Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.81 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
But Polidor let my son and you take heed, That Ferando say not ere long as much to you, And now Alfonso more to show my love, If unto Cestus you do send your ships, myself will fraught them with Arabian silks, Rich Afric spices Arras counter poines, Musk Cassia: sweet smelling Ambergris, Pearl, coral, crystal, jet, and ivory, To gratulate the favours of my son, And friendly love that you have shone to him. And for to honour him and this fair bride, I'll yearly send you from my father's court, Chests of refined sugar severally, Ten tun of tunis wine, sucket sweet drudges, To celebrate and solemnize this day, And custom free your merchants shall converse: And interchange the profits of your land, Sending you gold for brass, silver for lead, Casses of silk for packs of will and cloth, To bind this friendship and confirm this league. I am glad sir that you would be so frank, Are you become the Duke of Cestus son, And revels with my treasure in the town, Base villain that thus dishonourest me. Sounes it is the Duke what shall I do, Dishonour thee why, know'st thou what thou sayst? Her's no villain: he will not know me now, But what say you? have you forgot me too? Why sir, are you acquainted with my son? With thy son? no trust me if he be thine, I pray you sir who am I? Pardon me father: humbly on my knees, I do entreat your grace to hear me speak. Peace villain: lay hands on them, And send them to prison straight. I say we'll have no sending to prison. My Lord this is but the play, their but in jest. I tell thee Sim we'll have no sending, To prison that's flat: why Sim am not I Don Christo Vary? Therefore I say they shall not go to prison. No more they shall not my Lord, They be run away. Are they run away Sim? that's well, Then gis some more drink, and let them play again. Here my Lord. Ah treacherous boy that durst presume, To wed thyself without thy father's leave, I swear by fair Cinthia's burning rays, By Merops head and by seven mouthed Nile, Had I but known ere thou hadst wedded her, Were in thy breast the world's immortal soul, This angry sword should rip thy hateful chest, And hewed thee smaller than the Libyan sands, Turn hence thy face: oh cruel impious boy, Alfonso I did not think you would presume, To mach your daughter with my princely house, And near make me acquainted with the cause. My Lord by heavens I swear unto your grace, I knew none other but Valeria your man, Had been the Duke of Cestus noble son, Nor did my daughter I dare swear for her.
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But Polidor let my ſon and you take heede, That Ferando ſay not ere long as much to you, And now Alfonſo more to ſhew my loue, If vnto Ceſtus you do ſend your ſhips, My ſelfe will fraught them with Arabian ſilkes, Rich affrick ſpices Arras counter poines, Muske Caſſia: ſweet ſmelling Ambergreece, Pearle, curroll▪ chriſtall, iett, and iuorie, To gratulate the fauors of my ſon, And friendly loue that you haue ſhone to him. And for to honour him and this faire bride, Ile yerly ſend you from my fathers courte, Cheſts of refind ſuger ſeuerally, Ten tunne of tunis wine, ſucket ſweet druges, To celibrate and ſolemniſe this day, And cuſtome free your marchants ſhall conuerſe: And interchange the profits of your land, Sending you gold for braſſe, ſiluer for leade, Caſſes of ſilke for packes of woll and cloth, To binde this friendſhip and confirme this league. I am glad ſir that you would be ſo franke, Are you become the Duke of Ceſtus ſon, And reuels with my treaſure in the towne, Baſe villaine that thus diſhonoreſt me. Sounes it is the Duke what ſhall I doo, Diſhonour thee why, knowſt thou what thou ſaiſt? Her's no villaine: he will not know me now, But what ſay you? haue you forgot me too? Why ſir, are you acquainted with my ſon? With thyſon? no truſt me if he be thine, I pray you ſir who am I? Pardon me father: humblie on my knees, I do intreat your grace to heare me ſpeake. Peace villaine: lay handes on them, And ſend them to priſon ſtraight. I ſay wele haue no ſending to priſon. My Lord this is but the play, theyr but in ieſt. I tell thee Sim wele haue no ſending, To priſon thats flat: why Sim am not I Don Chriſto Vary? Therefore I ſay they ſhall not go to priſon. No more they ſhall not my Lord, They be run away. Are they run away Sim? thats well, Then gis ſome more drinke, and let them play againe. Here my Lord. Ah trecherous boy that durſt preſume, To wed thy ſelfe without thy fathers leaue, I ſweare by fayre Cintheas burning rayes, By Merops head and by ſeauen mouthed Nile, Had I but knowne ere thou hadſt wedded her, Were in thy breſt the worlds immortall ſoule, This angrie ſword ſhould rip thy hatefull cheſt, And hewd thee ſmaller then the Libian ſandes, Turne hence thy face: oh cruell impious boy, Alfonſo I did not thinke you would preſume, To mach your daughter with my princely houſe, And nere make me acquainted with the cauſe▪ My Lord by heauens I ſweare vnto your grace, I knew none other but Valeria your man, Had bin the Duke of Ceſtus nobleſon, Nor did my daughter I dare ſweare for her.