Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.79 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I pray thee tell me one thing. That I will Raph what's the matter? Charon why doth thy face look so black, and thou use somuch the water? O, night was my mother, this is her mark, I cannot wash it off. Codrus farewell. Charon Adieu. Boatsman? Hagh. There's a scoff, that's a waterman indeed. Well I must to God Mars for all this, I would I could meet my soldier again. even as the Eagle soars against the sun, And spite of Phoebus shine, pries in his face: Even as the swordfish meets the mighty Whale, And puts the hugy monster to disgrace, So Emnius thoughts intending to aspire Sore 'gainst the sun, and fleet in wrathful ire: The Duke the sun that dazzles Emnius eyes, The Duke the hugy Whale that overbears me, But I will gaze and blind him too ere long, And play the swordfish though he little fears me. The less suspected sooner shall I strike him, And this my reason is for I mislike him His Daughter with enticing words is won mine own, But I disdain her were she fairer far: Tush 'tis for rule I cast and Princely throne, The state of Prince, brighter than brightest star. And who doth hinder Emnius but the Duke? And therefore who should perish but the Duke? Shortly a solemn hunting he intends, And who but I is put in chiefest trust? Well I'll be trusty if my Pistol hold, In love and kingdoms Ioue will prove unjust. He dead, I wed his Heir and only Daughter, And so shall win a Crown by one man's slaughter. Suppose he have been kind, liberal and free, Why I confess it, but it's my desire, To be as able to bestow as he, And till I can my heart consumes in fire. O sovereign glory, chiefest earthly good, A Crown! to which who would not wade through blood. Then ruthless of his life do I resolve. To wait my time till I have wrought his end, He dies, the Duke shall die, and Emnius' reign, Were he my father or a dearer friend. Tears shall not hinder, prayers shall not entreat me, But in his throne by blood I soon will seat me. Art thou one of God Mars his train? Alas good father thou art lame, To be a soldier far unlusty, Thy beard is grey thy armour rusty, Thy bill I think be broken too. Friend make not thou so much ado, My lameness comes by war, My armours rustiness comes by peace, A maimed soldier made Mars his Porter, Lo this am I: now questioning cease. And what are you? A Painter with your pencil and your colours brave? No Painter but a Herald sirrah to decipher a Gentleman from a knave. Pray sir, can ye Gentleman and knave it both in one man, and ye can sir, I pray you do it in me.
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I pre thee tel me one thing. That I wil Raph whats the matter? Charon why doth thy face looke so black, and thou vse somuch the water? O, night was my mother, this is hir marke, I cannot wash it off. Codrus farewel. Charon Adieu. Botesman? Hagh. Theres a scoffe, thats a waterman indeed. VVell I must to God Mars for all this, I would I could meete my souldier agen. Euen as the Eagle soares against the sunne, And spite of Phoebus shine, pries in his face: Euen as the swordfish meetes the mighty VVhale, And puts the hugie monster to disgrace, So Emnius thoughts intending to aspire Sore gainst the sunne, and fleete in wrathfull yre: The Duke the sunne that dazles Emnius eyes, The Duke the hugie VVhale that ouer-beares mee, But I will gaze and blinde him too ere long, And play the swordfish though he little feares mee. The lesse suspected sooner shall I strike him, And this my reason is for I mislike him His Daughter with inticing words is woone mine owne, But I disdaine her were shee fairer farre: Tush tis for rule I cast and Princely throne, The state of Prince, brighter than brightest starre. And who doth hinder Emnius but the Duke? And therefore who should perish but the Duke? Shortly a solemne hunting he entends, And who but Is put in chieest trust? VVell Ile be trustie if my Pistol hold, In loue and kingdomes Ioue will prooue vniust. He dead, I wed his Heire and onely Daughter, And so shall winne a Crowne by one mans slaughter. Suppose he haue beene kinde, liberall and free, VVhy I confesse it, but its my desire, To be as able to bestow as hee, And till I can my hart consumes in fire. O soueraigne glory, chiefest earthly good, A Crowne! to which who would not wade through blood. Then ruthles of his life doo I resolue. To wait my time till I haue wrought his end, He dies, the Duke shall die, and Emnius raigne, VVere he my father or a dearer friend. Teares shall not hinder, praiers shall not intreate mee, But in his throne by blood I soone will seate mee. Art thou one of God Mars his traine? Alas good father thou art lame, To be a souldier farre vnlustie, Thy beard is gray thy armour rustie▪ Thy bill I thinke be broken too. Friend make not thou so much ado, My lamenes comes by warre, My armours rustines comes by peace, A maimed souldier made Mars his Porter, Lo this am I: now questioning cease. And what are you? A Painter with your pensill and your colours braue? No Painter but a Herrald sirrha to decipher a Gentleman from a knaue. Pray sir, can yee Gentleman and knaue it both in one man, and yee can sir, I pray you doo it in me.