Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Dear Clarinda, give me not a surfeit. I fear the King will here consent. But good Sir, What made you desire me to beg your pardon. Or what made you conceal yourself so long? My Lord, I'll tell you; Your Lordship may remember, for it is not Five years since, that this my Friend, the Count Utrante and myself, were both suspected For poisoning of your child, because we were His profest Enemies; especially myself, Which made me fly, though I were innocent, For it was known to many, that the villain Killed him for's own particular revenge Yet my wicked Brother there, persuaded the fellow At his death to say, that we had set him on And got another rascal to witness with him That it was true; my friend, not having so great Enemies, did stay to justify himself, And for his pains was laid in prison, and kept there For his lands, till you got him released, And yet he was never brought unto his trial; ay, ere I left this Country, did leave this Cabinet With my son, or rather yours, and withal The charge of looking in it when he should Be married. After many a weary step abroad, I came home to my Country, and in disguise Have lived here in the Forest, and saw my friends Full often, although they knew not me; And having this occasion of doing your Lordship Service, I thought it would be a sure means To get my pardon; especially when things Were grown unto the extremest point Of danger, I knew a timely remedy would be Most welcome then of all, and that made me Conceal myself so long. We are resolved. My Lord, I freely pardon you, for I believe It was indeed a lie, invented by your wicked Brother, whom I do give you power to punish As you think good. My Lord, I then desire He may be kept a prisoner all his life; For should he have his liberty, I know He would do mischief that we should all Repent of. Brother, thou art wise, Thou shouldst have been the first that should Have felt mine anger. Away with him. I dare not speak for thee thou art so great A Villain. Come, let us set forwards to the Temple. And pray the Gods to shower a blessing Upon this Couple;- What means my Sister? Thus Sir, Lysander and myself have made a solemn Contract, and with our bloods we'll seal it, Either to go thus to the Temple to be married, Or to the grave. How Sister! What is it Sir, in your opinion, makes Lysander unworthy of me. His blood compared with yours, is base. But Sir, his mind's heroic, And who will compare the servant with the Master? The Body is no more unto the Mind. What would you marry with a Subject? Who would not Marry with a Subject that is a King of Virtues, Rather than with a King that's governed By his Vices?
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Deare Clarinda, giue me not a ſurfet. I feare the King will here conſent. But good Sir, What made you deſire me to beg your pardon. Or what made you conceale your ſelfe ſo long? My Lord, Ile tell you; Your Lordſhip may remember, for it is not Fiue yeares ſince, that this my Friend, the Count Ʋtrante and my ſelfe, were both ſuſpected For poyſoning of your , becauſe we were His profeſt Enemies; eſpecially my ſelfe, Which made me flye, though I were innocent▪ For it was knowne to many, that the villaine Kild him for's owne particular reuenge Yet my wicked Brother there, perſwaded the fellow At his death to ſay, that we had ſet him on And got another raſcall to witneſſe with him That it was true; my friend, not hauing ſo great Enemies, did ſtay to iuſtifie himſelfe, And for his paines was laid in priſon, and kept there For his lands, till you got him releaſt, And yet he was neuer brought vnto his tryall; I, ere I left this Country, did leaue this Cabinet With my ſonne, or rather yours, and withall The charge of looking in it when he ſhould Be married. After many a weary ſtep abroad, I came home to my Countrey, and in diſguiſe Haue liu'd here in the Forreſt, and ſaw my friends Full often, although they knew not mee; And hauing this occaſion of doing your Lordſhip Seruice, I thought it would be a ſure meanes To get my pardon; eſpecially when things Were growne vnto the extreameſt poynt Of danger, I knew a timely remedy would be Moſt welcome then of all, and that made me Conceale my ſelfe ſo long. We are reſolu'd. My Lord, I freely pardon you, for I belieue It was indeed a lye, inuented by your wicked Brother, whom I doe giue you power to puniſh As you thinke good. My Lord, I then deſire He may be kept a priſoner all his life; For ſhould he haue his liberty, I know He would doe miſchiefe that we ſhould all Repent of. Brother, thou art wiſe, Thou ſhouldſt haue beene the firſt that ſhould Haue felt mine anger. Away with him. I dare not ſpeake for thee thou art ſo great A Villaine. Come, let vs ſet forwards to the Temple. And pray the Gods to ſhower a bleſſing Tpon this Couple; - What meanes my Siſter? Thus Sir, Lyſander and my ſelfe haue made a ſolemne Contract, and with our bloods wee'l ſeale it, Either to goe thus to the Temple to be married, Or to the graue. How Siſter! What is it Sir, in your opinion, makes Lyſander vnworthy of me. His blood compard with yours, is baſe. But Sir, his mind's heroicke, And who will compare the ſeruant with the Maſter? The Body is no more vnto the Minde. What would you marry with a Subiect? Who would not Marry with a Subiect that is a King of Vertues, Rather then with a King that's gouern'd By his Vices?