Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Mar 11] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
They are Synonima. Conceal nothing from her Of your good parts, 'twill be the better for you, Or if you should, it matters not, she can conjure, And I am her ubiquitary spirit, Bound to obey her, you have my instructions, Stand by, here's better company. Can I hope. Sir, Oppressed innocence shall find protection, And justice among strangers, when my brothers, Brothers of one womb, by one Sire begotten, Trample on my afflictions? Forget them, Remembering those may help you. They have robbed me Of all means to prefer my just complaint With any promising hope to gain a hearing, Much less redress: petitions not sweetened With gold, are but unsavoury, oft refused, Or if received, are pocketed, not read. A suitors swelling tears by the glowing beam Of Choleric authority are dried up, Before they fall, or if seen never pitied. What will become of a forsaken maid? My flattering hopes are too weak to encounter With my strong enemy, despair, and 'tis In vain to oppose her. Cheer her up, she faints, Sir. This argues weakness, though your brothers were Cruel beyond expression, and the judges That sentenced you, corrupt, you shall find here One of your own fain sex to do you right, Whose beams of justice like the Sun extend Their light, and heat to strangers, and are not Municipal, or confined. Pray you do not feed me With airy hopes, unless you can assure me The great Pulcheria will descend to hear My miserable story, it were better I died without her trouble. she is bound to it By the surest chain, her natural inclination To help th' afflicted, nor shall long delays (More terrible to miserable suitors Then quick denials) grieve you; Dry your fair eyes, This room will instantly be sanctified With her blessed presence; to her ready hand Present your grievances, and rest assured You shall depart contented. You breathe in me A second life. Will your Lordship please to hear Your servant a few words? Away you rascal, Did I ever keep such servants? If your honesty Would give you leave, it would be for your profit. To make use of an Informer? tell me in what Can you advantage me? In the first tender Of a fresh suit never begged yet, What's your suit Sir? 'Tis feasible, here are three arrant knaves Discovered by my Art: And thou the arch-knave, The great devour the less. And with good reason, I must eat one a month, I cannot live else. A notable cannibal? but should I hear thee, In what do your knaves concern me? In the begging Of their estates. Before they are condemned? Ye or arraigned, your Lordship may speake too late ls They are your own, and I will be content With the fifth part of a share. Hence Rogue, Such Rogues In this kind will be heard, and cherished too. Fool that I was to offer such a bargain, To a spiced conscience chapman, but I care not What he disdains to taste others will swallow.
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They are Synonima. Conceale nothing from her Of your good parts, 'twill be the better for you, Or if you should, it matters not, she can coniure, And I am her vbiquitary spirit, Bound to obey her, you haue my instructions, Stand by, heeres better company. Can I hope. Sir, Oppressed innocence shall finde protection, And iustice among strangers, when my brothers, Brothers of one wombe, by one Sire begotten, Trample on my afflictions? Forget them, Remembring those may helpe you. They haue robde mee Of all meanes to prefer my iust complaint With any promising hope to gaine a hearing, Much lesse redresse: petitions not sweetened With golde, are but vnsauorie, oft refused, Or if receau'd, are pocketted, not read. A suitors swelling teares by the glowing beame Of Cholerick authority are dri'd vp, Before they fall, or if seene neuer pittled. What will become of a forsaken maide? My flattering hopes are too weake to encounter With my stronge enemy, despaire, and 'tis In vaine to oppose her. Cheere her vp, shee faints, Sir. This argues weakenesse, thogh your brothers were Cruell beyond expression, and the iudges That sentenc'd you, corrupt, you shall finde heere One of your owne faine sexe to doe you right, Whose beames of iustice like the Sun extend Their light, and heate to strangers, and are not Municipall, or confinde. Pray you doe not feede mee With aerie hopes, vnlesse you can assure mee The greate Pulcheria will descende to heare My miserable storie, it were better I died without her trouble. Shee is bound to it By the surest chaine, her naturall inclination To helpe th' afflicted, nor shall long delayes (More terrible to miserable suitors Then quicke denialls) grieue you; Drie your faire eyes, This roome will instantly bee sanctifi'd With her bless'd presence; to her ready hand Present your grieuances, and rest assur'd You shall depart contented. You breath in mee A second life. Will your Lordship please to heare Your seruant a few words? Away you rascall, Did I euer keepe such seruants? If your honestie Would giue you leaue, it would bee for your profit. To make vse of an Informer? tell mee in what Can you aduantage mee? In the first tender Of a fresh suite neuer begd yet, Whats your suite Sir? 'Tis feasible, heere are three arrant knaues Discouerd by my Art: And thou the arch-knaue, The greate deuoure the lesse. And with good reason, I must eate one a month, I cannot liue els. A notable canniball? but should I heare thee, In what doe your knaues concerne mee? In the begging Of their estates. Before they are condemned? Ye or arraigned, your Lordship may speake too late ls They are your owne, and I will bee content With the fif part of a share. Hence Rogue, Such Rogues In this kinde will be heard, and cherish'd too. Foole that I was to offer such a bargaine, To a spic'd conscience chapman, but I care not What hee disdaines to taste others will swallow.