Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 474 words
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That he was never bound for. One more such would save the rest of pleaders Honoured Rochfort. Lie still my tongue and bushes, called my cheeks, That ofter thanks in words, for such great deeds. Call in my daughter: still I have a suit to you. Would you requite me. With his life, assure you. Nay, would you make me now your debtor, Sir. This is my only child: what she appears, Your Lordship well may see her education, Beau. follows not any: for her mind, I know it To be far fairer than her shape, and hope It will continue so: if now her birth Be not too mean for Charolois, take her This virgin by the hand, and call her wife, endowed with all my fortunes: bless me so. Requite me thus, and make me happier, In joining my poor empty name to yours, Then if my state were multiplied ten fold. Is this the payment, Sir, that you expect? Why, you participate me more in debt That nothing but my life can ever pay, This beauty being your daughter, in which yours I must conceive necessity of her virtue Without ill dowry is a PRINCE's aim, Then, as she is, for poor and worthless I, How much too worthy! Waken me, Romont, That I may know I dreamt, and find this vanished Sure, I sleep not. Your sentence life or death. Fair Beaumelle, can you love me? Yes, my Lord. You need not question me, if I can you. You are the fairest virgin in Digame And Rochfort is your father. What's this change? You met my wishes, Gentlemen. What make These dogs in doublets he ere! A Visitation, Sir. Then thus, Fair Beaumelle, I write my faith Thus seal it in the sight of Heaven and men. Your fingers tie my heartstrings with this touch In true-Love knots, which nought but death shall lose. And yet these ears (an Emblem of our loves) Like Crystal rivers individually Flow into one another, make one source, Which never man distinguish, less divide: Breath, marry, breath, and kisses, mingle souls Two hearts, and bodies, here incorporate: And though with little wooing I have won, My future life shall be a wooing time. And every day, new as the bridal one, Oh Sir, I groan under your courtesies, More than my father's bones under his wrongs, You Curtius-like, have thrown into the gulf, Of this his Countries foul ingratitude, Your life and fortunes, to redeem their shames. No more, my glory, come, let's in and hasten This celebration. All fair bliss upon it. Mistress. Oh servant, virtue strengthen me. Thy presence blows round my affection's vane: You will undo me, if you speak again. Here will be sport for you. This works. Peace, peace. One word, my Lord Novall. What, thou wouldst money; there.
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That hee was neuer bound for. One more such would saue the rest of pleaders Honord Rochfort. Lye still my toung and bushes, cal'd my cheekes, That offter thankes in words, for such great deeds. Call in my daughter: still I haue a suit to you. VVould you requite mee. VVith his life, assure you. Nay, would you make me now your debter, Sir. This is my onely child: what shee appeares, Your Lordship well may see her education, Beau. Folowes not any: for her mind, I know it To be far fayrer then her shape, and hope It will continue so: if now her birth Be not too meane for Charolois, take her This virgin by the hand, and call her wife, Indowd with all my fortunes: blesse mee so. Requite mee thus, and make mee happier, In ioyning my poore empty name to yours, Then if my state were multiplied ten fold. Is this the payment, Sir, that you expect? Why, you participate me more in debt That nothing but my life can euer pay, This beautie being your daughter, in which yours I must conceiue necessitie of her vertue Without ll dowry is a Princes ayme, Then, as shee is, for poore and worthlesse I, How much too worthy! Waken me, Romont, That I may know I dream't, and find this vanisht Sure, I sleepe not. Your sentence life or death. Faire Beaumeile, can you loue me? Yes, my Lord. You need not question me, if I can you. You are the fayrest virgin in Digm And Rochfort is your father. What's this change? You met my wishes, Gentlemen. VVhat make These dogs in doublets he ere! A Visitation, Sir. Then tus, Faire Baumell, I write my saith Thus seale it in the sight of Heauen and men. Your fingers tye my heart-strings with this touch In true-loue knots, which nought but death shall loose. And yet these eares (an Embleme of our loues) Like Cristall riuers indiuidully Flow into one another, make one source, Which neuer man distinguish, lesse deuide: Breath, marry, breath, and kisses, mingle soules Two hearts, and bodies, heere incorporate: And though with little wooing I haue wonne, My future life shall bee a wooing tyme. And uery day, new as the bridall one, Oh Sir, I groane vnder your courtesies, More then my fathers bones vnder his wrongs, You Curtius-like, haue throwne into the gulfe, Of this his Countries foule ingratitude, Your life and fortunes, to redeeme their shames. No more, my glory, come, let's in and hasten This celebration. All faire blisse vpon it. Mistresse. Oh seruant, vertue strengthen me. Thy presence blowes round my affections vane: You will vndoe me, if you speake againe. Here will be sport for you. This workes. Peace, peace. One word, my Lord Nouall. What, thou wouldst mony; there.