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 · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Let those jewels So highly rated by the Persian merchants be bought, and as a sacrifice from us Presented to Eudoxa. she being only Worthy to wear 'em, I am angry with The unresistable necessity Of my occasions, and important cares That so long keep me from her. Go to the Empress, And tell her on the sudden, I am sick, And do desire, the comfort of a visit, If she please to vouchsafe it. From me use Your humblest language: But when once I have her In my possession, I will rise, and speak In a higher strain, say it raise storms, no matter. fools judge by the event, my ends are honest. WHat is become of her? can she that carries Such glorious excellence, of light about her Be anywhere concealed? we have sought her lodgings, And all we can learn from the servants is, She by your majesty's sisters waited on, (The attendance of her other officers By her express command denied,) Forbear Impertinent circumstances, whither went she? speak. As they guess, to the laurel grove. So slightly guarded! What an earthquake I feel in me! and but that Religion assures the contrary, The poet's dreams of lustful Fawns, and satyrs, Would make me fear, I know not what. I have sound her, And it please your Majesty. Yes, it doth please me. But why returned without her? As she made Her speediest approaches to your presence, A servant of the princess's Pulcheria Encountered her; what 'twas, he whispered to her I am ignorant, but hearing it, she started, And willed me to excuse her absence from you, The third part of an hour. In this she takes So much of my life from me; yet I'll bear it With what patience I may; since 'tis her pleasure. Go back, my good Paulinus, and entreat her Not to exceed a minute. Here's strange fondness! You are certain she will come? She is already Entered your outward lodgings. No train with her? Your excellence sisters only. 'Tis the better; See the doors strongly guarded, and deny Access to all, but with our special licence. Why dost thou stay? show your obedience, Your wisdom now is useless. She is sick sure, Or, in fit reverence to your Majesty, She had waited you at the door. 'Twould hardly be Excused, in civil manners, to her equal, But with more difficulty to you, that are So far above her. Not in her opinion; She hath been too long accustomed to command T'acknowledge a superior. There she walks. If she be not sick of the sullens, I see not The least infirmity in her. This is strange! Open your eyes; the Empress. Reach that chair: Now sitting thus at distance, I'll vouchsafe To look upon her. How! sister: pray you awake, Are you in your wits? Grant heaven, your too much learning Does not conclude in madness. You entreated A visit from me. True, my servant used Such language, but now as a mistress I Command your service. Service! She's stark mad, sure. You'll find I can dispose of what's mine own Without a guardian.
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Let those iewell So highly rated by the Persian merchants Bee bought, and as a sacrifice from vs Presented to Eudox. Shee being only Worthy to weare 'em, I am angrie with The vnresistable necessitie Of my occasions, and important care That so long keepe mee from her. Goe to the Empresse, And tell her on the suddaine, I am sicke, And doe desire, the comfort of a visit, If shee please to vouchsafe it. From me vse Your humblest language: But when once I haue her In my possession, I will rise, and speake In higher straine, say it raise stormes, no matter. Fooles iudge by the euent, my endes are honest. WHat is become of her? can shee that carries Such glorious excellence, of light about her Be any where conceal'd? Wee haue sought her lodgings, And all we can learne from the seruants is, Shee by your maiesties sisters wayted on, (The attendance of her other officers By her expresse command deni'd,) Forbeare Impertinent circumstances, whither went shee? speake. As they ghesse, to the lawrell groue So slightly garded What an earth-quake I feele in mee and but that Religion assures the contrarie, The Poets dreames of lustfull Fawnes, and Satyres, Would make me feare, I know not what. I haue sound her, And it please your Maiestie. Yes, it doth please mee But why return'd without her? As shee made Her speediest approche to your presence, A seruant of the Princsses Pulcheria Encounterd her; what 'twas, he whisperd to her I am ignorant, but hearing it, she started, And will'd me to excuse her absence from you, The third part of an houre. In this she takes So much of my life from me; yet Ile beare it With what patience I may; since 'tis her pleasure Go back, my good Paulinus, and intreat her Not to exceed a minute. Here's strange fondnesse! You are certaine she will come? She is already Enter'd your outward lodging. No traine with her? Your excellence sisters only. 'Tis the better; See the doores strongly guarded, and deny Accesse to all, but with our speciall licence. Why dost thou stay? shew your obedience, Your wisdome now is vselesse. She is sick sure, Or, in fit reuerence to your Maiesty, She had waited you at the doore. 'Twould hardly be Excus'd, in ciuill manners, to her equall, But with more difficulty to you, that are So far aboue her. Not in her opinion; She hath beene too long accustom'd to command Tacknowledge a superior. There she walks. If she be not sick of the sullens, I see not The least infirmiy in her. This is srange! Open your eyes; the Empresse. Reach that chaire: Now sitting thus at distance, Ile vouchsafe To looke vpon her. How! sister: pray you awake, Are you in your wits? Grant heauen, your too much learning Does not conclude in madnesse. You intreated A visit from me. True, my seruant vs'd Such language, but now as a mistresse I Command your seruice. Seruice! She's stark mad, sure. Youle finde I can dispose of what's mine owne Without a guardian.