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 T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
To do me justice Exacts your present care, and can admit Of no delay. If e'er my cause be heard In favour of your brother, you go on Sir, Your sceptre cannot right me. he's the man, The guilty man, whom I accuse, and you Stand bound in duty, as you are Supreme, To be impartial. Since you are a judge, As a Delinquent, look on him, and not As on a brother; justice painted blind Infers, her Ministers are obliged to hear The cause and truth, the Judge determine of it, And not swayed, or by favour, or affection, By a false gloss, or wrested comment alter The true intent, and letter of the law. Nor will I Madam, You seem troubled, Sir, His colour changes too. The alteration Grows from his guilt. The goodness of my cause Begets such confidence in me, that I bring No hired tongue to plead for me, that with gay Rhetorical flourishes may palliate That, which stripped naked, will appear deformed. I stand here, mine own advocate; and my truth Delivered in the plainest language, will Make good itself, nor will I, if the King Give suffrage to it, but admit of you, My greatest enemy, and this stranger Prince, To sit assistants with him. I ne'er wronged you. In your knowledge of the injury, I believe it, Nor will you in your justice, when you are Acquainted with my interest in this man Which I lay claim to. Let us take our seats, What is your title to him? By this contract Sealed solemnly before a reverend man, I challenge him for my husband. Ha. was I Sent for the Friar, for this? O Sylli! Sylli! Some cordial, or I faint. This writing is Authentical. But done in heat of blood, (Charmed by her flatteries, as no doubt he was) To be dispensed with. Add this, if you please, The distance and disparity between Their births and fortunes. What can innocence hope for When such as sit her judges, are corrupted! Disparity of birth, or fortune urge you? Or Siren charms? or at his best in me, Wants to deserve him? Call some few days back, And as he was, consider him, and you Must grant him my inferior. Imagine You saw him now in fetters with his honour, His liberty lost; with her black wings despair Circling his miseries, and his Gonzaga. Trampling on his afflictions; the great sum Proposed for his redemption; the King Forbidding payment of it; this near kinsmen, With his protesting followers, and friends, Falling off from him; by the whole world forsaken; Dead to all hope, and buried in the grave Of his calamities, and then weigh duly What she deserved (whose merits now are doubted) That as his better Angel in her bounties Appeared unto him, his great ransom paid, His wants, and with a prodigal hand supplied, Whether then being my manumised slave, He owed not himself to me?
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To doe mee justice Exacts your present care, and can admit Of no delay. If e'r my cause be heard In favour of your brother, you go on Sir, Your scepter cannot right mee. Hee's the man, The guilty man, whom I accuse, and you Stand bound in duty, as you are Supreame, To be impartiall. Since you are a Iudge, As a Delinquent, looke on him, and not As on a brother; justice painted blinde Inferres, her Ministers ae oblig'd to heare The cause and truth, the Idge determine of it, And not sway'd, or by favour, or affection, By a false glosse, or wrested comment alter The true intent, and letter of the law. Nor will I Madam, You seeme troubl'd, Sir, His colour changes too. The alteration Growes from his guilt. The goodnesse of my cause Begets such confidence in mee, that I bring No hir'd tongue to plead for mee, that with gay Rhetoricall flourishes may pallie That, which stripp'd naked, will appeare deform'd. I stand here, mine owne advocate; and my ruth Deliver'd in the plainest language, will Make good it selfe, nor will I, if the King Give suffrage to it, but admit of you, My greatest enemy, and this stranger Prince, To sit assistants with him. I ne'r wrong'd you. In your knowledge of the injury, I believe it, Nor will you in your justice, when you are Acquainted with my interest in this man Which I lay claime to. Let us take our seats, What is your title to him? By this contract Seal'd solemnely before a reveren'd man, I challenge him for my husband. Ha. was I Sent for the Frier, for this? O Sylli! Sylli! Some cordiall, or I faint. This writing is Authenticall. But done in heat of blood, (Charm'd by her flatteries, as no doubt he was) To be dispens'd with. Adde this, if you please, The distance and disparity betweene Their births and fortunes. What can inocence hope for When such as sit her jugdes, are corrupted! Dsparity of birth, or fortune urge you? Or yren charmes? or at his best in mee, Wants to deserve him? Call some few daies backe, And as he was, consider him, and you Must grant him my inferiour. Imagine You saw him now in fetters with his honour, His liberty lost; with her blacke wings despaire Circling his miseries, and his Gonzaga. Trampling on his afflictions; the great summe Propos'd for his redemption; the King Forbidding payment of it; this neere kinsmen, With his protesting followers, and friends, Falling off from him; by the whole world forsaken; Dead to all hope, and buried in the grave Of his calamities, and then waigh duly What she deserv'd (whose merits now are doubted) That as his better Angell in her bounties Appeard unto him, his great ransome pad, His wants, and with a prodigall hand suppli'd, Whether then being my manumised slave, Hee ow'd not himselfe to mee?