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 0.85 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I? come, come, sit, here's my bare heart to thee as steady as is this centre to this glorious world, And yet hark thou art a Cornuto; but by me? Yes slave by thee. Do not, do not with tart and spleenful breath, Lose him can lose thee; I offend my Duke? Bare record O ye dumb and raw aired nights, How vigilant my sleepless eyes have been, To watch the Traitor; record thou spirit of truth, With what debasement I ha' throne myself, To under offices, only to learn The truth, the party, time, the means, the place, By whom, and when, and where thou wert disgraced: And am I paid with slave? hath my intrusion To places private, and prohibited, Only to observe the closer passages: Heaven knows with vows of revelation, Made me suspected, made me deemed a villain? What rogue hath wronged us? Mendozo, I may err. Err? 'tis too mild a name, but err and err, Run giddy with suspect, 'fore through me thou know, That which most creatures save thyself do know, Nay since my service hath so loathed reject, Fore I'll reveal, shalt find them clipped together. Mendozo thou know'st I am a most plain breasted man. The fitter to make a Cornuto, would your brows were most plane to. Tell me, indeed I heard thee rail? At women, true, why what cold phlegm could chose, Knowing a Lord so honest, virtuous, So boundless loving, bounteous, fair shaped, sweet, To be contemned, abused, defamed, made Cuckold, Heart, I hate all women for't: sweet sheets, wax lights, antic bedposts, cambric smocks, villainous curtains, Arras pictures, oiled hinges, and all ye tongue-tied lascivious witnesses of great creatures wantonness: what salvation can you expect? Wilt thou tell me? Why you may find it yourself, observe, observe. I ha' not the patience, wilt thou deserve me; tell, give it. take't, why Farneze is the man, Ferneze, I'll prove't, this night you shall take him, in your sheets, wilt serve. It will, my bosom's in some peace, till night. What? Farewell. God how weak a Lord are you, Why do you think there is no more but so? Why? Nay then will I presume to council you, It should be thus; you with some guard upon the sudden Break into the PRINCE's chamber, I stay behind Without the door, through which he needs must pass, Ferneze flies, let him, to me he comes, he's killed By me, observe by me, you follow, I rail, And seem to save the body: Duchess comes On whom (respecting her advanced birth, And your fair nature) I know, nay I do know No violence must be used. She comes, I storm, I praise, excuse Ferneze, and still maintain The Duchess honour, she for this loves me, I honour you, shall know her soul, you mine, Then nought shall she contrive in vengeance, (As women are most thoughtful in revenge) Of her Ferneze, but you shall sooner know't Then she can think't, thus shall his death come sure, Your Duchess brain-caught; so your life secure.
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I? come, come, sit, heeres my bare heart to thee as steddy as is this center to this glorious world, And yet harke thou art a Cornuto; but by me? Yes slaue by thee. Do not, do not with tart and spleenefull breath, Loose him can loose thee; I offend my Duke? Bare record O yee dumbe and raw aird nights, How vigilant my sleeplesse eyes haue bin, To watch the Traitor; record thou spirit of truth, With what debasement I ha throne my selfe, To vnder offices, onely to learne The truth, the party, time, the meanes, the place, By whom, and when▪ and where thou wert disgrac'd: And am I paid with slaue? hath my intrusion To places priuate, and prohibited, Onely to obserue the closer passages: Heauen knowes with vowes of reuelation, Made me suspected, made me deemd a villaine? What roage hath wronged vs? Mendozo, I may erre. Erre? tis too mild a name, but erre and erre, Runne giddy with suspect, fore through me thou know, That which most creatures saue thy selfe doe know, Nay since my seruice hath so loath'd reiect, Fore Ile reueale, shalt finde them clipt together. Mendozo thou knowst I am a most plaine brested mā. The fitter to make a Cornuto, would your browes were most plane to. Tell me, indeed I heard thee raile? At womē, true, why what cold fleame could chose, Knowing a Lord so honest, vertuous, So boundlesse louing, bounteous, faire shapt, sweete, To be contemn'd, abus'd, defam'd, made Cuckold, Hart, I hate all women for't: sweete sheetes, waxe lights, Antique bed-posts, Cambrick smocks, villanous curtaines, Arras pictures, oylde hinges, and all yee tong-tide lasciuious witnesses of great creatures wantonnesse: what saluation can you expect? Wilt thou tell me? Why you may find it your selfe, obserue, obserue. I ha not the patience, wilt thou deserue me; tell, giue it. Tak't, why Farneze is the man, Ferneze, Ile proou't, this night you shall take him, in your sheets, wilt serue. It will, my bozomes in some peace, till night. What? Farewell. God how weake a Lord are you, Why doe you thinke there is no more but so? Why? Nay then will I presume to councell you, It should be thus; you with some garde vpon the suddaine Breake into the Princes chamber, I stay behinde Without the doore, through which he needs must passe, Ferneze flies, let him, to me he comes, hee's kild By me, obserue by me, you follow, I raile, And seeme to saue the body: Dutches comes On whom (respecting her aduanced birth, And your faire nature) I know, nay I doe know No violence must be vsed. She comes, I storme, I praise, excuse Ferneze, and still maintaine The Dutches honor, she for this loues me, I honor you, shall know her soule, you mine, Then naught shall she contriue in vengeance, (As women are most thoughtfull in reuenge) Of her Ferneze, but you shall sooner know't Then she can think't, thus shall his death come sure, Your Dutches braine-caught; so your life secure.