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 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
I strike you not, nor strive to give you falls, 'Tis your own guilt afflicts you, if to the King The song I set of you, did to your ear Unmusically sound, 'twas not in hate To you, but in desire to give the state True knowledge of my innocence, be sure a bird, Chanted that tune to me, that only you Incensed the King that I should sell him. umh! Do you think I lie? I do believe your Lordship. 'Twas a man most near you. A bosom villain! For you must think that all that bow, stand bare And give Court Cakebread to you, love you not. True love my Lord at Court, is hardly got. If I can friend you, use me. Humble thanks. Oh my good Lord, Time's silver foretop stands On end before you, but you put it by. Catch it, 'tis yours, scaped never yours, your shoulders Bear the Weal-public up, but they should bear, Like Pillars to be strong themselves: would I Want fish at Sea, or golden showers at Court I'd go awry sometimes, were't but for sport. Say you so! Sell justice and she'll by you Lordships, clothe her (As Citizens do their wives) beyond their worth She'll make you sell your Lordships and your plate No wise man will for nothing serve a state, Remember this, your Daughter is the Queen Brave phrase to say my Son in Law the King, Whilst sweet showers fall, and Sunshine, make your Spring. You look not out I see, nor hear the storms Which late have shook the Court. Not I! what storms! You in your cabin know nothing there's a Pinnace (Was manned out first by th'City,) is come to th'Court, New rigged, a very painted Galley foist, And yet our Spanish Caravels, the Armada Of our great vessels dare not stir for her. What Pinnace mean you? From his lawful pillow, The King has ta'en a citizen's wife. For what? What should men do with Citizens wives at Court? All will be nought, poor Queen 'tis she smarts for't. Now 'tis your time to strike. He does her wrong, And I shall tell him soundly. Tell him! I'll pay it home. Were you some Father in Law now. What lies here, Lies here, and none shall know it. How easy were it, For you to set this warping Kingdom straight? The people's hearts are full, And weed the State. Too full of weeds already. And to take all, Into your own hands. I could soon do't. Then do't. Do what! misprise me not, pray good my Lord, Nor let these foolish words we shoot i'th' Air, Fall on our heads and wound us: to take all Into mine own hands, this I mean. Come on. Boldly and honestly to chide the King. Umh. Take his minx up short. Take her up! Roundly, to rate, her wittol husband: to stir up—
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I strike you not, nor striue to giue you falls, 'Tis your owne guilt afflicts you, if to the King The song I set of you, did to your eare Vnmusically sound, 'twas not in hate To you, but in desire to giue the state True knowledge of my innocence, be sure a bird, Chanted that tune to mee, that onely you Incens'd the King that I should sell him. Vmh! Doe you thinke I lye? I doe beleeue your Lordship. 'Twas a man most neare you. A bosome villaine! For you must think that all that bow, stand bare And giue Court Cakebread to you, loue you not. True loue my Lord at Court, is hardly got. If I can friend you, vse me. Humble thankes. Oh my good Lord, times siluer foretop stands On end before you, but you put it by. Catch it, 'tis yours, scap'd neuer yours, your shoulders Beare the Weale-publique vp, but they should beare, Like Pillars to be strong themselues: would I Want fish at Sea, or golden showers at Court I'de goe awry sometimes, wer't but for sport. Say you so! Sell Iustice and she'l by you Lordships, cloath her (As Citizens doe their wiues) beyond their worth She'll make you sell your Lordships and your plate No wise man will for nothing serue a state, Remember this, your Daughter is the Queene Braue phrase to say my Sonne in Law the King, Whil'st sweet showers fall, and Sunne-shine, make your Spring. You looke not out I see, nor heare the stormes Which late haue shooke the Court. Not I! what stormes! You in your Cabbin know nothing there's a Pinnace (Was mann'd out first by th'City,) is come to th'Court, New rigg'd, a very painted Gally foist, And yet our Spanish Caruils, the Armada Of our great vessels dare not stirre for her. What Pinnace meane you? From his lawfull pillow, The King has tane a Citizens wife. For what? What should men doe with Citizens wiues at Court? All will be naught, poore Queene 'tis she smarts for't. Now 'tis your time to strike. He does her wrong, And I shall tell him soundly. Tell him! Ile pay it home. Were you some Father in Law now. What lyes heere, Lyes here, and none shall know it. How easie were it, For you to set this warping Kingdome straight? The peoples hearts are full, And weed the State. Too full of weeds already. And to take all, Into your owne hands. I could soone doo't. Then doo't. Doe what! misprize me not, pray good my Lord, Nor let these foolish words we shoot i'th Ayre, Fall on our heads and wound vs: to take all Into mine owne hands, this I meane. Come on. Boldly and honestly to chide the King. Vmh. Take his minx vp short. Take her vp! Roundly, to rate, her Wittall husband: to stirre vp—