Peele, George / Shakespeare, William · published 1594 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Demetrius, thou dost overween in all, And so in this, to bear me down with braves, 'tis not the difference of a year or two Makes me less gracious, or thee more fortunate: I am as able and as fit as thou, To serve, and to deserve my Mistress grace, And that my sword upon thee shall approve, And plead my passions for Lauinias love. Clubs, Clubs, these lovers will not keep the peace. Why boy, although our mother (vnaduizd) Gave you a dancing Rapier by your side, Are you so desperate grown to threat your friends: Go too: have your lath glued within your sheath, Till you know better how to handle it. Mean while sir, with the little skill I have, Full well shalt thou perceive how much I dare. I boy, grow ye so brave? Why how now Lords? So near the emperors Palace dare ye draw, And maintain such a quarrel openly? Full well I wot the ground of all this grudge, I would not for a million of gold, The cause were known to them it most concerns, Nor would your Noble Mother for much more, Be so dishonoured in the Court of Rome. For shame put up. Not I till I have sheathed, My Rapier in his bosom, and withal Thrust those reproachful speeches down his throat, That he hath breathed in my dishonour here. For that I am prepared, and full resolved, Fowl spoken Coward, that thunderest with thy tongue, And with thy weapon nothing darest perform. Away I say. Now by the Gods that warlike Goths adore, This petty brabble will undo us all: Why Lords, and think you not how dangerous It is to jet upon a Prince's right? What is Lavinia then become so lose, Or Bascianus so degenerate, That for her love such quarrels may be brought, Without controlment, justice, or revenge. Young Lords beware, and should the Empress know, This discords ground, the music would not please. I care not I, knew she and all the world, I love Lavinia more than all the world. Youngling learn thou to make some meaner choice, Lavinia is thine elder brothers hope. Why are ye mad? or know ye not in Rome, How furious and impatient they be, And cannot brook competitors in love? I tell you Lords, you do but plot your deaths, By this device. Aron, A thousand deaths would I propose, To achieve her whom I love. To achieve her how? Why makes thou it so strange? She is a woman, therefore may be wood, She is a woman, therefore may be won, She is Lavinia, therefore must be loud. What man, more water glideth by the mill Than wots the Miller of, and easy it is, Of a cut loaf to steal a shive we know: Though Bascianus be the emperors brother, Better than he have worn Vulcan's badge. I and as good as Saturninus may.
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Demetrius, thou dost ouerweene in all, And so in this, to beare me downe with braues, Tis not the difference of a yeare or two Makes me lesse gratious, or thee more fortunate: I am as able and as fit as thou, To serue, and to deserue my Mistris grace, And that my sword vpon thee shall approue, And plead my passions for Lauinias loue. Clubs, Clubs, these louers will not keepe the peace. Why boy, although our mother (vnaduizd) Gaue you a daunsing Rapier by your side, Are you so desperate growne to threat your friends: Goe too: haue your lath glued within your sheath, Till you know better how to handle it. Meane while sir, with the little skill I haue, Full well shalt thou perceiue how much I dare. I boy, grow yee so braue? VVhy how now Lords? So neere the Emperours Pallace dare yee drawe, And maintaine such a quarrell openlie? Full well I wote the ground of all this grudge, I would not for a million of gold, The cause were knowne to them it most concernes, Nor would your Noble Mother for much more, Be so dishonoured in the Court of Rome. For shame put vp. Not I till I haue sheathd, My Rapier in his bosome, and withall Thrust those reprochfull speeches downe his throat, That he hath breathd in my dishonour here. For that I am prepard, and full resolude, Fowle spoken Coward, that thundrest with thy tongue, And with thy weapon nothing darst performe. Away I say. Now by the Gods that warlike Gothes adore, This pettie brabble will vndoo vs all: VVhy Lords, and thinke you not how dangerous It is to et vpon a Princes right? VVhat is Lauinia then become so loose, Or Bascianus so degenerate, That for her loue such quarrels may be brocht, VVithout controulement, iustice, or reuenge. Young Lords beware, and should the Empresse know, This discords ground, the musicke would not please. I care not I, knew shee and all the world, I loue Lauinia more than all the world. Yongling learne thou to make some meaner choise, Lauinia is thine elder brothers hope. VVhy are ye mad? or know yee not in Rome, How furious and impatient they bee, And cannot brooke competitors in loue? I tell you Lords, you doo but plot your deaths, By this deuise. Aron, A thousand deaths would I propose, To atchiue her whom I loue. To atchiue her how? VVhy makes thou it so strange? Shee is a woman, therefore may be woode, Shee is a woman, therefore may be woonne, Shee is Lauinia, therefore must be loude. VVhat man, more water glideth by the mill Than wos the Miller of, and easie it is, Of a cut loafe to steale a shiue we know: Though Bascianus be the Emperours brother, Better than he haue worne Vulcans badge. I and as good as Saturninus may.