Dekker, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1631 [1619-1631] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) (?) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.65 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Tobacco-shops show like prisons in hell; Hot, smoky, stinking, and I hate the smell. who'd think that in a coal of Ashy white, Such fire were glowing? May not a snuff give light? You see it does in him. A withered-tree, doth oft bear branches. What think you then of me sweet Lady. Troth my Lord as of a horse, vilely, if he can Neither wehee, nor wagtail. The Lady Alphonsina Neri, has given it you my Lord. The time may come I may give it her too. I doubt Lord Vanni she will crack no Nuts, With such a tough shell, as is yours and mine, But leaving this, let's see you pray, at Court, I thank your grace. Your wife, and your fair daughter, One of the stars of Florence with your son Heir to your worth and Honours, Trebatio Vanni. I shall attend your grace. The holy knot, Hymen shall shortly tie, and in fair bands, Unite Florence and Pisa by the hands, Or Fiametta and this Pisa Duke (Our Noble son in law) and at this day, Pray be not absent. We shall your will obey, We hear there is a gallant that outvies Us, and our court for bravery, and expense, For royal feasts, triumphs and revellings. He's my near kinsman, mine own brother's son, Who desperately a prodigal race doth run, And for this riotous humour, he has the byname, Signior Torrenti, a swift Headlong stream. But there's another lays on more than he. Old Iacomo? open handed charity, sits ever at his gates to welcome guests, He makes no bonfires, as my riotous kinsman, And yet his chimneys cast out braver smoke, The Bellows which he blows with are good deeds, The rich he smiles upon, the poor he feeds. These gallants we'll be feasted by, and Feast Fame's praises of 'em, shall make us their guest, Mean time we'll hence I have News to tell your Lordship, Signior Angelo (of the Locti Family is banished. How banished? alas poor Angelo Lotti. Why must he go from Florence? Because he can stay there no longer. To what end is he driven from the City? To the end he should go into some other my Lord. Hoida. I hope this is news Sir. What speak the people of him? As bells ring; some out, some in, all jangle, they say he Has dealt with the genoese against the state: but whether with the men, or the women; 'tis to be stood upon. Away Sir knave and fool. Sir knave, a new word: fools, and knaves Sir? This muttering long ago flew to mine ear, The genoese is but a line thrown out, But Fiametta's love, the net that chokes him. He's worthy of her equal, Peace foolish boy, At these state bonfires (whose flames reach so high) To stand aloof, is safer than too nigh. Why brother, what's the matter? I'm ill, exceeding ill. That's not well. Sure I did surfeit at Lord Vanny's. Surfeit? you eat some Meat against your stomach.
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Tobacco-shopps shew like prisons in hell; Hote, smoaky, stinking, and I hate the smell. Who'd thinke that in a coale of Ashy white, Such fire were glowing? May not a snuffe give light? You see it doe's in him. A withered-tree, doth oft beare branches. What thinke you then of me sweere Lady. Troth my Lord as of a horse, vilely, if he can Neither wihi, nor wagg's-Taile. The Lady Alphonsina Neri, has given it you my Lord. The time may come I may give it her too. I doubt Lord Vanni she will cracke no Nutts, With such a tough shell, as is yours and mine, But leaving this, lets see you pray, at Court, I thanke your grace. Your wife, and your faire daughter, One of the stars of Florence with your sonne Heire to your worth and Honours, Trebatio Vanni. I shall attend your grace. The holy knot, Hymea shall shortly tie, and in faire bands, Vnite Florence and Pisa by the hands, Or Fyametta and this Pisa Duke (Our Noble-son in law) and at this daie, Pray be not absent. We shall your will obey, We heare there is a gallant that out-vies Vs, and our court for brauery, and expence, For royall feasts, trium hs and revellings. He's my neere kinsman, mine owne brothers son, Who desperately a prodigall race doth ronne, And for this riotous humour, he has the by-name, Signior Torrenti, a swift Head-long streame. But ther's another layes on more then he. Old Iacomo? open handed charitie, Sit's ever at his gates to welcome guests, He makes no bone-fires, as my riotous kinsman, And yet his chimneis cast out braver smoake, The Bellows which he blowes with are good deeds, The rich he smiles upon, the poore he feeds. These gallants we'le be feasted by, and Feast Fames praises of 'em, shall make us their guest, Meane time we'le hence I have News to tell your Lordship, Signior Angelo (of the Locti Famely is banished. How banish't? alas poore Angelo Lotti. Why must he goe from Florence? Because he can stay there no longer. To what end is he driven from the Citie? To the end he should goe into some other my Lord. Hoida. I hope this is newes Sir. What speake the people of him? As bells ring; some out, some in, all jangle, they say he Has dealt with the Genoway against the state: but whether with the men, or the women; tis to be stood upon. Away Sir knave and foole. Sir knave, a new word: fooles, and knaves Sir? This muttering long agoe flew to mine eare, The Genoway is but a line throwne out, But Fiametta's love, the net that choakes him. He's worthy of her equall, Peace foolish boy, At these state bone-fires (whose flames reach so high) To stand aloose, is safer then too nigh. Why brother, what's the matter? I'me ill, exceeding ill. That's not well. Sure I did surfet at Lord Vannies. Surfet? you eate some Meate against your stomack.