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 0.82 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Why to bed, to bed. Do your husband's lie with ye? That were country fashion i'faith. ha' ye no foregoers about you; come, whither in good deed la now? In good indeed law now, to eat the most miraculously, admirably, astonishable composed Posset with three Curds, without any drink: will ye help me with a He Fox: here's the Duke. The night grows deep and foul, what hour is't? Upon the stroke of twelve. Save ye Duke. From thee, begone I do not love thee, let me see thee no more, we are displeased. Why God buy thee, heaven hear my curse, May thy wife and thee live long together. Be gone sirrah. When Arthur first in Court began,— Agamemnon, Menelaus,— was ever any Duke a Cornuto, begone hence. What religion wilt thou be of next? Out with him. With most servile patience, time will come, When wonder of thy error will strike dumb, Thy befeld sense, slaves I favour, I marry shall he rise, Good God how subtle Hell doth flatter vice, Mount him aloft, and makes him seem to fly, As foul the tortoise mocked: who to the sky, Th'ambitious shell fish raised, th'end of all, Is only that from height he might dead fall. It shall be so. It must be so, for where great state's revenge, 'tis requisite, the parts with piety And soft respect forbears, be closely dogged, Lay one into his breast shall sleep with him, Feed in the same dish, run in self faction, Who may dissever any shape of danger, For once disgraced, discovered in offence, It makes man blushless, and man is (all confess) More prone to vengeance then to gratefulness. Favours are writ in dust, but stripes we feel, Depraved nature stamps in lasting steel. You shallbe leagued with the Duchess. The plot is very good. You shall both kill, and seem the course to save. A most fine brain trick. Of a most cunning knave. My Lords: The heavy action we intend Is death and shame, two of the ugliest shapes That can confound a soul, think, think of it; I strike but yet like him that 'gainst stone walls, Directs his shafts, rebounds in his own face, My Lady's shame is mine, O God, 'tis mine. Therefore I do conjure all secrecy, Let it be as very little as may be; pray ye, as may be; Make frightless entrance, salute her with soft eyes, Stain nought with blood, only Ferneze dies, But not before her brows: O Gentlemen God knows I love her, nothing else, but this I am not well; if grief that sucks veins dry, Rivels the skin, casts ashes in men's faces, bedulls the eye, unstrengthens all the blood, Chance to remove me to another world, As sure I once must die: let him succeed: I have no child, all that my youth begot, Hath been your loves, which shall inherit me, Which as it ever shall, I do conjure it Mendozo may succeed, he's nobly borne; With me of much desert. Much.
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Why to bed, to bed. Doe your husbands lye with yee? That were countrey fashion yfaith. Ha yee no foregoers about you; come, whither in good deed law now? In good indeed law now, to eate the most miraculously, admirably, astonishable compos'd Posset with three Curds, without any drinke: will yee helpe me with a Hee Fox: heer's the Duke. The night growes deepe and fowle, what houre ist? Vpon the stroake of twelue. Saue yee Duke. From thee, begone I do not loue thee, let me see thee no more, we are displeasd. Why God buy thee, heauen heare my curse, May thy wife and thee liue long together. Be gone sirra. When Arthur first in Court began,—Agamennon, Menelaus,—was euer any Duke a Cornuto, Begon hence. What religion wilt thou be of next? Out with him. With most seruile patience, time will come, When wonder of thy error will strike dumbe, Thy beseld sence, slaues I fauour, I marry shall he rise, Good God how subtile Hell doth flatter vice, Mount him aloft, and makes him seeme to flie, As foule the Tortois mockt: who to the skie, Th'ambitious shell fish rais'd, th'end of all, Is onely that from height he might dead fall. It shall be so. It must be so, for where great States reuenge, Tis requisite, the parts with piety And soft respect forbeares, be closely dogd, Lay one into his breast shall sleepe with him, Feede in the same dish, run in selfe faction, Who may disseuer any shape of danger, For once disgrac'd, discouered in offence, It makes man blushlesse, and man is (all confesse) More prone to vengeance then to gratefulnesse. Fauours are writ in dust, but stripes we feele, Depraued nature stamps in lasting steele. You shalbe leauged with the Dutches. The plot is very good. You shall both kill, and seeme the course to saue. A most fine braine trick. Of a most cunning knaue. My Lords: The heauy action we intend Is death and shame, two of the vgliest shapes That can confound a soule, thinke, thinke of it; I strike but yet like him that gainst stone walles, Directs his shaftes, rebounds in his owne face, My Ladies shame is mine, O God, tis mine. Therefore I do coniure all secresie, Let it be as very little as may be; pray yee, as may be; Make frightlesse entrance, salute her with soft eyes, Staine naught with blood, onely Ferneze dyes, But not before her browes: O Gentlemen God knowes I loue her, nothing els, but this I am not well; if griefe that sucks veines drye, Riuels the skinne, casts ashes in mens faces, Be-duls the eye, vnstrengthens all the blood, Chance to remooue me to an other world, As sure I once must dye: let him succeed: I haue no childe, all that my youth begot, Hath bin your loues, which shall inherit me, Which as it euer shall, I doe coniure it Mendozo may succeed, hees nobly borne; With me of much desert. Much.