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 0.83 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
My utmost project is to murder the Duke, that I might have his state, because he makes me his heir: to banish the Duchess, that I might be rid of a cunning Lacedaemonian, because I know Florence will forsake her, & then to marie Maria the banished duke Altofront's wife, that her friends might strengthen me and my faction, this is all law. Do you love Maria. Faith no great affection, but as wise men do love great women to ennoble their blood and augment their revenue: to accomplish this now, thus now. The Duke is in the forest next the Sea, single him, kill him, hurl him i'the main, and proclaim thou sawst Wolves eat him. umh, not so good, methinks when he is slain to get some hypocrite, some dangerous wretch that's muffled, or with feigned holiness to swear he heard the Duke on some steep cliff lament his wife's dishonour, and in an agony of his heart's torture hurled his groaning sides into the swollen sea, this circumstance well made, sounds probable, and hereupon the Duchess. May well be banished: o unpeerable invention, rare, Thou God of policy! it hunnies me. Then fear not for the wife of Altofront, i'll close to her. Thou shalt, thou shalt, our excellency is pleased: why wert not thou an Emperor, when we are Duke i'll make thee some great man sure? Nay make me some rich knave, and I'll make myself some great man. In thee be all my spirit, retain ten souls, unite thy virtual powers, resolve, ha, remember greatness, heart farewell. The fate of all my hopes in thee doth dwell. Celzo didst hear? o heaven didst hear? Such devilish mischief, sufferest thou the world Carouse damnation even with greedy swallow, And still dost wink, still does thy vengeance slumber, If now thy brows are clear; when will they thunder. The Dogs are at a fault. Would God nothing but the dogs were at it? let the dear pursue safely, the Dogs follow the game, and do you follow the dogs, as for me, 'tis unfit one beast should hunt another; I ha' one chaseth me: and please you I would be rid of ye a little. Would your grief would as soon as we, leave you to quietness. I thank you: Boy; what dost thou dream of now? Of a dry summer my Lord for here's a hot world towards: but my Lord I had a strange dream last night. What strange dream? Why methought I pleased you with singing, and then I dreamed you gave me that short sword. Prettily begged: hold thee, i'll prove thy dream true, take't. My duty: But still I dreamed on my Lord, and methought and shall please your excellency, you would needs out of your royal bounty give me that jewel in your Hat. O thou didst but dream boy, do not believe it, dreams prove not always true, they may hold in a short sword, but not in a jewel. But now sir you dream you had pleased me with singing, make that true as I ha' made the other.
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My vtmost proiect is to murder the Duke, that I might haue his state, because he makes me his heire: to banish the Duches, that I might be rid of a cūning Lacedemonian, because I know Florence will forsake her, & then to marie Maria the banished duke Altofronts wife, that her friends might strengthen me and my faction, this is all lawe. Doe you loue Maria. Faith noe great affection, but as wise men do loue great wemen to inoble their bloud and augment their reuenew: to accomplish this now, thus now. The Duke is in the forest next the Sea, single him▪ kill him, hurle him i'the maine, and proclaime thou sawst Woolues eate him. Vm, not so good, me thinkes when he is slayne to get some Ipocrite, some daungerous wretch thats muffled, or with fayned holines to sweare he hard the Duke on some steepe cliffe lament his wifes dishonor, and in an agony of his hearts torture hurled his groning sides into the swolne sea, this circumstance well made, soundes probable, and hereupon the Dutches. May well be banished: ô vnpeerable inuension, rare, Thou God of pollicie! it hunnies me. Then feare not for the wife of Altofront, ile close to her. Thou shalt, thou shalt, our excellencie is pleased: why wert not thou an Emperour, when wee are Duke ile make thee some great man sure? Nay make me some ritch knaue, and Ile make my selfe some great man. In thee be all my spirit, retaine ten soules, vnite thy vertuall powers, resolue, ha, remember greatnesse, hart farewell. The fate of all my hopes in thee doth dwell. Celzo didst heare? ô heauen didst heare? Such diuelish mischiefe, sufferest thou the world Carowse damnation euen with greedie swallow, And still doost winke, still duz thy vengeance slumber, If now thy browes are cleare; when will they thunder. The Dogges are at a fault. Would God nothing but the dogs were at it? let the Deare persue safely, the Dogs follow the game, and do you follow the dogges, as for me, tis vnfit one beast should hunt another; I ha one chaseth me: and please you I would be rid of yee a little. Would your griefe would as soone as wee, leaue you to quietnesse. I thanke you: Boy; what dost thou dreame of now? Of a drie summer my Lord for heer's a he world towards: but my Lord I had a strange dreame last ight. What strange dreame? Why me thought I pleased you with singing, and then I dreamt you gaue me that short sword. Prettily begd: hold thee, ile prooue thy dreame true, tak't. My dutie: But stiil I dreamt on my Lord, and me thought and shall please your excellencie, you would needs out of your royall bountie giue me that iewell in your Hat. O thou didst but dreame boye, doe not beleeue it, dreames prooue not alwayes true, they may hold in a shorte sworde, but not in a Iewell. But now sir you dream you had pleasd me with singing, make that true as I ha made the other.