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 0.72 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Trust me so have I, saving the falling back, and then honour. Music, music. Who saw the duke? the duke. Music. The duke, is the duke returned? Music: The duke is either quite invisible, or else is not. We are not pleased with your intrusion upon our private retirement: we are not pleased: you have forgot yourselves. Boy, thy Master, where's the Duke? Alas, I left him burying the earth with his spread joyless limbs: he told me he was heavy, would sleep, bade me walk off, for that the strength of fantasy oft made him talking in his dreams: I straight obeyed, nor never saw him since: but, wheresoe'er he is, he's sad. Music sound high, as is our heart, sound high. The Duke, peace, the Duke is dead. Music. Is't Music? Give proof. How? Where. When? Rest in peace, as the Duke does, quietly sit: for my own part, I beheld him but dead, that's all: marry here's one can give you a more particular account of him. Speak holy father, nor let any brow within this presence fright thee from the truth: speak confidently and freely. We attend. Now had the mounting Suns all-ripening wings Swept the cold sweat of night from earth's dank breast, When I (whom men call Hermit of the Rock) Forsook my Cell, and clambered up a cliff, Against whose base, the heady Neptune dashed His high curled brows, there 'twas I eased my limbs, When lo, my entrails melted with the moan, Some one, who far 'bove me was climbed, did make: I shall offend. Not. On. methinks I hear him yet, O female faith! Coe sowe the ingratefull sand, and loue a woman: And do I live to be the scoff of men, To be their wittal cuckold, even to hug my poison? Thou knowest o Truth! Sooner hard steel will melt with Southern wind; A seaman's whistle calm the Ocean; A town on fire be extinct with tears, Than women vowed to blushless impudence, With sweet behaviour and soft minioning, Will turn from that where appetite is fixed. O powerful blood! how thou dost slave their soul? I washed an Aethiop, who for recompense sullied my name. And must I then be forced. To walk, to live thus black: must, must, fie, He that can bear with must, he cannot die. With that he sighed so passionately deep, That the dull air even groaned, at last he cries: Sink shame in seas, sink deep enough, so dies. For then I viewed his body fall and souse Into the foamy main, O then I saw That which methinks I see, it was the Duke, Whom straight the nicer stomached sea Belched up: but then, Then came I in, but 'las all was too late, For even straight he sunk. Such was the Duke's sad fate. A better fortune to our Duke Mendozo. Cry all, Mendozo: Cornets flourish.
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Trust me so haue I, sauing the falling back, and then honor. Musicke, musicke. Who saw the duke? the duke. Musicke. The duke, is the duke returned? Musicke: The duke is either quite inuisible, or else is not. We are not pleased with your intrusion vppon our priuate retirement: we are not pleasde: you haue forgot your selues. Boy, thy Maister, where's the Duke? Alas, I left him burying the earth with his spread ioylesse limbs: he tolde me he was heauy, would sleep, bade me walke off, for that the strength of fantasie oft made him talking in his dreames: I strait obeide, nor neuer saw him since: but, where so ere he is, hee's sad. Musicke sound high, as is our heart, sound high. The Duke, peace, the Duke is dead. Musicke. Ist Musicke? Giue proofe. How? Where. When? Rest in peace, as the Duke duz, quietly sit: for my owne part, I beheld him but dead, thats all: marry heers one can giue you a more particular account of him. Speake holy father, nor let any browe within this presence fright thee from the truth: speake confidently and freely. We attend. Now had the mounting Suns all-ripening wings Swept the cold sweat of night from earths danke breast, When I (whom men call Hermit of the Rocke) Forsooke my Ceil, and clamberd vp a cliffe, Against whose base, the heady Neptune dasht His high curld browes, there t'was I easde my limbes, When loe, my entrailes melted with the moane, Some one, who farre boue me was climbde, did make: I shal offend. Not. On. Me thinks I heare him yet, O female faith! Coe sowe the ingratefull sand, and loue a woman: And do I liue to be the skoffe of men, To be their wittall cuckold, euen to hugge my poyson? Thou knowest ô Trueth! Sooner hard steele will melt with Southerne wind; A Seamans whistle calme the Ocean; A towne on fire be extinct with teares, Then women vow'd to blushlesse impudence, With sweet behauiour and soft minioning, Will turne from that where appetite is fixt. O powerfull blood! how thou dost slaue their soule? I washt an Ethiop, who for recompence Sullyde my name. And must I then be for'cd. To walke, to liue thus black: must, must, fie, He that can beare with must, he cannot die. With that he sigh'd so passionately deepe, That the dull ayre even groand, at last he cries: Sinke shame in seas, sinke deepe enough, so dies. For then I viewd his bodie fall and sowse Into the fomy maine, O then I saw That which me thinks I see, it was the Duke, Whome straight the nicer stomackt sea Belcht vp: but then, Then came I in, but las all was too late, For euen straight he sunke. Such was the Dukes sad fate. A better fortune to our Duke Mendozo. Cry all, Mendozo: Cornets florish.