Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Mar 11] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
No such matter, He has the theory only, not the practic. Amasia, Sister to the Duke of Athens, Her age eighteen, descended lineally From Theseus, as by her pedigree Will be made apparent: Of his lusty kindred? And lose so much time! 'tis strange! as I live, she hath A Philosophical aspect, there is More wit than beauty in her face, and when I court her, it must be in tropes, and figures, Or she will cry absurd. She will have her elencha To cut off any fallacy I can hope To put upon her, and expect I should Ever conclude in Syllogisms, and those true ones In part & toto, or she'll tire me with Her tedious Elocutions in the praise Of the increase of generation, for which Alone the sport in her morality Is good and lawful, and to be often practised For fear of missing. Fie on't, let the race Of Theseus be matched with Aristotle's, I'll none of her. You are curious in your choice, Sir, And hard to please, yet if that your consent May give authority to it, I'll present you With one, that if her birth, and fortunes answer The rarities of her body, and her mind', Detraction durst not tax her. Let me see her, Though wanting those additions, which we can Supply from our own store: it is in us To make men rich, and noble, but to give Legitimate shapes and virtues, does belong To the great creator of'em, to whose bounties Alone 'tis proper, and in this disdains An Emperor for his rival. I applaud This fit acknowledgement, since Princes then Grow less than common men, when they contend With him, by whom they are so. I confess it. Not to hold you in suspense, Behold the virgin Rich in her natural beauties, no way borrowing Th'adulterate aids of art. Peruse her better, She is worth your serious view. I am amazed too. I never saw her equal. How his eye Is fixed upon her! And as she were a fort, He would suddenly surprise, He measures her From the bases to the battlements. Ha! now I view her better, I know her; 'tis the maid that not long since Was a petitioner; her bravery So altars her, I had forgot her face. So has the Emperor. she holds out yet, And yields not to th'assault. she is strongly guarded In her virgin blushes. When you know, fair creature, It is the Emperor that honours you With such a strict survey of your sweet parts, In thankfulness you cannot but return Due reverence for the favour. I was lost In my astonishment at the glorious object, And yet rest doubtful whether he expects Being more than man, my adoration, (Since sure there is divinity about him,) Or will rest satisfied if my humble knees In duty thus bow to him. Ha! it speaks. she is no statue Sir.
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No such matter, Hee has the theorie only, not the practick. Amasia, Sister to the Duke of Athens, Her age eighteen, descended lineally From Theseus, as by her pedegree Will be made apparent: Of his lustie kinred? And loose so much time! 'tis strange! as I liue, shee hath A Philosophicall aspect, there is More wit then beauty in her face, and when I court her, it must be in tropes, and figures, Or shee will crie absurd. Shee will haue her elencha To cut off any fallacie I can hope To put vpon her, and expect I should Euer conclude in Syllogsmes, and those true ones In parte & toto, or sheele tire mee with Her tedious Elocutions in the praise Of the increase of generation, for which Alone the sport in her moralitie Is good and lawfull, and to bee often practis'd For feare of missing. Fy on't, let the race Of Theseus be match'd with Aristotles, Ile none of her. You are curious in your choice, Sir, And hard to please, yet if that your consent May giue authority to it, Ile present you With one, that if her birth, and fortunes answer The rarities of her body, and her mind', Detraction durst not tax her. Let me see her, Though wanting those additions, which we can Supplie from our owne store: it is in vs To make men rich, and noble, but to giue Legitimate shapes and virtues, does belong To the greate creator of'em, to whose bounties Alone 'tis proper, and in this disdaines An Emperour for his riuall. I applaud This fit acknowledgement, since Princes then Grow lesse then common men, when they contend With him, by whom they are so. I confess it. Not to hold you in suspense, Behold the virgin Rich in her naturall beauties, no way borrowing Th'adulterate aydes of art. Peruse her better, Shee is worth your serious view. I am amaz'd too. I neuer saw her equall. How his eye Is fix'd vpon her! And as shee were a fort, He would suddainly surprize, Hee measures her From the bases to the battlements. Ha! now I view her better, I know her; 'tis the mayd that not long since Was a petitioner; her brauerie So alters her, I had forgot her face. So has the Emperour. Shee holdes out yet, And yeeldes not to th'assault. Shee is strongly garded In her virgin blushes. When you know, faire creature, It is the Emperour that honours you With such a strict suruay of your sweete parts, In thankefulnesse you cannot but returne Due reuerence for the fauour. I was lost In my astonishment at the glorious obiect, And yet rest doubtfull whether he expect Being more then man, my adoration, (Since sure there is diuinity about him,) Or will rest satisfi'd if my humble knees In duty thus bowe to him. Ha! it speakes. Shee is no statue Sir.