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 0.73 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Death and damnation. Lightning and thunder. Vengeance and torture. Catzo. O revenge. I would damn him and all his generation, my own hands should do it; ha I would not trust heaven with my vengeance any thing. Any thing, any thing Malevole thou shalt see instantly what temper my spirit holds; farewell, remember, I forget thee not, farewell. My honoured Lord. Peace, speak low; peace, O Celso, constant Lord, Thou to whose faith I only rest discovered, Thou one of full ten millions of men That lovest virtue only for itself, Thou in whose hands old OPS may put her soul; Behold for ever banished Altofront This Genoa's last years Duke. O truly noble, I wanted those old instruments of state, Dissemblance, and suspect: I could not time it Celso, My throne stood like a point in midst of a circle, To all of equal nearness, bore with none: rained all alike, so slept in fearless virtue, Suspectless, too suspectless, till the crowd: (Still liquorous of untried novelties) Impatient with severer government: Made strong with Florence: banished Altofront. Strong with Florence, I thence your mischief rose, For when the daughter of the Florentine: Was matched once with this Pietro now Duke, No stratagem of state untried was left, till you of all Of all was quite bereft, Alas Maria too close prisoned: My true faithed duchess i'the Citadel. I'll still adhere, let's mutiny and die. O climb not a falling tower Celso, 'tis well held desperation, no Zeal: Hopeless to strive with fate (peace) Temporize. Hope, hope, that never forsakest the wretchedst man, Yet bidst me live, and lurk in this disguise, What play I well the free breathed discontent, Why man we are all philosophical monarch or natural fools, Celso the Courts a fire, the duchess sheets will smoke forth ere it be long: Impure Mendozo that sharp nosed Lord, that made the cursed match linked Genoa with Florence now broad horns, the Duke which he now knows: Discord to malcontents is very Manna, when the ranks are burst then scuffle Altophant. I but durst. 'tis gone, 'tis swallowed like a mineral, some way 'twill work, phewt i'll not shrink, he's resolute who can no lower sink. Yonder's Mendoza. True, the privy key. I take my leave sweet Lord. 'tis fit, away. Leave your suits with me, I can and will: attend my secretary, leave me. Mendoza hark ye, hark ye, You are a treacherous villain, God buy ye. Out you base born rascal. We are all the sons of heaven though a Tripe wife were our mother; a you whoreson hot rained he Marmoset, Aegisthus didst ever here of one Aegisthus? Gistus? I Aegisthus, he was a filthy incontinent Fleshmonger, such a one as thou art. Out grumbling rogue. Orestes, beware Orestes. Out beggar. I once shall rise, Thou rise? I at the resurrection. No vulgar seed but once may rise and shall, No King so huge, but 'fore he dies may fall.
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Death and damnation. Lightning and thunder. Vengeance and torture. Catzo. O reuenge. I would dam him and all his generation, my owne hands should do it; ha I would not trust heauen with my vengeance any thing. Any thing, any thing Maleuole thou shalt see instantly what temper my spirit houlds; farewell, remember, I forget thee not, farewell. My honor'd Lord. Peace, speake low; peace, O Celso, constant Lord, Thou to whose faith I onely rest discouered, Thou one of full ten millions of men That louest vertue onely for it selfe, Thou in whose hands olde OPS may put her soule; Behold for euer banisht Altofront This Genoas last yeares Duke. O truly noble, I wanted those old instruments of state, Dissemblance, and suspect: I could not time it Celso, My throane stood like a point in midd'st of a circle, To all of equall neerenes, bore with none: Raind all alike, so slept in fearelesse vertue, Suspectles, too suspectles, till the crowde: (Still liquerous of vntried nouelties) Impacient with seuerer gouernmente: Made strong with Florence: banisht Altofront. Strong with Florence, I thence your mischiefe rose, For when the danghrer of the Florentine: Was matched once with this Pietro now Duke, No stratagem of state vntide was lefte, till you of all Of all was quite berefte, Alas Maria too close prisoned: My true sayth'd dutches i'the Citadell. Ile still adhere, lets mutinie and die. O clime not▪a falling tower Celso, Tis well held desperation, no Zeale: Hopeles to striue with fate (peace) Temporize. Hope, hope, that neuer forsak'st the wretchedst man, Yet bidst me liue, and lurke in this disguise, What play I well the ree breath'd discontent, Why man we are all philosophicall monarkes or naturall fooles, Celso the Courtes a ar, the dutches sheets will smoke forth ere it be long: Impure Mendozo that sharpe nos'd Lord, that made the cursed match linkt Genoa with Florence now brode hornes, the Duke which he now knowes: Discord to malecontents is very Manna, when the rankes are burst▪ then scuffle Altophant. I but durste. Tis gone, tis swallowed like a minerall, some way twill worke, phewt ile not shrinke, Hees resolute who can no lower sinke. Yonder's Mendoza. True, the priuie key. I take my leaue sweete Lord. Tis fit, away. Leaue your suites with me, I can and will: attend my secretarie, leaue me. Mendoza harke yee, harke yee, You are a treacherous villaine, God buye yee. Out you base borne rascall. We are all the sonnes of heauen though a Tripe wife were our mother; a you whore-sonne hot rainde hee Marmoset, Egistus didst euer here of one Egistus? Gistus? I Egistus, he was a filthy incontinent Fleshmonger, such a one as thou art. Out grumbling roage. Orestes, beware Orestes. Out beggar. I once shall rise, Thou rise? I at the resurrection. No vulgar seede but once may rise and shall, No King so huge, but fore he die may fall.