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 0.77 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Was he found in bed? O no, but the villainous certainty is, the door was not bolted, the tongue-tied hatch held his peace, so the naked troth is, he was found in his shirt, whilst I like an errand beast lay in the outward Chamber, heard nothing, and yet they came by me in the dark, and yet I felt them not, like a senseless creature as I was. O beauties, look to your busk-points, if not chastely, yet charily: be sure the door be bolted: is your Lord gone to Florence? Yes Maquarelle. I hope you'll find the discretion to purchase a fresh gown fore his return: Now by my troth beauties, I would ha' ye once wise: he loves ye, pish: he is witty, bubble: fair proportioned, mew: nobly borne, wind; let this be still your fixed position, esteem me every man according to his good gifts, and so ye shall ever remain most dear, and most worthy to be most dear Ladies. Is the Duke returned from hunting yet? They say, not yet. 'tis now in midst of day. How bears the Duchess with this blemish now? Faith boldly, strongly defies defame, as one that has a Duke to her father. And there's a note to you, be sure of a stout friend in a corner, that may always awe your husband. Mark the haviour of the Duchess now, she dares defame, cries, Duke do what thou canst, i'll quite mine honour: nay, as one confirmed in her own virtue against ten thousand mouths that mutter her disgrace, she's presently for dances. For dances? Most true. Most strange, see, here's my servant young Ferrard: How many servants thinkst thou I have, Maquarelle? The more the merrier: 'twas well said, use your servants as you do your smocks, have many, use one, and change often, for that's most sweet and courtlike. Save ye fair Ladies, is the Duke returned? Sweet Sir, no voice of him as yet in Court. 'tis very strange. And how like you my servant, Maquarelle? I think he could hardly draw Ulysses bow, but by my fidelity, were his nose narrower, his eyes broader, his hands thinner, his lips thicker, his legs bigger, his feet lesser, his hair blacker, and his teeth whiter, he were a tolerable sweet youth i'faith. And he will come to my Chamber, I will read him the fortune of his beard. Not yet returned I fear, but The Duchess approacheth. We will dance, music, we will dance. Lesquanto (Lady) penses bien, passa regis, or Bianca's brawl. We have forgot the brawl. So soon? 'tis wonder. Why 'tis but two singles on the left, two on the right, three double forward, a traverse of six round: do this twice, three singles side, galliard trick of twenty, coranto pace; a figure of eight, three singles broken down, come up, meet two doubles, fall back, and then honour. O Dedalus! thy maze, I have quite forgot it.
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Was he found in bed? O no, but the villanous certenty is, the dore was not bolted, the tongue-tyed hatch held his peace, so the naked troth is, he was found in his shirt, whilest I like an arrand beast lay in the outward Chamber, heard nothing, and yet they came by me in the dark, and yet I felt thē not, like a sencelesse creature as I was. O beauties, looke to your buske-poynts, if not chastely, yet charily: be sure the doore be boulted: is your Lorde gone to Florence? Yes Maquarelle. I hope youle finde the discretion to purchase a fresh gowne fore his returne: Now by my troth beauties, I would ha ye once wise: he loues ye, pish: he is witty, bubble: faire proportioned, mew: nobly borne, winde; let this be still your fixt position, esteeme me euery man according to his good gifts, and so yee shall euer remaine most deare, and most woorthie to be most deare Ladies. Is the Duke returnd from hunting yet? They say, not yet. Tis now in mid'st of day. How beares the Dutches with this blemish now? Faith boldly, strongly defyes defame, as one that haz a Duke to her father. And theres a note to you, be sure of a stout friend in a corner, that may alwayes awe your husband. Marke the hauiour of the Dutches now, she dares defame, cryes, Duke do what thou canst, ile quite mine honor: nay, as one confirmed in her owne vertue against ten thousand mouthes that mutter her disgrace, shees presently for daunces. For daunces? Most true. Most strange, see, heeres my seruant yong Ferrard: How many seruants thinkst thou I haue, Maquarelle? The more the merier: twas well sayd, vse your seruants as you doe your smocks, haue many, vse one, and change often, for that's most sweete and courtlike. Saue ye fayre Ladies, is the Duke returned? Sweet Sir, no voyce of him as yet in Court. Tis very strange. And how like you my seruant, Maquarelle? I thinke hee could hardly drawe Ulisses bowe, but by my fidelity, were his nose narrower, his eyes broader, his hands thinner, his lippes thicker, his legges bigger, his feete lesser, his haire blacker, and his teeth whiter, hee were a tollerable sweete youth ifaith. And hee will come to my Chamber, I will reade him the fortune of his beard. Not yet returnd I feare, but The Dutches approcheth. We will daunce, musique, we will daunce. Lesquanto (Ladie) penses bien, passa regis, or Beanchas brawle. We haue forgot the brawle. So soone? tis wonder. Why tis but two singles on the left, two on the right, three double forward, a trauerse of six round: do this twice, three singles side, galliard tricke of twenty, curranto pace; a figure of eight, three singles broken downe, come vp, meete two doubles, fall backe, and then honor. O Dedalus! thy maze, I haue quite forgot it.