Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.89 · 531 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Heaven forbid! In dark despair, it shows a beam of hope. Contain thy joy, Adorni. Such a Princess, And of so long experienced reservedness Break forth, and on the sudden, into flashes Of more than doubted looseness. They come again, Smiling, as I live: His arm circling her waist: I shall run mad: Some fury hath possessed her. If I speake, I may be blasted. H, I'll ubl A prayer or two, and cross myself, and then Though the devil fart fire, have at him. Let not, Sir, The violence of my passions nourish in you An ill opinion; or grant my carriage Out of the road, and garb of private women, 'Tis still done with decorum. As I am A Princess, what I do, is above censure, And to be imitated. Gracious Madam, Vouchsafe a little pause, for I am so rapt Beyond myself, that till I have collected My scattered faculties, I cannot tender My resolution. Consider of it, I will not be long from you, Pray I cannot! This cursed object strangles my devotion! I must speak, or I burst. Pray you fair Lady, If you can in courtesy, direct me to The chaste Aurelia. Are you blind? who are we? Another kind of thing. Her blood was governed By her discretion, and not ruled her reason The reverence and Majesty of Juno Shined in her looks, and coming to the camp, Appeared a second Pallas. I can see No such divinities in you. If I Without offence may speak my thoughts, you are, As it were, a wanton Helen. Good, ere long You shall know me better. Why, if you are Aurelia's How shall I dispose of the Soldier? May it please you To hasten my dispatch? Prefer your suits Unto Bertoldo, we will give him hearing, And you'll find him your best advocate. This is rare! What are we come to? Grown up in a moment A favourite! He does take state already. No, no, it cannot be, yet but Camiola, There is no stop between me and a crown, Than my ingratitude! a sin in which All sins are comprehended! Aid me virtue, Or I am lost. May it please your excellence Second me, Sir. Then my so horrid oaths, And hell. deep imprecations made against it. The king your brother will thank you for th'advancement Of his affairs And yet who can hold out Against such batteries, as her power and greatness Raise up against my weak defences! Sir, Do you dream waking, Slight, she's here again. Walks she on woollen feet! You dwell too long In your deliberation, and come With a cripple's pace to that which you should fly to It is confessed, yet why should I to win From you, that hazard all to my poor nothing, By false play send you off a looser from me? I'm already too too much engaged To the king my brother's anger; and who knows But that his doubts, and politic fears, should you Make me his equal, may draw war upon Your territories, were that breach made up I should with joy embrace, what now I fear To touch but with due reverence.
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Heav'n forbid! In darke despaire, it shewes a beame of hope. Containe thy joy, Adorni. Such a Princesse, And of so long experienc'd reservednesse Breake forth, and on the sudden, into flashes Of more then doubted loosenesse. They come againe, Smiling, as I live: His arme circing her wast: I shall runne mad: Some fury hath possess'd her. If I speake, I may be blasted. H, I'll ubl A prayer or two, and crosse my selfe, and then Though the divell fart fire, have at him. Let not, Sir, The violence of my passions nourish in you An ill opinion; or grant my carriag Out of the rode, and gabe of private women, 'Tis still done with decorum. As I am A Princesse, what I doe, is aboue censre, And to be imitated. Gracious Madam, Vouchsafe a little pawse, for I am so rpt Beyond my selfe, that 'till I have collected My scatter'd faculties, I cannot tender My resolution. Consider of it, I will not be long from you, Pray I cannot! This cursed object strangles my devotion! I must speake, or I burst. Pray you faire Lady, If you can in courtesie, direct mee to The chate Aurelia. Are you blind? who are we? Another kind of thing. Her blood was govern'd By her discretion, and not rul'd her reason The reverence and Majsty of Iun Shinde in her lookes, and comming to the campe, Appear'd a second Palla. I can see No such divinities in you. If I Without offence may speake my thoughts, you are, As it were, a wanton Hlen. Good, ere long You shall know mee better. Why, if you are Aurelia How shall I dispose of the Souldier? May it please you To hasten my dispatch? Prefer your sites Vnto Bertoldo, we will give him hearing, And you'll finde him your best advocate. This is rare! What are we come to? Grown up in a moment A favorite! He does take state already. No, no, it cannot be, yet but Caila, There is no stop betweene me and a crowne, Then my ingratitude! a sinne in which All sinnes are comprehended! Aide me vertue, Or I am lost. May it please your excellence Second me, Sir. Then m so horrid oathes, And hell. deepe iprecations made against it. The king your brother will thank you for tadvācment Of his affaires And yet who can hold out Against such batteries, as her power and greatness Raise up against my weake defences! Sir, Doe you dreame waking, Slight, shee's here againe. Walkes she on woollen feee! You dwell too long In your deliberation, and come With a criples pace to that which you should ly to It is confess'd, yet why should I to winne From you, that hazzard all to my poore nothing, By false play send you of a looser from me? I'am already too too much ingag'd To the king my brothers anger; and who knowes But that his doubts, and politick feares, should you Make me his equall, may draw war upon Your rritories, were that breach made up I should with joy embrace, what now I feare To touch but with due reverence.