Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Mar 11] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
We are charged By the Emperor, our brother, to attend The Empress service. You are too mortified sister, (With reverence I speak it) for young Ladies To keep you company. I am so tired With your tedious exhortations, doctrines, uses, Of your religious morality, That for my health sake, I must take the freedom To enjoy a little of those pretty pleasures That I was borne to: When I come to your years, I'll do as you do, but till then, with your pardon, I'll lose no more time. I have not learned to dance yet Nor sing, but holy hymns, and those to vile tunes too; Nor to discourse, but of Schoolmen's opinions. How shall I answer my suitors? since, I hope, Ere long I shall have many, without practice To write, and speak something that's not derived From the fathers of Philosophy. We shall shame Our breeding Sister, if we should go on thus. 'Tis for your credit, that we study How to converse with men; women with women Yields but a barren argument. She frowns, But you'll protect us Madam? Yes, and love Your sweet simplicity. All young girls are so, Till they know the way of't. But when we are entered, We shall on a good round pace, I'll leave you Madam. And we our duties with you. On all hands Thus slighted? no way left? am I grown stupid In my invention? can I make no use Of the Emperor's bounties? now 'tis thought: within there. Madam. It shall be so; nearer; your ear Draw a petition to this end. Besides The danger to prefer it, I believe 'twill ne'er be granted. How's this? are you grown, From a servant, my director? let me hear No more of this. Dispatch, I'll master him At his own weapon. Let me understand it, If yet there be aught wanting that may perfect A general happiness. The people's joy In seas of acclamations flow in To wait on yours. Their love with bounty levied, Is a sure guard. Obedience forced from fear, Paper fortification, which in danger Will yield to the impression of a reed, Or of itself fall off. True, Philanax. And by that certain compass we resolve To steer our Bark of government. 'Tis well. My dearest, and my all-deserving Sister, As a petitioner kneel? it must not be, Pray you, rise, although your suit were halfe my Empire, 'Tis freely granted. Your alacrity To give hath made a beggar; yet before My suit is by your sacred hand and seal Confirmed, 'tis necessary you peruse The sum of my request. we will not wrong Your judgement, in conceiving what 'tis fit For you to ask, and us to grant, so much, As to proceed with caution, give me my signet, With confidence I sign it, and here vow By my father's soul, but with your free consent It is irrevocable. What if she now Calling to memory, how often we Have crossed her government, in revenge hath made Petition for our heads? They must even off then, No ransone can redeeme v.
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We are charg'd By the Emperor, our brother, to attend The Empresse seruice. You are too mortifi'd ister, (With reuerence I speak it) for yong Ladies To keepe you company. I am so tir'd With your tedious exhortations, doctrines, vses, Of your religious morality, That for my health sake, I must take the freedome To enioy a little of those pretty pleasures That I was borne to: When I come to your yeeres, Ile do as you do, but till then, with your pardon, Ile lose no more time. I haue not learn't to dance yet Nor sing, but holy hymnes, and those to vile tunes too; Nor to discourse, but of Schoolemens opinion. How shall I answer my sutors? since, I hope, Ere long I shall haue many, without practice To write, and speake somthing that's not deriu'd From the fathers of Philosophy. We shall shame Our breeding Sister, if we should go on ths. 'Tis for your credit, that we study How to conuerse with men; women with women Yeelds but a harren argument. She frownes, But you'll protect vs Madam? Yes, and loue Your sweet simplicity. All yong gyrles are so, Till they know the way of't. But when we are enter'd, We shall on a good round pace, Ile leaue you Madam. And we our duties with you. On all hands Thu slighted? no way left am I growne stupid In my inuention? can I make no vse Of the Emperors bounties? now 'tis thought: within there Madam. It shall be so; neerer; your eare Draw a petition to this end. Besides The danger to prefer it, I beleeue Twill nere be granted. How's this? are you growne, From a seruant, my director? let me heare No more of this. Dispatch, Ile master him At his owne weapon. Let me vnderstand it, If yet there be ought wanting that may perfect A generall happinesse. The peoples ioy In seas of acclamations flow in To wait on yours. Their loue with bounty leuied, Is a sure guard. Obedience forc'd from feare, Paper fortification, which in danger Will yeeld to the impression of a reed, Or of it selfe fall off. True, Philanax. And by that certain compasse we resolue To steere our Barque of gouernment. 'Ti well. My deerest, and my all-desruing Sister, As a petitioner kneele? it must not bee, Pray you, rise, although your suite were halfe my Empire, 'Tis freely granted. Your alacritie To giue hath made a begger; yet before My suite is by your sacred hand and sele Confirm'd, 'tis necessary you peruse The summe of my request. Wee will not wrong Your iudgement, in conceiuing what 'tis fit For you to aske, and vs to grant, so much, As to proceede with caution, giue mee my signet, With confidence I signe it, and heere vow By my fathers soule, but with your free consent It is irreuocable. What if shee now Calling to memorie, how often wee Haue cross'd her gouernment, in reuenge hath made Petition for our heads? They must euen off then, No ransone can redeeme v.