The Sophister (Fallacy, or The Troubles of Great Hermenia) · chunk 21 of 32
Zouche, Richard · published 1639 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1620] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Would that procure thy noble heart's content, No force should bar thee: but we long to hear How stand your hopes for fair Verona? Why my hopes are clear, But yet my thoughts are somewhat overcast, To think that I should hazard, with myself, The yet unthanked loves of all my friends. Were't to be tried out by our wit, or words, I could be confident; but boisterous force is. Yet though I doubt, I fear not, and my friends With patience will attend the main event. What's this my Sovereign speaketh to himself? My Lord I understand not what you would, But gathering from your unaccustomed phrase, That somewhat much concerns you, I request Better to be acquainted with your meaning. Lord Opposition, there's not any man Hath greater interest in me than you; And therefore look into my deepest thoughts Scientia but even now hath sent me word, That notwithstanding all her promises To Demonstration, she could be content, To place her best affections upon me: But first entreats me to remove one let. One let? now were there twenty thousand ls, We would remove them. None but judicium's witness to her vows, Were he dispatched, she were resolved for me. Iudicium? now I'll send him down to hell; He may prove witness before Rhadamant, But never shall disturb our peace on earth. Nay, but the matter must be well conceived, He hath procured him for his noble friend, To bid me combat: which I have accepted; And though I cannot well foresee the event, I rest in this, my friends will rest content. Now I have cause enough of discontent: Was not I worthy to have killed the slave? Sir, you shall never undergo this action: Or if you needs will fight, then fight with me; For I do vow, unless you yield in this, You kindle that proud heat which cannot die, But wrapped up in your ashes, or mine own. Why, good my Lord, what would you have me do? I prize your friendship at my kingdom rate, Yet somewhat must esteem my reputation: At least be pleased to meet in some disguise: 'Twas was his request to' escape from conscious eyes, If he survived, me conquered, he might take Some mask upon him, which small liberty, Presuming if I pleased on the like, I granted him. This 'tis, when men of judgement Do venture on such weighty actions: They make all sure, they will prevent the Fates: I care not how I kill the villain, Or who have credit for it; but I'll kill him. Then be persuaded to anoint thy blade With this enchanted oil, 'tis strong in virtue. When is the time? where is the place? 'Tis here, Within this hour. I will but try my sword, And surely meet him.
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Would that procure thy noble hearts content, No force should barre thee: but we long to heare How stand your hopes for faire Verona? Why my hopes are cleare, But yet my thoughts are somewhat over-cast, To thinke that I should hazard, with my selfe, The yet unthanked loves of all my friends. Wer't to be tride out by our wit, or words, I could be confident; but boisterous force is. Yet though I doubt, I feare not, and my friends With patience will attend the maine event. What's this my Soveraigne speaketh to himselfe? My Lord I understand not what you would, But gathering from your unaccustom'd phrase, That somewhat much concernes you, I request Better to be acquainted with your meaning. Lord Opposition, there's not any man Hath greater interest in me than you; And therefore looke into my deepest thoughts Scientia but even now hath sent me word, That notwithstanding all her promises To Demonstration, she could be content, To place her best affections upon me: But first entreats me to remove one le. One let? now were there twenty thousand ls, We would remove them. None but Iudicium's witnesse to her vowes, Were he dispatch'd, she were resolv'd for me. Iudicium? now Ile send him downe to hell; He may prove witnesse before Rhadamant, But never shall disturbe our peace on earth. Nay, but the matter must be well conceiv'd, He hath procur'd him for his noble friend, To bid me combate: which I have accepted; And though I cannot well fore-see the event, I rest in this, my friends will rest content. Now I have cause enough of discontent: Was not I worthy to have kild the slave? Sir, you shall never undergoe this action: Or if you needes will fight, then fight with mee; For I doe vow, unlesse you yeeld in this, You kindle that proud heate which cannot dye, But wrapt up in your ashes, or mine owne. Why, good my Lord, what would you have me doe? I prize your friendship at my kingdome rate, Yet somewhat must esteeme my reputation: At least be pleas'd to meete in some disguise: 'Twas was his request to 'escape from conscious eyes, If he surviv'd, me conquer'd, he might take Some maske upon him, which small liberty, Presuming if I pleas'd on the like, I granted him. This 'tis, when men of judgement Doe venture on such weighty actions: They make all sure, they will prevent the Fates: I care not how I kill the villaine, Or who have credit for it; but Ile kill him. Then be perswaded to annoint thy blade With this enchanted oyle, 'tis strong in vertue. When is the time? where is the place? 'Tis here, Within this houre. I will but try my sword, And surely meete him.