Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
'Tis worth the noting, virtue is rare in you. You Sir, d'ye hear? they say you'll put Poison in my drink; do, do, plot on, and be A politic fool, I see into your thoughts, My eye-sight's clear, thank heaven, and yet i've lived A long long while. Did you hear that? 'Twas shrewd. fourscore, and ten, you cannot be less madam. Some ere this would have used spectacles, but I Must suffer all. View all the monuments, and tombs in Naples, And if you find grief carved there in such variety of postures As these women stand in, sell me for a statue. This spectacle hath made me one. Good heavens, have you a curse beyond this? Throw it on me; my guilt deserves it, and Somewhat beyond your vengeance: afflict not Innocence, It will be called your crime, not mine, that she Is miserable. Look ye, now I think on't, I've a fine device Come in my head, what think you of a play? we'll act a play, a tragedy, wilt not be well? we'll have a King in't, and he, (d'ye understand?) he shall be Killed, methinks you'd act it handsomely. My Lord, you'd play the fool in't, an old doting fool rarely. Now the cur bites. If you'd lend me your gown, and cap, I should do't better; then, a noise of Musicians would be excellent. Well, remember this. Faith so I shall, as often as I am disposed to laugh. No matter though, Ferrando, now I consider better on't, you shall not, you'd not do it well; do't toth' life, I'll not give a pin for't else: let me alone for one, I'd act that same king's daughter, I can command a tear or two: if need be, perhaps a sigh; if 'twere to rave, or grow stark mad, I should learn too: alas these plays are pretty morals of our lives; fine, harmless, innocent sports. Her madness grows strongly upon her. But madam, pray what part shall I act? Thou Sylvio?— thouart a pretty boy, but that thou weep'st so much; I fear thoust spoiled thy face; with a little paint 'twould serve turn: thou shalt act some Lady in disguise. How truly do I do it? One that has been in love. I should do that scurvily. Why? Because I can love none but you, and would be loath to dissemble, though but in jest. Come, thou shalt not then; thou shalt be my page still. Indeed madam I should die if I were otherwise: But pray, when will you be well? you have been sick a great while. Yes, and shall be so till I am dead; say nothing Sylvio, I'll steal away from them, when they shall not know of't. Not alone, I'll die with you, and be buried with you if you will give me leave. Ferrando, you will see it done? What madam? See us both buried, laid by my Father, he was a good, good King: build us a tomb as lasting as our names.
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'Tis worth the noting, vertue is rare in you. You Sir, do'e heare? they ſay you'le put Poyſon in my drinke; do, do, plot on, and be A politicke foole, I ſee into your thoughts, My eye-ſight's cleare, thanke heaven, and yet l've liv'd A long long while. Did you heare that? 'Twas ſhrewd. Foureſcore, and ten, you cannot be leſſe Madame. Some ere this would have us'd ſpectacles, but I Muſt ſuffer all. View all the monuments, and tombes in Naples, And if you find griefe carv'd there in ſuch varietie of poſtures As theſe women ſtand in, ſell mee for a ſtatue. This ſpectacle hath made mee one. Good heavens, have you a curſe beyond this? Throw it on me; my guilt deſerves it, and Somewhat beyond your vengeance: afflict not Innocence, It will be call'd your crime, not mine, that ſhee Is miſerable. Looke ye, now I thinke on't, I've a fine deviſe Come in my head, what thinke you of a play? Wee'le act a play, a tragedy, wilt not be well? Wee'le have a King in't, and he, (do'e underſtand?) he ſhall be Kill'd, methinkes you'd act it handſomely. My Lord, you'd play the foole in't, an old doating foole rarely. Now the curre bites. If you'd lend mee your gowne, and cap, I ſhould do't better; then, a noyſe of Muſitians would be excellent. Well, remember this. Faith ſo I ſhall, as often as I am diſpos'd to laugh. No matter though, Ferrando, now I conſider better on't, you ſhall not, you'd not do it well; do't to'th life, I'le not give a pin for't elſe: let me alone for one, I'de act that ſame Kings daughter, I can command a teare or two: if need bee, perhaps a ſigh; if 'twere to rave, or grow ſtarke mad, I ſhould learne too: alas theſe playes are pretty moralls of our lives; fine, harmeleſſe, innocent ſports. Her madneſſe growes ſtrongly upon her. But Madame, pray what part ſhall I act? Thou Sylvio? — th'art a pretty boy, but that thou weep'ſt ſo much; I feare th'aſt ſpoyl'd thy face; with a little paint 'twould ſerve turn: thou ſhalt act ſome Lady in diſguiſe. How truly do I doe it? One that has beene in love. I ſhould do that ſcurvily. Why? Becauſe I can love none but you, and would be loath to diſſemble, though but in jeſt. Come, thou ſhal't not then; thou ſhalt be my page ſtill. Indeed Madame I ſhould dye if I were otherwiſe: But pray, when will you be well? you have bin ſicke a great while. Yes, and ſhall be ſo till I am dead; ſay nothing Sylvio, I'le ſteale away from them, when they ſhall not know of't. Not alone, I'le dye with you, and be buried with you if you will give mee leave. Ferrando, you will ſee it done? What Madame? See us both buried, laid by my Father, he was a good, good King: build us a tombe as laſting as our names.