Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
You mistake me, I come not (Lady) that you may report, The king to do you honour, made your house (He being there) his court, but to correct Your stubborn disobedience. A pardon For that, could you obtain it, were well purchased With this humility. A pardon Sir? Till I am conscious of an offence. I will not wrong my innocence to beg one, What is my crime Sir? Look on him I favour, By you scorned and neglected. Is that all Sr. No minion, though that were too much. How can you Answer the setting on your desperate bravo To murder him? With your leave, I must not kneel Sir. While I reply to this: But thus rise up In my defence, and tell you as a man (since when you are unjust, the deity Which you may challenge as a King, parts from you 'Twas never read in holy writ, or moral, That subjects on their loyalty were obliged To love their sovereign's vices, your grace, Sir, To such an undeserver is no virtue. What think you now Sir? Say you should love wine, You being the King, and cause I am your subject, Must I beever drunk? Tyrants, not Kings By violence, from humble vassals force The liberty of their souls. I could not love him And to compel affection, as I take it, Is not found in your prerogative. Excellent virgin! How I admire her confidence He complains Of wrong done him: but he no more a King, Unless you do me right. Burn your decrees, And of your laws and statutes make a fire To thwee froz nuee of deliquent, If he escape unpunished. Do your edicts Call it death in any man that breaks into Another's house to rob him, though of trifles And shall Fulgentio your Fulgentio live? Who hath committed more than sacrilege In the pollution of my clear fame By his malicious slanders Have you done this? Answer truly on your life. In the heat of blood Some such thing I reported. Out of my sight, For I vow, if by true penitence thou win This injured Lady to sue out thy pardon, Thy grave is digged already. By my own folly I have made a fair hand of't, You shall know Lady While I wear a crown, justice shall use her sword To cut offenders of, though neerest to s. ay, now you show whose Deputy you are, I now I bathe your feet with tears, it cannot Be censured superstition. You must rise. Rise in our favour, and protection ever: Happy are subjects when the prince is still Guided by justice, not his passionate will. YOu see how tender I am of the quiet And peace of your affection, and what great ones I put off in your You do wisely. Exceeding wisely! and when I have said, I thank you for't, be happy. And good reason, In having such a blessing.
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You mistake me, I come not (Lady) that you may report, Te king to do you honor, made your house (He being there) his court, but to correct Your stubborne disobedience. A pardon For that, could you obtaine it, were well purchas'd With this humility. A pardon Sir? 'Till I am conscios of an offence. I will not wrong y innocence to begge one, What is my crime Sir? Look on him I favour, By you scon'd and negelected. Is that all Sr. No minion, though that were too much. How can you Answer the setting on your desperate brauo To murther him? With your leave, I must not kneele Sir. Whie I replie to this: But thus rise up In my defence, and tell you as a man (since when you are njust, the diety Which you may challenge as a King, part from yo 'Twas never read in holy writ, or morrall, That subject on their loyalty were oblig'd To love their Soveraignes vices, your grace, Sir, To such an undeserver is no vertue. What hinke you now Sir? Say you should love wine, You being the King, and cse I am your subject, Must I beever drnke? Tyrants, not King By violence, from humble vassails force The liberty of their sles. I cold not love him And to compell aection, as I take it, Is not found in your prerative. Excellent virgin! How I admire her confidence He complaines Of wrong done him: but e no mo a King, Vnlesse you do me right. Bune yor decrees, And of r lawes and statutes make a fire To thwee froz nuee of deliquent, If he escape unpunsh'd. Doe your dicts Call it death in any man that breake into Anothers house to rob hi, though of trifles And shall Fulg yur Fulgentio live? Who hath committed more then sacriledge In the pollution of my cleare fame By his malicious slanders Have you done this? Answer truely on your life. In the heat of blood Some such thing I reported. Out of my sight, For I vow, if by tue pentnce thou win n This injur'd Ldy to sue out thy pardo, Thy gve is digg'd already. By my owne folly I have made a faire hand of't, You shall know Lady While I we a crowne, justice hall use her sword To cut offenders of, though neerest to s. I, now you shw whose Deputy you are, I now I bath your fet with teares, it cannot Be censur'd superstition. You must rise. Rise in our favour, and protection ever: Happy are ujects when the prince is sill Guided by justice, not his passionate will. YOu see how tender I am of the qiet And peace of your afection, and what great ones I put off n yr fvour. Yo doe wisely. Exceeding wisely! and when I have said, I thanke you for', be happy And good reason, In having such a blessing.