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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Royal Sir, This was the mark I aimed at, and I glory At the length, you so conceive it. 'twas a weakness To measure by your own integrity The purposes of others. I have shown you In a true mirror what fruit grows upon The tree of hoodwinked bounty, and what dangers Precipitation in the managing Your great affairs produceth. I embrace it As a grave advertisement, and vow hereafter Never to sign petitions at this rate. For mine, see Sir. 'tis canceled, on my knees I redeliver what I now begged from you. She is my second gift. Which if I part from Till death divorce us. So Sir, Nay sweet chide not I am punished in thy looks, defer the rest, Till we are more private. I ask pardon too If in my personated passion I Appeared to harsh, and rough. 'Twas gentle language, what I was then considered O dear Madame, It was decorum in the Scane: This trial, When I was Athenais, might have passed, But as I am the Empress. Nay no anger, Since all good was intended. Building on, That certain base, I fear not what can follow, These are strange devices Philanax. True my Lord, May all turn to the best. The emperor's looks Promised a calm. But the vexed Empress frowns Presaged a second storm. I am sure I feel one, In my leg already. Your old friend, the gout? My forced companion, Philanax. To your rest: Rest and forbearing wine, with a temperate diet, Though many mountebanks pretend the cure of't, I have found my best Physicians, Ease to your Lordship. MAke me her property? Your majesty Hath just cause of distaste, and your resentment Of the affront in the point of honour cannot But meet a fair construction. I have only The title of an Empress, but the power Is, by her, ravished from me. she surveys My actions as a governess, and calls My not observing all that she directs Folly, and disobedience. Under correction, With grief I have long observed it, and if you Stand pleased to sign my warrant I'll deliver In my unfeigned zeal, and desire to serve you, (howe'er I run the hazard of my head for't Should it arrive at the knowledge of the Princess,) Not alone, the reasons why things are thus carried, But give into your hands the power to clip The wings of her command. Your service this way Cannot offend me. Be you pleased to know then But still with pardon, if I am too bold, Your too much sufferance imps the broken feathers Which carry her to this proud height, in which She with security, soars, and still towers over you, But if you would employ the strengths you hold In the emperor's affections, and remember The orb you move in should admit no star else, You never would confess the managing Of state affairs to her alone are proper, And you sit by a looker on,
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Royall Sir, This was the marke I aim'd at, and I glorie At the length, you so conceaue it. 'twas a weakenes To measure by your owne integritie The purposes of others. I haue showne you In a true mirror what fruie growes vpon The tree of hudwinckt bounty, and what dangers Precipitation in the managing Your greate affaires produceth. I embrace it As a graue aduertisement, and vow heereafter Neuer to signe petitions at this rate. For mine, see Sir. 'tis cancel'd, on my knees I redeliuer what I now beg'd from you. Shee is my second gift. Which if I part from Till death diuorce vs. So Sir, Nay sweete chide not I am punish'd in thy lookes, defer the rest, Till we are more priuate. I aske pardon too If in my personated passion I Appeard to harshe, and rough. 'Twas gentle language, what I was then considerd O deere Madame, It was decorum in the Scane This triall, When I was Athenais, might haue pass'd, But as I am the Empresse. Nay no anger, Since all good was intended. Building on, That certaine base, I feare not what can follow, These are strange deuices Philanax. True my Lord, May all turne to the best. The Emperours lookes Promis'd a calme. But the vex'd Empresse frownes Presag'd a second storme. I am sure I feele one, In my legge already. Your old friend, the goute? My forc'd companion, Philanax. To your rest: Rest and forbearing wine, with a temperate dyet, Though many Montebancks pretend the cure of't, I haue found my best Physitians, Ease to your Lordship. MAke mee her propertie? Your maiestie Hath iust cause of distast, and your resentment Of the affront in the point of honor cannot But meete a faire construction. I haue only The title of an Empresse, but the power Is, by her, rauish'd from me shee suruayes My actions as a gouernesse, and calls My not obseruing all that shee directs Folly, and disobedience. Vnder correction, With griefe I haue long obseru'd it, and if you Stand pleas'd to signe my warrant Ile deliuer In my vnfainde zele, and desire to serue you, (Howere I run the hazard of my head fort Should it arriue at the knowledge of the Princesse,) Not alone, the reasons why things are thus carried, But giue into your hands the power to clippe The wings of her command. Your seruice this way Cannot offend mee. Bee you pleas'd to know then But still with pardon, if I am too bold, Your too much sufferance impes the broken feather Which carie her to this proude height, in which Shee with securitie, soares, and still towres ore you, But if you would imploy the strengths you hold In the Emperours affections, and remember The orbe you moue in should admit no star els, You neuer would confesse the managing Of state affaires to her alone are proper, And you sit by a looker on,