Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Come signor, one fine lie now to apparel all these former, in some light sarsenet rob of truth: none, none, in this mint? Fie servant, is your accomplished Courtship nothing but lies: Fie signor, no music in your mouth, but battles, yet a mere milksop. Fie Emulo, nothing but wardrobe, yet hear all your trunks of suits? Fie signor, a scarce about your neck, yet will not hang yourself to hear all this? Servant I discharge you my service, I'll entertain no braggarts. signor, we discharge you the Court, we'll have no gulls in our company. Abram we cashier you our company, we must have no minions at Court. Oh patience be thou my fortification: Italy thou spurnest me for uttering that nutriment, which I sucked from thee. How Italy? away you idiot: Italy infects you not, but your own diseased spirits: Italy? out you froth, you scum, because your soul is mud, and that you have breathed in Italy, you'll say Italy have defiled you: away you bore, thou wilt wallow in mire in the sweetest country in the world. I cannot conceit this rawness: Italy farewell, Italians adieu. A virtuous soul abhors to dwell with you. Ha ha ha: Peace servants, here comes the Duke my brother. Lo cousen here they be: are ye here Gentlemen? And Iulia you too? then I'll call your eyes, To testify, that to Sir Meredith, I do deliver here four sealed bonds: coz have a care to them, it much behooves you, For Gentlemen, within this parchment lies, Five thousand Ducats payable to him, Just fourteen days before next Pentecost, coz it concerns you, therefore keep them safe. Fugh, her warrant her shall log them ub from Sun and Moon, and seven stars too I hobe, but harg you cozen marquess. Now, what's the matter? A poor on it 'tis scald matter, well, well pray cozen marquess, use her Latie Grissel a good teal better, for as God udge me, you heard Sir Owen out a cry by maging her sad and proved so, see you? Hurt you? what harm or good reap you thereby? Harm, yes by God's lid, a poggy teale of harm, for loog you cozen, and cozen Iulia, & Shentlemen awl, (for awl is to know her wife's case) you know her tag to wife the widow Gwenthyan. True cousin & she's a virtuous gentlewoman. One of the patientest Ladies in the world. she's wondrous beautiful & wondrous kind. she's the quietest woman that ere I knew, for good heart, she'll put up any thing. cousin I am proud that you are sped so well. Are you? by God so are not I, i'll tell you what cozen marquess, you awl know her well, you know her face is liddle fair & smug, but her has a tongue goes jingle jangle, jingle jangle, better and worse than pelles when her house is afire: patient? ha ha sir Owen shall tag her heels and run to Wales, and her play the tiuell so out a cry terrible a pogs on her la.
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Come Signior, one fine lye now to apparrell all these former, in some light sarcenet robe of truth: none, none, in this mint? Fye seruant, is your accomplisht Courtship nothing but lyes: Fye Signior, no musicke in your mouth, but battles, yet a meere milke-sop. Fye Emulo, nothing but wardrop, yet heare all your trunckes of suites? Fye Signior, a scarse about your necke, yet will not hang your selfe to heare all this? Seruant I discharge you my seruice, Ile entertaine no braggarts. Signior, we discharge yoy the Court, wee'l haue no gulles in our company. Abram we casheere you our company, wee must haue no minnions at Court. Oh patience bee thou my fortification: Italy thou spurnest me for vttering that nutriment, which I suckt from thée. How Italy? away you ideot: Italy infects you not, but your owne diseased spirits: Italy? out you froth, you scumme, because your soule is mud, and that you haue breathed in Italy, you'll say Italy haue defyled you: away you bore, thou wilt wallow in mire in the sweetest countrie in the world. I cannot conceipt this rawnes: Italy farewell, Italians adue. A vertuous soule abhorres to dwell with you. Ha ha ha: Peace seruants, here comes the Duke my brother. Loe cousen heere they be: are yee heere Gentlemen? And Iulia you too? then Ile call your eyes, To testifie, that to Sir Meredith, I doe deliuer heere foure sealed bondes: Coze haue a care to them, it much behooues you, For Gentlemen, within this parchment lyes, Fiue thousand Duckets payable to him, Iust foureteene daies before next Penticoast, Coze it concernes you, therefore keep them safe. Fugh, her warrant her shall log them vb from Sunne and Moone, and seauen starres too I hobe, but harg you cozen Marquesse. Now, whats the matter? A pore on it tis scalde matter, well, well pray cozen Marquesse, vse her Latie Grissill a good teale better, for as God vdge me, you hurd Sir Owen out a cry by maging her sad and powd so, see you? Hurt you? what harme or good reape you thereby? Harme, yes by Gods lid, a poggie teale of harme, for loog you cozen, and cozen Iulia, & Shentlemen awl, (for awl is to know her wifes case) you know her tag to wife the widdow Gwenthyan. True cozen & shée's a vertuous gentlewoman. One of the patientest Ladies in the world. Shée's wondrous beautifull & wondrous kinde. Shée's the quietest woman that ere I knew, for good heart, shée'll put vp any thing. Cozen I am proude that you are sped so well. Are you? by God so are not I, ile tel you what cozen Marquesse, you awl know her wel, you know her face is liddle faire & smug, but her has a tung goes Iingle iangle, Iingle iangle, petter and worse then pelles when her house is a fire: patient? ha ha sir Owen shall tag her héeles and run to Wales, and her play the tiuell so out a cry terrible a pogs on her la.