Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.78 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Is this true? In his silence 'tis acknowledged If you want A witness to this purpose, I'll depose it: If I have dwelled too long on my deservings To this unthankful man, pray you pardon me, The cause required it. And though now I add A little in my painting to the life His barbarous ingratitude, to deter, Others from imitation, let it meet with A fair interpretation. This serpent, Frozen to numbness, was no sooner warmed In the bosom of my pity, and compassion, But in return, he ruined his preserver The prints the irons had made in his flesh Still ulcerous; but all that I had done (My benefits in sand, or water written) As they had never been, no more remembered. And on what ground; but his ambitious hopes To gain this Duchess favour, Yes, the object, Look on it better (Lady) may excuse The charge of his affection. The object In what? forgive me, modesty, if I say You look upon your form in the false glass Of flattery, and self love, and that deceives you, That you were a Duchess, as I take it, was not Charactered on your face, and that not seen, For other feature, make all these that are Experienced in women, judges of 'em, And if they are not Parasites, they must grant For beauty without art, though you storm at it, I may take the right hand file. Well said i'faith; I see fair women on no terms will yield Priority in beauty. Down proud heart! Why do I rise up in defence of that, Which, in my cherishing of it hath undone me. No Madam, I recant, you are all beauty, Goodness, and virtue, and poor I not worthy As a soil to set you off; enjoy your conquest But do not tyrannize. Yet as I am In my lowness from your height, you may look on me, And in your suffrage to me, make him know That though to all men else I did appear The shame and scorn of women, he stands bound To hold me as her masterpiece. By my life You have shown yourself of such an abject temper, So poor, and low conditioned, as I grieve for Your nearness to me. I am changed in my Opinion of you Lady, and profess The virtues of your mind, an ample fortune For an absolute Monarch. Since you are resolved To damn yourself, in your forsaking of Your noble order for a woman, do it For this. You may search through the world, and meet not With such another Phoenix. On the sudden I feel all fires of love quenched in the water Of compassion, make your peace; you have My free consent; for here I do disclaim All interest in you: and to further your Desires, fair Maid, composed of worth and honour, The dispensation procured by me, Freeing Bertoldo from his vow, makes way To your embraces.
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Is this true? In his silence 'tis acknoledg'd If you want A witnee to this purpose, I'll depose it: If I have dwel too long on my deserving To this unthankfull man, pray you pardon me, The cause requir'd it. And though now I adde A little in my painting to the life His barbarous ingratitude, to deterre, Others from imitation, let it meet with A faire interpretation. This sepent, Frozen to numnesse, was no sooner warm'd In the bosome of my pitty, and compassion, But in returne, he ruin'de his preserver The prints the yrons had made in his flesh Still ulcerous; but all that I had done (My benefits in sand, or water written) As they had never beene, no more remembred. And on what ground; but his ambitious hopes To gaine this Duchesse favour, Yes, the object, Looke on it better (Lady) may excuse The charge of his affection. The object In wha? forgiue mee, modesty, if I say You looke upon your forme in the false glasse Of flattery, and selfe love, and that deceves you, That you were a Duchesse, as I take it, was not Character'd on your face, and that not seene, For other feature, make all these that are Experienc'd in women, judges of 'em, And if they are not Parasites, they must grant For beauty without art, though you storme at it, I may take he righ hand file. Well said i'faith; I see faire women on no termes will yeeld Priority in beauty. Downe proud heart! Why doe I rise up in defence of that, Which, in my cherishing of it hath vndone mee. No Madam, I recant, you are all beauty, Goodnesse, and vertue, and poore I not worthy As a soyle to set you off; enioy your conquest But doe not tyranize. Yet as I am In my lownesse from your height, you may looke on me, And in your suffrage to me, make him know That though to all men else I did appeare The shame and scorne of women, hee stands bound To hold me as her master-piece. By my life You have show'n your selfe of such an abject temper, So poore, and low conditiou'd, as I grieve for Your neerenesse to mee. I am chang'd in my Opinion of you Lady, and professe The vertues of your minde, an ample fortune For an absolute Monarch. Since you are resolv'd To damne your selfe, in your forsaking of Your noble order for a woman, doe it For this. You may search through the world, and meet not With such another Poenix. On the sudden I feele all fires of love quench'd in the water Of compassion, make your peace; you have My free consent; for here I doe disclaime All interest in you: and to further your Desires, faire Maid, compos'd of worth and honour, The dispensation procur'd by mee, Freing Bertoldo from his vow, makes way To your embraces.