Drue, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jan 2] (Annals) history · Prince Palatine's (Palsgrave's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.88 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
How madcap Duchess; what and ioyne lips whate'er we thought, I see it is a match. You see blind fancies folly in my choice, His worth prevails, nor will I change my voice. By the dear loyalty my thoughts do owe To this unmeasured grace you heap on me, And by the virtue of a Christian faith, The relish of this blessing is so strong, That when I leave to love, I live too long. Princes, let your displeasure chide his merit, Which stole my love your honours would inherit. My fury thus bursts forth, to wish increase Of your spouse virtues in your lives sweet peace. My hatred dies not so, but I would see Your merits live in your posterity. Whereat frown you sir? I hope it is no breach of duty, to conceal Our close affections, they are privileged, And I will keep them so, you have my service; If it may pleasure, so; if not, I care not: I'll mourn mine own sins, Take your Cloak and spare not. If you be tired with the wearing it, Good speed you, I'll not break you back with care. You have my heart, whilst I an honest ass, (For so I count all men of patience,) Have laden it with whole loads of businesses, With jaunting on your errands, drudged at home, With so strong diligence, that sleep could scarce Approach my eyelids for a se'ennight's space: The honour of your Cellar lives in me, You scarce command a throat can gulp a health, You think I flatter, take good fellows words, And him whose merit claims pre-eminence, By their opinion, deal your recompense. If you mean me, I will not canvas With you for the voice of quaint opinion; You'll way down the scales, Her honourable love, the gift of fate, Not due of merit, doth advance my state. Why sir, might she not bestow her love on me? She might. She might, more fool she did not, but all's one All friends now, here's my hand, my spleens down. In this embrace I send a general love, To all my fellow servitors: I know some lours upon my happiness, How undeserved, let my offices Of love to you, and duty to her grace, In their impartial verdict render up. O, take my answer as the general voice, For from my mouth breathes their opinions: She lessens not her honours in your choice, But makes you Lord of her affections, And them we serve not, but her royalties, Which, as they are not lessened, why should we Shrink from their service; whom her love doth honor, May challenge from us special reverence, And so shall you, as homage for that love, Whose sovereignty commands our services. Consent I see is liberal to this match, And offers frankly my applauding heart, Wishing of heaven to smile upon your loves, That from them may grow up such gallant spirits As may renown this land with honoured merits.
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How madcap Dutches; what and ioyne lips What ere we thought, I see it is a match. You see blind fancies follie in my choyce, His worth prevailes, nor will I change my voyce. By the deere loyalty my thoughts doe owe To this vnmeasur'd grace you heape on me, And by the vertue of a Christian faith, The rellish of this blessing is so strong, That when I leaue to loue, I liue too long. Princes, let your displeasure chide his meri Which stole my loue your honors would inherit. My fury thus bursts forth, to wish increase Of your spouse vertues in your liues sweete peace. My hatred dies not so, but I would see Your merits liue in your posteritie. Whereat frowne you sir? I hope it is no breach of duty, to conceale Our close affections, they are priviledg'd, And I will keepe them so, you haue my seruice; If it may pleasure, so; if not, I care not: Ile mourne mine owne sinnes, Take your Cloke and spare not. If you be tired with the wearing it, Good speed you, Ile not breake you backe with care. You haue my heart, whil'st I an honest asse, (For so I count all men of patience,) Haue laden it with whole loades of businesses▪ With iaunting on your errands, drudgt at home, With so strong diligence, that sleepe could scarce Approch my eyelids for a sennights space: The honor of your Celler liues in me, You scarce command a throat can gulpe a health, You thinke I flatter, take good fellowes words, And him whose merit claymes preheminence, By their opinion, deale your recompence. If you meane me, I will not canvase With you for the voyce of quaint opinion; Youle waye downe the scales, Her honorable loue, the gift of fate, Not due of merrit, doth advance my state. Why sir, might she not bestow her loue on me? She might. She might, more foole she did not, but al's one All friends now, heeres my hand, my spleenes downe. In this imbrace I send a generall loue, To all my fellow servitors: I know some lowres vpon my happinesse, How vndeserued, let my offices Of loue to you, and duty to her grace, In their impartiall verdit render vp. O, take my answere as the generall voyce, For from my mouth breathes their opinions: She lessens not her honours in your choyce, But makes you Lord of her affections, And them we serue not, but her royalties, Which, as they are not lessened, why should we Shrinke from their seruice; whom her loue doth hon May challenge from vs speciall reverence, And so shall you, as homage for that loue, Whose soverainty commands our services. Consent I see is liberall to this match, And offers franckly my applauding heart, Wishing of heauen to smile vpon your loues, That from them may grow vp such gallant spirits As may renowne this land with honor'd merits.