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 0.81 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
How! Is the Princess so in love with him? Indeed they say she is. Come, and eat your meat, you shall Go to bed, I know you ate weary. Sir, I cannot eat, I had rather sleep, Come then, I'll show thee to a Bed. No Sir, I'll lie upon the Rushes, I never use To lie with anybody, and I am sure Here in this house there are not many beds. Come, thou shalt lie alone; There are two beds, we two will lie together. Please Sir to leave me here, I'll go to bed. No child, I'll help thee. If he should see my breasts, I am undone; I will keep on my doublet. Go to bed sweet child, we'll leave thee. What news at Court? Sad news believe me. Why, must brave Lysander suffer today? The King hath sworn to have his head off ere Sunset. The Kingdom will be poor in such a loss, For he leaves none behind him worth his equal. ay, but is't not strange the King should grace That villain Iacomo that did betray him? His extreme love unto the Duke makes him Love Iacomo, who doth profess that he did not Discover Lysander in hope of gain; but only Out of love to the Duke's memory. At one o'th' clock he is to suffer, let us be there betimes and get a place near the Scaffold to hear his last words. How black and sorrowful this day looks! This day, in which Lysander is to suffer: Noble Lysander, to whom my Child and I Are so much bound; and yet he is the cause Of both our ruins; or rather I am cause: It was my ambition to have a Duke My Son in Law: no, it was my Clarinda's Beauty bred all this mischief, and it was The Heavens that gave Beauty to her: Why did they then not bless that gift in her, But turn it to her curse? Peace wretched man And argue not with those high powers, But wait their pleasure, and pray for their assistance, Who can yet change this scene of blood into— A scene of joy, and back return thee thy Clarinda. If't please your Lordship, my young Lady Is returned and gone again. How! She hath been in the house this hour as the maids tell me, hath changed her clothes, and's newly stolen out at the back-gate, and gone toward Lysander's prison; two of my fellows are gone after her, and I came back to tell your Lordship. And does the king's cruel resolution hold still? O Madam yes, my poor Brother must die today. And wilt not thou die with him: speak Mariana. madam, I could wish that I might not outlive him. Why sayst thou thou couldst wish, hast thou not hands? Or dost thou want a knife? if so, yet there's many ways to die. madam, how strangely do you talk.
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How! Is the Princeſſe ſo in loue with him? Indeed they ſay ſhe is. Come, and eat your meate, tyou ſhall Goe to bed, I know you ate weary. Sir, I cannot eate, I had rather ſleepe, Come then, Ile ſhew thee to a Bed. No Sir, Ile lie vpon the Ruſhes, I neuer vſe To lie with any body, and I am ſure Here in this houſe there are not many beds. Come, thou ſhalt lie alone; There are two beds, we two will lie together. Pleaſe Sir to leaue me here, Ile go to bed. No childe, Ile helpe thee. If he ſhould ſee my breaſts, I am vndone; I will keepe on my doublet. Goe to bed ſweet childe, wee'l leaue thee. What newes at Court? Sad newes belieue me. Why, muſt braue Lyſander ſuffer to day? The King hath ſworne to haue his head off ere Sun-ſet. The Kingdome will be poore in ſuch a loſſe, For he leaues none behind him worth his equall. I, but is't not ſtrange the King ſhould grace That villaine Iacomo that did betray him? His extreame loue vnto the Duke makes him Loue Iacomo, who doth profeſſe that he did not Diſcouer Lyſander in hope of gaine; but onely Out of loue to the Dukes memory. At one o'th clocke he is to ſuffer, let vs be there betimes and get a place neere the Scaffold to heare his laſt words. How blacke and ſorrowfull this day lookes! This day, in which Lyſander is to ſuffer: Noble Lyſander, to whom my Child and I Are ſo much bound; and yet hee is the cauſe Of both our ruines; or rather I am cauſe: It was my ambition to haue a Duke My Sonne in Law: no, it was my Clarinda's Beauty bred all this miſchiefe, and it was The Heauens that gaue Beauty to her: Why did they then not bleſſe that gift in her, But turne it to her curſe? Peace wretched man And argue not with thoſe high powers, But wait their pleaſure, and pray for their aſſiſtance, Who can yet change this Scoene of blood into— A Scoene of ioy, and back returne thee thy Clarinda. If't pleaſe your Lordſhip, my young Lady Is return'd and gone agen. How! She hath beene in the houſe this houre as the maids tell me, hath chang'd her cloaths, and's newly ſtolne out at the backgate, and gon toward Lyſanders priſon; two of my fellowes are gone after her, and I came back to tell your Lordſhip. And do's the Kings cruel reſolution hold ſtill? O Madam yes, my poore Brother muſt dye to day. And wilt not thou dye with him: ſpeake Mariana. Madame, I could wiſh that I might not out-liue him. Why ſayſt thou thou couldſt wiſh, haſt thou not hands? Or doſt thou want a knife? if ſo, yet there's many wayes to die. Madame, how ſtrangely doe you talke.