Antonio's Revenge (2 Antonio and Mellida) · chunk 8 of 29
Marston, John · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 457 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
ROT there thou cerecloth that enfolds the flesh Of my loathed foe; moulder to crumbling dust: Oblivion choke the passage of thy fame. Trophies of honoured birth drop quickly down: Let nought of him, but what was vicious, live. Though thou art dead, think not my hate is dead: I have but newly twone my arm in the curled locks Of snaky vengeance. Pale beetle-browed hate But newly bustles up. Sweet wrong, I clap thy thoughts. O let me hug my bosom, rub my breast, In hope of what may hap. Andrugio rots: Antonio lives: umh: how long? ha, ha; how long? Antonio packed hence, I'll his mother wed, Then clear my daughter of supposed lust, Wed her to Florence heir. O excellent. Venice, Genoa, Florence, at my beck, At Piero's nod, Balurdo, o ho. O, 'twill be rare, all unsuspected done. I have been nursed in blood, and still have sucked The steam of reeking gore. Balurdo, ho? When my beard is on, most noble prince, when my beard is on. Why, what dost thou with a beard? In truth, one told me that my wit was bald, & that a mermaid was half fish, and half fish: and therefore to speak wisely, like one of your counsel, as indeed it hath pleased you to make me, not only being a fool, of your counsel, but also to make me of your counsel, being a fool; If my wit be bald, and a Mermaid be half fish and half cunger, than I must be forced to conclude the tiring man hath not glued on my beard half fast, enough. God's bones, it will not stick to fall off. Dost thou know what thou hast spoken all this while? O Lord Duke, I would be sorry of that. Many men can utter that which, no man, but themselves can conceive: but I thank a good wit, I have the gift to speak that which neither any man else, nor myself understands. Thou art wise. He that speaks he knows not what, shall never sin against his own conscience: go to, thou art wise. Wise? O no. I have a little natural discretion, or so: but for wise, I am somewhat prudent: but for wise, o Lord. Hold, take those keys, open the Castle vault, & put in Mellida. And put in Mellida? well, let me alone, Bid Forobosco, and Castilio guard, Endear thyself Piero's intimate. Endear, and intimate: good, I assure you. I will endear and intimate Mellida into the dungeon presently. Will Pandulfo Feliche wait on me? I will make him come, most retort and obtuse, to you presently. I think, sir Ieffrey talks like a counsellor. Go to, gods neaks, I think I tickle it.
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ROT ther thou cearcloth that infolds the flesh Of my loath'd foe; moulder to crūbling dust: Obliuion choake the passage of thy fame. Trophees of honor'd birth droppe quickly downe: Let naught of him, but what was vitious, liue. Though thou art deade, thinke not my hate is dead: I haue but newly twone my arme in the curld locks Of snakie vengeance. Pale beetle-brow'd hate But newly bustles vp. Sweet wrong, I clap thy thoughts. O let me hug my bosome, rub my breast, In hope of what may happe. Andrugio rots: Antonio liues: vmh: how long? ha, ha; how long? Antonio packt hence, Ile his mother wed, Then cleare my daughter of supposed lust, Wed her to Florence heire. O excellent. Venice, Genoa, Florence, at my becke, At Piero's nod, Balurdo, ô ho. O, twill be rare, all vnsuspected donne. I haue bin nurst in blood, and still haue suckt The steeme of reeking gore. Balurdo, ho? When my beard is on, most noble prince, when my beard is on. Why, what dost thou with a beard? In truth, one tolde me that my wit was balde, & that a Meremaide was halfe fish, and halfe fish: and therefore to speake wisely, like one of your counsell, as indeede it hath pleased you to make me, not onely being a foole, of your counsell, but also to make me of your counsell, being a foole; If my wit be bald, and a Mermaid be halfe fish and halfe cunger, then I must be forced to conclude the tyring man hath not glewd on my beard halfe fast, enough. Gods bores, it wil not stick to fal off. Dost thou know what thou hast spoken all this while? O Lord Duke, I would be sorie of that. Many men can vtter that which, no man, but themselues can conceiue: but I thanke a good wit, I haue the gift to speake that which neither any man els, nor my selfe vnderstands. Thou art wise. He that speaks he knows not what, shal neuer sin against his own conscience: go to, thou art wise. Wise? O no. I haue a little naturall discretion, or so: but for wise, I am somewhat prudent: but for wise, ô Lord▪ Hold, take those keyes, open the Castle vault, & put in Mellida. And put in Mellida? well, let me alone, Bid Forobosco, and Castilio guard, Indeere thy selfe Piero's intimate. Indeere, and intimate: good, I assure you. I will indeere and intimate Mellida into the dūgeon presētly. Will Pandulfo Feliche waite on me? I will make him come, most retort and obtuse, to you presently. I thinke, sir Ieffrey talks like a counseller. Go to, gods neaks, I thinke I tickle it.