Marston, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.81 · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Phew, the Devil let him possess thee, he'll teach thee to speak all languages, most readily and strangely, and great reason mary, he's traveled greatly i'th' world; and is everywhere. Save i'th' Court. I save i'th' Court: and how does my old muckhill overspread with fresh snow: thou half a man half a Goat, all a Beast: how does thy young wife old huddle? Out you improvident rascal. Do, kick thou hugely horned old Duke's Ox, good Master Make-pleece. How dost thou live nowadays Malevole? Why like the Knight S. Patrick Penlobran's, with killing a spider's for my Lady's monkey. How dost spend the night, I here thou never sleepest? O no, but dream the most fantastical: O heaven: O fubbery, fubbery. Dream, what dreamest? Why methinks I see that signor pawned his foot-cloth, that Metreza her Plate, this madam takes physic, that other monsieur may minister to her: here is a Pandar jewelled: there a fellow in shift of Satin this day, that could not shift a shirt other night, here a Paris supports that Helen, there's a Lady Guinever bears up that sir Lancelot. Dreams, dreams, visions, fantasies, Chimaeras, imaginations, tricks, conceits, * Sir Tristram Trimtram come a loft jackanapes with a whim-wham, here's a Knight of the land of Catito shall play at trap with any Page in Europe; Do the sword dance, with any Morris-dancer in Christendom; ride at the Ring till the fin of his eyes look as blue as the welkin, and run the wild-goose chase even with Pompey the huge. You run. To the devil: now signior Guerchino; that thou from a most pitied prisoner shouldst grow a most loathed flatterer: Alas poor Celso, thy stars oppressed, thou art an honest Lord, 'tis pity. Is't pity? I marry is't Philosophical Equato, and 'tis pity that thou being so excellent a Scholar by Art, shouldst be so ridiculous a fool by Nature: I have a thing to tell you Duke; bid 'em avant, bid 'em avant. Leave us, leave us, now sir what is't? Duke thou art a Beco, a Cornuto. How? Thou art a Cuckold. Speak; unshale him quick. With most tumbler-like nimbleness. Who? by whom? I burst with desire. Mendozo is the man makes thee a horned beast; Duke 'tis Mendozo cornutes thee. What conformance, relate, short, short. As a lawyer's beard, There is an old Crone in the Court, her name is Maquerelle, She is my Mistress sooth to say, and she doth ever tell me, Blirt a rhyme; blirt a rhyme; Maquerelle is a cunning Bawd, I am an honest villain, thy wife is a close Drab, and thou art a notorious Cuckold, farewell Duke. Stay, stay. Dull, dull Duke, can lazy patience make lame revenge; O God for a woman to make a man that which God never created, never made. What did God never make? A Cuckold: To be made a thing that's hoodwinked with kindness whilst every rascal philips his brows; to have a Coxcomb with egregious horns pinned to a lord's back, every page sporting himself with delightful laughter, whilst he must be the last must know it; Pistols and Poniards, Pistols and poniards.
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Phew, the Diuell let him possesse thee, heele teach thee to speake all languages, most readily and strangely, and great reason mary, hees traueld greatly ithe worlde; and is euery where. Saue ith Court. I saue ith Court: and how do's my old Muckill ouerspred with fresh snow▪ thou halfe a mā halfe a Goate, all a Beast: how do's thy young wife old huddle? Out you improuident rascall. Doe, kick thou hugely hornd olde Dukes Oxe, good Maister Make-pleece. How doost thou liue now a dayes Maleuole? Why like the Knight S. Patrik Penlobrans, with killing a Spiders for my Ladies Munckey. How do'st spend the night, I heere thou neuer sleepst? O no, but dreame the most fantasticall: O heauen: O fubbery, fubbery. Dreame, what dreamst? Why me thinkes I see that Signior pawnd his footcloth, that Metreza her Plate, this madam takes phisick, that tother Mounsieur may minister to her: here is a Pandar Ieweld: there a fellow in shift of Satten this day, that could not shift a shirt tother night, here a Paris supports that Hellen, theres a Lady Guineuer beares vp that sir Lancelot. Dreames, dreames, visions, fantasies, Chimeras, imaginations, trickes, conceites, Sir Tristram Trimtram come a loft lacke a napes with a whim wham, heres a Knight of the land of Catito shall play at trap with any Page in Europe; Doe the sword daunce, with any Morris▪dauncer in Christendome; ride at the Ring till the finne of his eyes looke as blew as the welkin, and runne the wilde-goose chase euen with Pompey the huge. You runne. To the diuell: now Signor Guerchino; that thou from a most pittied prisoner shouldst grow a most loathd flatterer: Alas poore Celso, thy starres opprest, thou art an honest Lord, tis pitty. Ist pitty? I marry ist Philosophicall Equato, and tis pitty that thou being so excellent a Scholler by Art, shouldst be so riculous a foole by Nature: I haue a thing to tell you Duke; bid vm auant, bid vm auant. Leaue vs, leaue vs, now sir what ist? Duke thou art a Beco, a Cornto. How? Thou art a Cuckold. Speake; vnshale him quick. With most tumbler-like nimblenes. Who? by whom? I burst with desire. Mendozo is the man makes thee a horn'd beast; Duke 'tis Mendozo cornutes thee. What conformance, relate, short, short. As a Lawyers beard, There is an old Crone in the Court, her name is Maquerelle, Shee is my Mistris sooth to say, and she doth euer tell me, Blirt a rime; blirt a rime; Maquerelle is a cunning Bawde, I am an honest villaine, thy wife is a close Drab, and thou art a notorious Cuckold, farewell Duke. Stay▪ stay. Dull, dull Duke, can lazy patience make lame reuenge; O God for a woman to make a man that which God neuer created, neuer made. What did God neuer make? A Cockold: To be made a thing thats hud-winkt with kindnesse whilst euery rascall philips his browes; to haue a Cox-combe with egregious hornes pind to a Lords back, euery page sporting himselfe with delightfull laughter, whilst he must be the last must know it; Pistols and Poniards, Pistols and Poinards.