D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Can you do't? So well, as Aesop could discharge his Scene, whereby he won most laud. This praise were well in me. Mistrust not my behaviour, and if it prove not correspondent to my word, think me an idle vaunter, and no meet associate for you. When put we this in practice? There's no deferring weeks, nor days, this hour, this very evening does my fit begin. Shall we about it then? What else, what else? Remember gentlemen you fall not upon the scandal of Ignorance: but in any case keep your countenances. Make no doubt of that. Come then, and fortune friend us. Draw your sword. 'Gainst whom? 'Gainst me. 'Gainst any living man that's your enemy: What ails my dear Francisco? By your face you should not be in health. Draw your sword. What mean you? Draw your sword. 'Gainst you never in anger: Are you well Franciscus? methinks your cheek Carries a paler hue than wont to be his Livery. I must fight with you. With me. With thee perfidious monster, with thee thou Iudas. Are you yourself? Thou hast abused me, wronged me. I wronged and abused you? Franciscus, can you think so of me? Do not inquire; yonder he sits knows all: Look yonder, thou art to him transparent, and seen through, As easy as the air: do not cloak thy vice, do not: Seest thou this? seest thou the place we tread on? Mark my speech, one of us twain, or both (never start) On this cold earth, this very Champion, shall Offer up a crimson sacrifice of his most precious blood: For that cause drew I to this silent shade, Remote from all suspicion, where Revenge might glut with satisfaction: Draw thy sword, or else thou never shalt. Did not my love prohibit, Think, Francisco, I could not be a Coward, Nor endure the opprobrious taunts the malice Of your heart has made your tongue throw on me; Why I know not: believe me, and receive it for a truth, Were you some other, in this wide vast world, And not Franciscus, you had been a dog That I had kicked long since; but you are my friend, And my disgrace is buried: yet if you carry honour In your breast, and bear your wonted venerable mind, Make me to understand from whence, or why your Comminations & undecent language point thus at me alone? Will you draw? Do you thirst for blood? if so, and mine, hide to the hilts your naked instrument, my bosom is your mark: thrust home and take your fill. Will you draw? You had mine answer, never, never. Do you not love my wife? Yes, by Heaven. Confess, o impudence! my wrong cries out, no more expostulation, remember Iulio. Wherefore him, he is a Toad more virulent, oh, oh! bath there, adulterate fiend, and thy red drops wash off thy guilty stains.
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Can you do't? So well, as Aeſop could diſcharge his Scene, whereby he won moſt laud. This praiſe were well in me. Miſtruſt not my behaviour, and if it prove not correſpondent to my word, thinke me an idle vanter, and no meet aſſociate for you. When put we this in practice? There's no deferring weekes, nor dayes, this houre, this very evening does my fit begin. Shall we about it then? What elſe, what elſe? Remember gentlemen you fall not upon the ſcandall of Ignorance: but in any caſe keep your countenances. Make no doubt of that. Come then, and fortune friend us. Draw your ſword. 'Gainſt whom? 'Gainſt me. 'Gainſt any living man thats your enemy: What ailes my deare Franciſco? By your face you ſhould not be in health. Draw your ſword. What meane you? Draw your ſword. 'Gainſt you never in anger: Are you well Franciſcus? me thinkes your cheeke Carries a paler hue than wont to be his Livery. I muſt fight with you. With me. With thee perfideous monſter, with thee thou Iudas. Are you your ſelfe? Thou haſt abuſed me, wronged me. I wrong'd and abus'd you? Franciſcus, can you think ſo of me? Doe not enquire; yonder he ſits knowes all: Look yonder, thou art to him tranſparent, and ſeen through, As eaſie as the aire: doe not cloak thy vice, doe not: See'ſt thou this? ſee'ſt thou the place we tread on? Marke my ſpeech, one of us twaine, or both (never ſtart) On this cold earth, this very Champion, ſhall Offer up a crimſon ſacrifice of his moſt precious blood: For that cauſe drew I to this ſilent ſhade, Remote from all ſuſpition, where Revenge might glut with ſatisfaction: Draw thy ſword, or elſe thou never ſhalt. Did not my love prohibit, Thinke, Franciſco, I could not be a Coward, Nor endure the opprobrious taunts the malice Of your heart has made your tongue throw on me; Why I know not: believe me, and receive it for a truth, Were you ſome other, in this wide vaſt world, And not Franciſcus, you had beene a dogge That I had kickt long ſince; but you are my friend, And my diſgrace is buried: yet if you carry honour In your breaſt, and beare your wonted venerable mind, Make me to underſtand from whence, or why your Comminations & undecent language point thus at me alone? Will you draw? Do you thirſt for bloud? if ſo, and mine, hide to the hilts your naked inſtrument, my boſome is your mark: thruſt home and take your fill. Will you draw? You had mine anſwer, never▪ never. Do you not love my wife? Yes, by Heaven. Confeſſe, ô impudence! my wrong cryes out, no more expoſtulation, remember Iulio. Wherefore him, he is a Toad more virulent, oh, oh! Bathe there, adulterate fiend, and thy red drops waſh off thy guilty ſtains.