Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1632 [1632-1633] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Or what? you will be mad? be rather wise: Think on Ferentes first, and think by whom The harmless youth was slaughtered: had he lived, He would have told you tales: Fernando feared it; And to prevent him, under show, forsooth, Of rare device, most trimly cut him off. Have you yet eyes, Duke? Shrewdly urged,— 'tis piercing For looking on a sight shall split your soul You shall not care, I'll undertake myself To do't some two days hence, for need tonight, But that you are in Court. Right; would you desire, my Lord, to see them exchange kisses, sucking one another's lips, nay, begetting an heir to the Dukedom, or practising more than the very act of adultery itself? Give but a little way by a feigned absence, and you shall find 'em— I blush to speak doing what: I am mad to think on't, you are most shamefully, most sinfully, most scornfully cornuted. D''ee play upon me? as I am your Prince, There's some shall roar for this: why what was I, Both to be thought or made so vild a thing? Stay— Madam marquess,— ho Roderico, you Sir, Bear witness, that if ever I neglect One day, one hour, one minute, to wear out With toil of plot, or practice of conceit, My busy skull, till I have found a death More horrid than the Bull of Phalaris, Or all the fabling Poets; dreaming whips: If ever I take rest, or force a smile Which is not borrowed from a Royal vengeance, Before I know which way to satisfy Fury and wrong: (nay kneel down) let me die More wretched than despair, reproach, contempt, Laughter and poverty itself can make me: Let's rise on all sides, friends; now all's agreed; If the Moon serve, some that are safe shall bleed. My Lord the Duke. Biancha! ha, how is't? How is't, Biancha? what Fernando? come, shall's shake hands, sirs? faith this is kindly done: Here's three as one; welcome dear wife, sweet Friend. I do not like this now, it shows scurvily to me, My Lord we have a suit our friend and I. She puts my friend before most kindly still. Must join. What must? My Lord! Must join, you say. That you will please to set Maurucio At liberty: this Gentle woman here, Hath by agreement made betwixt them two, Obtained him for her husband; good my Lord Let me entreat, I dare engage mine honour He's innocent in any wilful fault. Your honour, Madam! now beshrew you for't, T'engage your honour on so slight a ground: Honour's a precious jewel, I can tell you; Nay, 'tis Biancha.— Go too, D'avolos, Bring us Maurucio hither. I shall, my Lord.—— I humbly thank your grace. And, Royal Sir, since Iulia and Colona; Chief Actors in Ferentes tragic end, Were, through their Ladies mediation, Freed by your gracious pardon; ay, in pity. Tendered this widow's friendless misery; For whose reprieve I shall in humblest duty Be ever thankful.
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Or what? you will be mad? be rather wise: Thinke on Ferentes first, and thinke by whom The harmlesse youth was slaughter'd: had he liu'd, He would haue told you tales: Fernando fear'd it; And to preuent him, vnder shew, forsooth, Of rare deuice, most trimly cut him off. Haue you yet eyes, Duke? Shrewdly vrg'd,—'tis piercing For looking on a sight shall split your soule You shall not care, vndertake my selfe To do't some two dayes hence, for need to night, But that you are in Court. Right; wud you desire, my Lord, to see them exchange , sucking one anothers lips, nay, begetting an heire to the Dukedome, or practising more then the very act of adultery it selfe? Giue but a little way by a fained absence, and you shall find 'em—I blush to speake doing what: I am mad to thinke on't, you are most shamefully, most sinfully, most scornfully cornuted. D'ee play vpon me? as I am your Prince, There's some shall rore for this: why what was I, Both to be thought or made so vild a thing? Stay—Madam Marquesse,—ho Roderico, you Sir, Beare witnesse, that if euer I neglect One day, one houre, one minute, to weare out With toyle of plot, or practice of conceit, My busie skull, till I haue found a death More horrid then the Bull of Phalaris, Or all the fabling Poets; dreaming whips: If euer I take rest, or force a smile Which is not borrowed from a Royall vengeance, Before I know which way to satisfie Fury and wrong: (nay kneele downe) let me dye More wretched then despaire, reproach, contempt, Langhter and pouerty it selfe can make me: Let's rise on all sides, friends; now all's agreed; If the Moone serue, some that are safe shall bleed. My Lord the Duke. Biancha! ha, how is't? How is't, Biancha? what Fernando? come, Shal's shake hands, sirs? faith this is kindly done: Here's three as one; welcome deere Wise, sweet Frind. I doe not like this now, it shewes scuruily to me, My Lord we haue a our friend and I. She puts my friend before most kindly still. Must ioyne. What must? My Lord! Must ioyne, you say. That you will please to set Maurucio At liberty: this Gentle woman here, Hath by agreement made betwixt them two, Obtain'd him for her husband; good my Lord Let me intreat, I dare ingage mine honour He's nnocent in any wilfull fault. Your honour, Madam! now beshrew you for't, T'ingage your honour on so slight a ground: Honour's a precious Iewell, I can tell you; Nay, 'tis Biancha.—Goe too, D'auolos, Bring vs Maurucio hither. I shall, my Lord.—— I humbly thanke your grace. And, Royall Sir, since Iulia and Colona; Chiefe Actors in Ferentes tragicke end, Were, through their Ladies mediation, Freed by your gracious pardon; I, in pitty. Tendered this widowes friendlesse misery; For whose reprieue I shall in humblest duty Be euer thankfull.