madam, I have no pain But that I fear I never shall be able to requite This undeserved favour. Let not that trouble you; it is to me You owe the debt, and I will find some way To pay myself, that shall not make you poorer. What shall I say, each virtuous deed Rewards itself, and that's the coin with which You must be paid, or else you will be a loser. Tell me Lysander, and tell me truly, Have you a Master? I dare not lie madam. I have one that loves me equally.
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Sir, pardon me you were your ſelfe the cauſe By your exceſſiue loue to him; for that made me Diſſemble my affections to Lyſander, Fearing to daw your frownes vpon my Father, Should I haue ſhew'd neglect vnto the Duke. Who euer was the cauſe, you ſhall not feele The puniſhment; the Duke did truly loue you, Lady, which you ſhall ſee here in this Letter Apparantly, may you ſee your error, And grieue to death for your paſt folly, In refuſing the quinteſſence of Mankinde: Read it not now, you ſhall haue time to grieue in, He ſhewes there in his Letter, that you are his wife, That by that meanes I might be drawne the ſooner, To performe his will, which is, that you ſhould Be poſſeſt of that which was his, and ſo you ſhall If hee be dead. Sir, I doe vtterly refuſe it, all that I deſire, Is that your Maieſtie will giue me leaue To depart, my griefes doe ſo oppreſſe me, That I am ſicke at heart. When you pleaſe Lady. My Lord how chanc'd it that you neuer told me That your Daughter lou'd Lyſander? Sir, let me periſh it I knew it, I am amaz'd to heare it now. But Siſter, can you thinke it poſſible, The Princeſſe ſhould thus loue me. Brother, I know you ſee it your ſelfe, Though you will not take notice of it. Belieue me Mariana, it doth grieue me much So great a Princeſſe ſhould bee ſo vnhappy To loue a man whoſe heart is not his owne; For he that had a heart at his diſpoſing Could not denie to giue it her. When ſhe ſhal know you haue another Miſtria, She will call backe her iudgement, and quickly Free her ſelfe: but Brother, I doe feare You loue her too; you looke and ſpeake to her With more affection then well becomes your faith, Being promis'd to Clarinda. What would you haue me to doe? Shall I not backe returne thoſe courteous lookes, That ſhe the ſauer of my life beſtowes vpon me? One knocks without. Ile ſee who it is. How hath your brother ſlept to night? Exceeding well Madame; Brother, here is the Princeſſe. Lyſander, how doth your wounds? Is your paine leſſend? Madame, I haue no paine But that I feare I neuer ſhall be able to requite This vndeſerued fauor. Let not that trouble you; it is to me You owe the debt, and I will find ſome way To pay my ſelfe, that ſhall not make you poorer. What ſhall I ſay, each vertuous deed Rewards it ſelfe, and that's the coyne with which You muſt be paid, or elſe you will be a loſer. Tell me Lyſander, and tell me truely, Haue you a Maſter? I dare not lye Madame. I haue one that loues me equally.