Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.83 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Whether you will, I wait upon your pleasure; Live in a hollow tree Sir, I'll live with ye. ay, now you strike a harmony a true one, When your obedience waits upon your husband, And your sick will aims at the care of honour, Why now I dote upon ye, love ye dearly, And my rough nature falls like roaring streams, Clearly and sweetly into your embraces, O what a jewel is a woman excellent, A wise a virtuous and a noble woman, When we meet such, we bear our stamps on both sides, And through the world we hold our currant virtues, Alone we are single medals, only faces, And wear our fortunes out in useless shadows, Command you now, and ease me of that trouble, I'll be as humble to you as a servant, Bid whom you please, invite your noble friends, They shall be welcome all, visit acquaintance, Go at your pleasure, now experience Has linked you fast unto the chain of goodness: What noise is this, what dismal cry. 'tis loud too. Sure there's some mischief done i'th' street look out there. Look out and help. Oh sir the Duke Medina. What of the Duke Medina. Oh sweet gentleman, is all most slain. A way a way & help him, all the house help. How slain? why Margarita, Why wife, sure some new device they have afoot again, Some trick upon my credit, I shall meet it, I had rather guide a ship Imperial Alone, and in a storm, then rule one woman. How came ye hurt sir? I fell out with my friend the noble colonel, My cause was nought, for 'twas about your honour: And he that wrongs the Innocent ne'er prospers; And he has left me thus for charity, Lend me a bed to ease my tortured body, That ere I perish I may show my penitence, I fear I am slain. Help gentlemen to carry him, There shall be nothing in this house my Lord, But as your own. I thank ye noble sir. To bed with him, and wife give your attendance. Doctors and surgeons. Do not disquiet me, But let me take my leave in peace. Afore me, 'tis rarely counterfeited. True, it is so sir, And take you heed, this last blow do not spoil ye, He is not hurt, only we made a scuffle, As though we purposed anger, that same scratch On's hand he took, to colour all and draw compassion, That he might get into your house more cunningly, I must not stay, stand now, and you're a brave fellow. I thank ye noble colonel, and I honour ye, Never be quiet. He's most desperate ill sir, I do not think these ten months will recover him. Does he hire my house to play the fool in, Or does it stand on Fairy ground we are haunted, Are all men and their wives troubled with dreams thus. What ail you sir?
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Whether you will, I wait upon your pleasure; Live in a hollow tree Sir, Ile live with ye. I, now you strike a harmony a true one, When your obedience waits upon your husband, And your sick will aimes at the care of honour, Why now I dote upon ye, love ye dearely, And my rough nature falls like roaring streames, Cleerely and sweetly into your embraces, O what a jewell is a woman excellent, A wise a vertuous and a noble woman, When wee meet such, we bear our stamps on both sides, And through the world we hold our currant virtues, Alone we are single meadalls, only faces, And weare our fortunes out in uselesse shadowes, Command you now, and ease me of that trouble, Ile be as humble to you as a servant, Bid whom you please, invite your noble friends, They shall be welcome all, visit acquaintance, Goe at your pleasure, now experience Has link't you fast unto the chain of goodnesse: What noise is this, what dismall cry. Tis lowd too. Sure ther's some mischiefe done i'th street look out there. Look out and help. Oh sir the Duke Medina. What of the Duke Medina. Oh sweet gentleman, is all most slain. A way a way & help him, all the house help. How slain? why Margarita, Why wife, sure some new device they have a foot againe, Some trick upon my credit, I shall meet it, I had rather guide a ship Imperiall Alone, and in a storme, then rule one woman. How came ye hurt sir? I fell out with my friend the noble Coronell, My cause was naught, for 'twas about your honour: And he that wrongs the Innocent nere prospers; And he has left me thus for charity, Lend me a bed to ease my tortur'd body, That ere I perish I may show my penitence, I feare I am slaine. Help gentlemen to carry him, There shall be nothing in this house my Lord, But as your owne. I thank ye noble sir. To bed with him, and wife give your attendance. Doctors and surgions. Doe not disquiet me, But let me take my leave in peace. Afore me, Tis rarely counterfeited. True, it is so sir, And take you heed, this last blow doe not spoile ye, He is not hurt, only we made a scuffle, As though we purpos'd anger, that same scratch On's hand he took, to colour all and draw compassion, That he might get into your house more cunningly, I must not stay, stand now, and y'are a brave fellow. thank ye noble Coronell, and I honour ye, Never be quiet. He's most desperate ill sir, I doe not think these ten months will recover him. Does he hire my house to play the foole in, Or does it stand on Fairy ground we are haunted, Are all men and their wives troubled with dreams thus. What aile you sir?