Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Oct 2] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.77 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
THis puzzles my belief: the sickly Moon Hath not yet twice expired her usual 〈◊〉 Since you did mingle Souls, and can 〈◊〉 That she so soon recoils from grace Harmonious quiet of your bed? My Dear Mervolle she is lost: As well may I Collect the scattered winds into a bag, Or from the watery surface scrape the gilt Reflections of the Sun, as bring her heart Within the quiet list of wives that will Obey and love. Can the Duke (her Uncle) Give an encouragement to her revolt, Maintain the females Charter 'gainst the male? Him, and his supreme title she still 〈◊〉 To justify the glory of her birth, And then recites the Villages and wealth, She brought to me for dowry, in parallel With what I formerly possessed, she doth Affront my memory with stories of My lean and niggard fate, and urging then Her vast supplies, doth challenge leave to call Her pride and rigour just. This grief is of Sad quality! The heart hangs heavy on The strings, when it alone contains the cause And knowledge of its weight: for troubled winds In their dispersion lose their strength; so griefs, Whilst theyare revealed, diminish from themselves. But the calamities, that do perplex The Nuptial bed, are of a property Recluse, and must be hidden even from friends: For on such secrets Fame doth feed with fierce, And meager appetite, and as swift Fame Doth travail with them, they increase. So much Commerce I have with humane Arts, that I Can steep my Gall in my own tears; and make That salt which she intended bitter; Show Her crime to spring, not from poisoned malice, But from the feminine mistakes of wit: For modern Courts now preach, wit doth reside In ladies' subtle riots, and their pride. Behold your brother (sir) whose safe return, This morn I mentioned to your ear— Thy growth Hath so o'erreached my sight, that I'm estranged To my best blood: and but, thy figure in My heart I wear (by which my memory's Informed) I should not know I had thee here— I reckon this the chief delight I have Received on Earth. And (sir) your love is of Such sovereign quality, a little soon Will overcharge my sense. Give but a part To me, the rest confer upon my friends— Who, though in withered habits, do deserve, Society with Kings: for never yet, Did bolder Soldiers listen to the Drum. Gentlemen, ye shall enrich my knowledge— Noble Signior, unprofitable love Is all our wealth— But we'll contrive ourselves For your best use.— I've said, consider them Within; their weeds are overgrown and cheap. Brother (howe'er wise fate may answer it) methinks, these your own robes are not o'th' right Tyrian die; nor hath the rich weight of your Tall Plume the ostrich robbed of both her wings.
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THis puzles my beliefe: the ſickly Moone Hath not yet twice expir'd her vſuall Since you did mingle Soules, and can That ſhe ſo ſoone recoyles from grac Harmonious quiet of your bed? My Deare Meruolle ſhe is loſt: As well may I Collect the ſcatter'd windes into a bagge, Or from the watry ſurface ſcrape the gilt Reflections of the Sunne, as bring her heart Within the quiet liſt of wiues that will Obay and loue. Can the Duke (her Vnkle) Giue an encouragement to her reuolt, Maintaine the females Charter 'gainſt the male? Him, and his ſupreame title ſhe ſtill To iuſtifie the glory of her birth, And then recites the Vilages and wealth, She brought to me for dowre, in parallell With what I formerly poſſeſſ'd, ſhe doth Affront my memorie with ſtories of My leane and niggard fate, and vrging then Her vaſt ſupplies, doeth challenge leaue to call Her pride and rigour iuſt. This griefe is of Sad quality! The heart hangs heauie on The ſtrings, when it alone containes the cauſe And knowledge of its weight: for troubled windes In their diſperſion looſe their ſtrength; ſo griefes, Whilſt th'are reueal'd, diminiſh from themſelues. But the calamities, that doe perplex The Nuptiall bed, are of a propertie Recluſe, and muſt be hidden euen from friends: For on ſuch ſecrets Fame doeth feede with fierce, And meagre appetite▪ and as ſwift Fame Doeth trauaile with them, they increaſe. So much Comerce I haue with humane Arts, that I Can ſteepe my Gall in my owne teares; and make That ſalt which ſhe intended bitter; Shew Her crime to ſpring, not from poyſon'd mallice, But from the feminine miſtakes of wit: For moderne Courts now preach, wit doeth reſide In Ladies ſubtle riots, and their pride. Behold your brother (ſir) whoſe ſafe returne, This morne I mention'd to your eare— Thy growth Hath ſo orereach'd my ſight, that I'm eſtrang'd To my beſt blood: and but, thy figure in My heart I weare (by which my memory's Enform'd) I ſhould not know I had thee heere— I reckon this the chiefe delight I hae Receiu'd on Earth. And (ſir) your loue is of Such ſou'raigne qualitie, a little ſoone Will ouercharge my ſenſe. Giue but a part To me, the reſt conferre vpon my friends— Who, though in witherd habits, doe deſerue, Societie with Kings: for neuer yet, Did bolder Souldiers liſtne to the Drumme. Gentlemen, ye ſhall enrich my knowledge— Noble Signior, vnprofitable loue Is all our wealth— But wee'le contriue our ſelues For your beſt vſe.— I'ue ſayd, conſider them Within; their weedes are ouergrowne and cheape. Brother (how ere wiſe fate may anſwere it) Me thinks, theſe your owne robes are not o'th right Tyrian dy; nor hath the rich weight of your Tall Plume the Eſtridge rob'd of both her winges.