Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Yes as rocks are When foamy billows split themselves against Their flinty ribs; or as the Moon is moved, When wolves with hunger pined, howl at her brightness. I am of a solid temper, and like these Steer on a constant course: with mine own sword If called into the field, I can make that right, Which fearful enemies murmured at as wrong. Now for, these other piddling complaints Breathed out in bitterness, as when they call me Extortioner, Tyrant, Cormorant, or Intruder On my poor neighbour's right, or grand encloser Of what was common, to my private use; Nay, when my cares are pierced with Widow's cries, And undone Orphans wash with tears my threshold; I only think what 'tis to have my daughter Right honourable; and 'tis a powerful charm Makes me insensible of remorse, or pity, Or the least sting of Conscience. I admire The toughness of your nature. 'Tis for you My Lord, and for my daughter, I am marble Nay more more if you will have my character In little, I enjoy more true delight In my arrival to my wealth, these dark, And crooked ways, than you shall e'er take pleasure In spending what my industry hath compassed. My haste commands me hence, In one word therefore Is it a Match? I hope that is past doubt now. Then rest secure, not the hate of all mankind here; Nor fear of what can fall on me hereafter, Shall make me study aught but your advancement, One story higher. An Earl! if gold can do it. Dispute not my religion, nor my faith, Though I am borne thus headlong by my will, You may make choice of what belief you please, To me they are equal, so my Lord good morrow. he's gone, I wonder how the Earth can bear Such a portent! ay, that have lived a Soldier, And stood the enemies violent charge undaunted To hear this blasphemous beast, I'm bathed all over In a cold sweat: yet like a mountain he Confirmed in Atheistical assertions, Is no more shaken, than Olimpus is When angry Boreas loads his double head With sudden drifts of snow. Save you my Lord. Disturb I not your privacy? No good Madam; For your own sake I am glad you came no sooner. Since this bold, bad man, Sir Giles Overreach Made such a plain discovery of himself, And read this morning such a devilish Matins, That I should think it a sin next to his; But to repeat it. I ne'er pressed my Lord On others privacies, yet against my will, Walking, for health sake, in the gallery Adjoining to your lodgings, I was made (So vehement, and loud he was) partaker Of his tempting offers. Please you to command Your servants hence, and I shall gladly hear Your wiser counsel. 'Tis my Lord a woman's But true, and hearty; wait in the next room, But be within call: yet not so near to force me To whisper my intents. We are taught better By you good Madam.
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Yes as rocks are When foamie billowes split themselues against Their flinty ribbes; or as the Moone is mou'd, When wolues with hunger pin'd, howle at her brightnesse. I am of a solid temper, and like these Steere on a constant course: with mine owne sword If call'd into the field, I can make that right, Which fearefull enemies murmur'd at as wrong. Now for, these other pidling complaints Breath'd out in bitternesse, as when they call me Extortioner, Tyrant, Cormorant, or Intruder On my poore Neighbours right, or grand incloser Of what was common, to my priuate vse; Nay, when my cares are pierc'd with Widdowes cries, And vndon Orphants wash with teares my threshold; I only thinke what 'tis to haue my daughter Right honorable; and 'tis a powerfull charme Makes me insensible of remorse, or pitty, Or the least sting of Conscience. I admire The toughnesse of your nature. 'Tis for you My Lord, and for my daughter, I am marble Nay more more if you will haue my character In little, I enioy more true delight In my arriuall to my wealth, these darke, And crooked wayes, than you shall e're take pleasure In spending what my industry hath compass'd. My hast commands me hence, In one word therefore Is it a Match? I hope that is past doubt now. Then rest secure, not the hate of all mankind here; Nor feare of what can fall on me hereafter, Shall make me studie ought but your aduancement, One story higher. An Earle! if gold can do it. Dispute not my religion, nor my faith, Though I am borne thus headlong by my will, You may make choice of what beleefe you please, To me they are equall, so my Lord good morrow. Hee's gone, I wonder how the Earth can beare Such a portent! I, that haue liu'd a Souldier, And stood the enemies violent charge vndaunted To heare this blasphemous beast, a'm bath'd all ouer In a cold sweat: yet like a mountaine he Confirm'd in Atheisticall assertions, Is no more shaken, than Olimpus is When angry Boreas loades his double head With suddaine drifts of snow. Saue you my Lord. Disturbe I not your priuacie? No good Madam; For your owne sake I am glad you came no sooner. Since this bold, bad man, Sir Giles Ouerreach Made such a plaine discouerie of himselfe, And read this morning such a diuellish Matins, That I should thinke it a sinne next to his; But to repeat it. I ne're press'd my Lord On others priuacies, yet against my will, Walking, for health sake, in the gallerie Adioyning to your lodgings, I was made (So vehement, and loud he was) partaker Of his tempting offers. Please you to command Your seruants hence, and I shall gladly heare Your wiser counsell. 'Tis my Lord a womans But true, and hearty; wait in the next roome, But be within call: yet not so neere to force me To whisper my intents. We are taught better By you good Madam.