Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
As the Sun To the new married Spring, the Spring to th' Earth. Some children look most sweetly at their birth, That after prove hard favoured; and so do Husbands: Your honey Moons soonest wane and show sharp horns. Mine shall show none, I do not wish it should, Yet be not too much kept under, for when you would You shall not rise. umh! I was once as you are, Young (and perhaps as fair) it was my Fate Whilst Summer lasted and that beauty reared Her colours in my cheeks, to serve at Court: The King of Spain that then was, eyed me oft: Liked me, and loved me, wooed me, at last won me. 'Twas well you were no City. Why? It seems, You yielded ere you needed. Nay, you must think, He plied me with fierce batteries and assaults: You are coy now, but (alas) how could you fight With a king's frowns! your womanish appetite Were't ne'er so dead and cold would soon take fire At honours, (all women would be lifted higher) Would you not stoop to take it, and thrust your hand Deep as a King's in Treasure, to have Lords Fear you, t'have life or death fly from your words The first night that I lay in's Princely arms, I seemed transformed, methought Ioues own right hand. Had snatched me up and in his starry sphere. Placed me (with others of his Lemans there) Yet was he but the shadow I the sun. In a proud zodiac, I my Course did run. Mine eye beams the dial's style; and had power. To rule his thoughts, as that Commands the hour. Oh you shall find upon a PRINCE's pillow. Such golden dreams. I find 'em. Cry you mercy. My husband comes not, I dare not stay. You must. You shall. Before you lies your way Beaten out by me, if you can follow do. What means this, are there bawds Ladies too Why shake you, fear not, none here threats your life! Shall not a lamb tremble at the butcher's knife. Let go your hold, keep off, what violent hands Soever force me, ne'er shall touch woman more, I'll kill ten Monarchs ere I'll be ones whore. Hear me. Avoid thou devil. Thou puritan fool. Oh thou base Otter hound, help, help. In vain. The best in Spain shall know this. The best now knows it. Good pitch let me not touch thee, Spain has a King: If from his royal throne justice be driven, I shall find right, at the king's hands of Heaven. This is the King. The King, alas poor slave. A Raven stuck with swan's feathers, scarecrow dressed brave. Do you not know me? Yes, for a whoremaster. No matter for her scolding, a woman's tongue Is like the miraculous Bell in Aragon, which rings out without the help of man.
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As the Sunne To the new married Spring, the Spring to th' Earth. Some children looke most sweetly at their birth, That after proue hard fauor'd; and so doe Husbands: Your honey Moones soonest waine and shew sharpe hornes. Mine shall shew none, I doe not wish it should, Yet be not too much kept vnder, for when you would You shall not rise. Vmh! I was once as you are, Young (and perhaps as faire) it was my Fate Whilst Summer lasted and that beauty rear'd Her cullors in my cheekes, to serue at Court: The King of Spaine that then was, ey'd me oft: Lik't me, and lou'd me, woo'd me, at last won me. 'Twas well you were no City. Why? It seemes, You yeelded e're you needed. Nay, you must thinke, He ply'd me with fierce batteries and assaults: You are coy now, but (alas) how could you fight With a Kings frownes! your womanish appetite Wer't ne're so dead and cold would soone take fire At honors, (all women would be lifted higher) Would you not stoope to take it, and thrust your hand Deepe as a King's in Treasure, to haue Lords Feare you, t'haue life or death fly from your words The first night that I lay in's Princely armes, I seem'd transform'd, me thought Ioues owne right hand. Had snatcht mee vp and in his starry spheare. Plac'd me (with others of his Lemmans there) Yet was he but the shaddow I the sunne. In a proud zodiake, I my Course did runne. Mine eye beames the dyals stile; and had power. To rule his thoughts, as that Commands the hower. Oh you shall find vpon a Princes pillow. Such golden dreames. I find 'em. Cry you mercy. My husband comes not, I dare not stay. You must. You shall. Before you lyes your way Beaten out by mee, if you can follow doe. What meanes this, are there bawds Ladies too Why shake you, feare not, none here threats your life! Shall not a lambe tremble at the butchers knife. Let goe your hold, keepe off, what violent hands Soeuer force mee, ne're shall touch woman more, Ile kill ten Monarches ere Ile bee ones whore. Heare mee. Avoyd thou diuell. Thou puritan foole. Oh thou base Otter hound, help, help. In vaine. The best in Spaine shall know this. The best now knowes it. Good pitch let mee not touch thee, Spaine has a King: If from his royall throne Iustice bee driuen, I shall find right, at the Kings hands of Heauen. This is the King. The King, alas poore slaue. A Rauen stucke with Swannes feathers, scarcrow drest braue. Doe you not know me? Yes, for a whore-master. No matter for her scoulding, a womans tongue Is like the myraculous Bell in Aragon, which rings out without the helpe of man.