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 0.72 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I have a justices warrant to apprehend your weapons, Therefore I charge you deliver. Oh my Lord: make a fray in an open street? 'tis to Make a bonfire to draw children and fools Together; Signior Angelo, pray be wise, and begone. I do but guard my life (my Lord) from danger. Sir, you do exercise your violence; Upon a man, stabbed to the heart with wounds; You see him sinking, and you set your foot Upon his head, to kill him with two deaths; Trample not thus on a poor banished man. If he be banished, why dwells he i'th' house, whose Tiles are pulled down over his head? You must hunt No more in this Park of Florence; why then Do you lie sneaking here, to steal venison? My Lords, I take my last leave of you all; Of love, and fortunes— Lower thou canst not fall. Trust me, my Lord, This Lotti is a man, (Setting aside his rivalship in love, For which you hate him) so abundant rich In all the Virtues of a Gentleman, That had you read their file, as I have done, You would not only fall in love with him, And hold him worthy of a Princess bed, But grieve, that for a woman, such a man Should so much suffer; in being so put down, Never to rise again. A terrible case, i'd not be in't for all Florence. Troth dear friend, The praises which have crowned him with thy judgement, Make me to cast on him an open eye, Which was before shut, and I pity him. I Never heard 'mongst all your Roman spirits. That any held so bravely up his head, In such a sea of troubles (that come rolling One on another's neck) as Lotti doth, He puts the spite of Fortune to disgrace, And makes her, when she frowns worst, turn her face. No more: I love him; and for all the Dukedom, Would not have cut so Noble a spreading Vine, To draw from it one drop of blood; Lord Vanni, I thank you that you cured our wounded peace, So fare you well. A good health to you both. You play the Constable wisely. And I his Beadle, I hope as wisely. The Constable wisely; Cargo he calls me fool by craft, But let 'em pass. As Gentlemen do by Creditors (muffled) I have another case to handle: thou know'st the Donna Alphonsina, of the Neri Family. The little paraquito that was here when the Duke Was feasted, she had quicksilver in her mouth, for Her tongue, like a Bride the first night, never lay still. The same Aspenleaf, the same; is't not a Galley for The Great Turk to be rowed in? I think my Lord, in calm weather, she may set upon A galleass big as your Lordship. Commend me to this Angelica. Angelica-water is good for a cold stomach. I am all fire. she's a cooler. Would 'twere come to that. A small thing does it my Lord; in the time a Flemming drinks a Flap-dragon.
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I have a Iustices warrant to apprehend your weapons, Therefore I charge you deliver. Oh my Lord: make a fray in an open streete? 'tis to Make a bon-fire to draw children and fooles Together; Signior Angelo, pray be wise, and begon. I doe but guard my life (my Lord) from danger. Sir, you doe exercise your violence; Vpon a man, stab'd to the heart with wounds; You see him sinking, and you set your foote Vpon his head, to kill him with two deathes; Trample not thus on a poore banish'd man. If hee be banish'd, why dwells hee ith'house, whose Tiles are pull'd downe over his head? You must hunt No more in this Parke of Florence; why then Doe you lie sneaking heere, to steale venison? My Lords, I take my last leave of you all; Of love, and fortunes— Lower thou canst not fall. Trust mee, my Lord, This Lotti is a man, (Setting aside his rivall-ship in love, For which you hate him) so abundant rich In all the Vertues of a Gentle-man, That had you read their file, as I haue done, You would not onely fall in love with him, And hold him worthy of a Princesse bed, But grieve, that for a woman, such a man Should so much suffer; in being so put downe, Never to rise againe. A terrible case, i'de not be in't for all Florence. Troth deare friend, The praises which have crown'd him with thy Iudgement, Make mee to cast on him an open eye, Which was before shut, and I pittie him. I Never heard 'mongst all your Romane spirits. That any held so bravely up his head, In such a sea of troubles (that come rowling One on anothers necke) as Lotti doth, Hee puts the spite of Fortune to disgrace, And makes her, when shee frownes worst, turne her face. No more: I love him; and for all the Dukedome, Would not have cut so Noble a spreading Vine, To draw from it one drop of blood; Lord Vanni, I thanke you that you cur'd our wounded peace, So fare you well. A good health to you both. You play the Constable wisely. And I his Beadle, I hope as wisely. The Constable wisely; Cargo he calls me foole by craft, But let 'em passe. As Gentle-men doe by Creditors (muffled) I haue another case to handle: thou know'st the Donna Alphonsina, of the Neri Familie. The little Paraquinto that was heere when the Duke Was feasted, shee had quick-silver in her mouth, for Her tongue, like a Bride the first night, never lay still. The same Aspen-leafe, the same; is't not a Galley for The Great Turke to be row'd in? I thinke my Lord, in calme weather, shee may set upon A Gally-ass bigge as your Lordship. Commend me to this Angelica. Angelica-water is good for a cold stomach. I am all fire. Shee's a cooler. Would 'twere come to that. A small thing does it my Lord; in the time a Flemming drinkes a Flap-dragon.