Marston, John / Webster, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 492 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.
Very likely. By God I would he had, for I love Hector horribly. O but coz cousin. Great Alexander when he came to the tomb of Achilles Spoke with a big loud voice, O thou thrice blessed & happy. Alexander was an ass to speak so well of a filthy cullion. Good sir will you leave the stage, I'll help you to a private room. Come cousin, let's take some Tobacco. Have you never a prologue? Not any sir. Let me see, I will make one extempore. Come to them and fencing of a congee with arms and legs. Be round with them. Gentlemen, I could wish for the women's sakes you had all soft 〈◊〉: and Gentlewomen, I could wish that for the men's sakes you had all more easy standings. What would they wish more but the play now, and that they shall have instantly. WHy how now? are ye mad? or drunk? or both? or what? Are ye building Babylon there? here's a noise in Court, you think you are in a Tavern, do you not? You think you are in a brothel house, do you not? This room is ill scented. So, perfume, perfume; some upon me I pray thee: The Duke is upon instant entrance; so, make place there. Where breath's that music? The discord rather than the Music is heard from the Malcontent Malevole's chamber. Malevole. Yaugh, godaman what dost thou there: Dukes Ganymede Iunoes jealous of thy long stockings: shadow of a woman, what wouldst Weasel? thou lamb a Court: what dost thou bleat for? a you smooth chinned Catamite! Come down thou ragged cur, and snarl here, I give thy dogged sullenness free liberty: troth about and bespurtle whom thou pleasest. I'll come among you, you goatish blooded Toderers, as Gum into Taffeta, to fret, to fret: I'll fall like a sponge into water to suck up; to suck up. howl again. I'll go to church and come to you. This Malevole is one of the most prodigious affections that ever conversed with nature; A man, or rather a monster; more discontent than Lucifer when he was thrust out of the presence, his appetite is unsatiable as the Grave; as far from any content, as from heaven: his highest delight is to procure others vexation, and therein he thinks he truly serves heaven; for 'tis his position, whosoever in this earth can be contented, is a flave and damned; therefore does he afflict all in that to which they are most affected; th' Elements struggle within him; his own soul is at variance within herself: his speech is halter-worthy at all hours: I like him; faith, he gives good intelligence to my spirit, makes me understand those weaknesses which others flattery palliates: hark, they sing; Sceva: he comes: now shall you hear the extremity of a Malcontent: he is as free as air: he blows oves every man. And 〈◊〉, whence come you now?
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Very likely. By God I would he had, for I love Hector horribly. O but coose coose. Great Alexander when he came to the toombe of Achilles Spake with a big loude voice, O thou thrice blessed & happy. Alexander was an asse to speake so well of a filthy cullion. Good sir will you leave the stage, Ile helpe you to a private roome. Come coose, lets take some Tobacco. Have you never a prologue? Not any sir. Let me see, I will make one extempore. Come to them and fencing of a congey with armes and legges. Be round with them. Gentlemen, I could wish for the womens skes you had all sft : and Gentlewomen, I could wish that for the mens sakes you had all more easie standings. What would they wish more but the play now, and that they shall have instantly. WHy how now? are ye mad? or drunke? or both? or what? Are ye building Babilon there? Heere's a noise in Court, you thinke you are in a Tauerne, do you not? You thinke you are in a brothell house, do you not? This roome is ill sented. So, perfume, perfume; some vpon me I pray thee: The Duke is vpon instant entrance; so, make place there. Where breath's that musique? The discord rather then the Musique is heard from the Malecontent Maleoles chamber. Maleole. Yaugh, godaman what dost thou there: Dukes Ganimed Iunoes iealous of thy long stockings: shadowe of a woman, what wouldst Weesell? thou lambe a Court: what doost thou bleat for? a you smooth chind Catamite! Come downe thou ragged cur, and sarle heere, I giue thy dogged sullennes free libertie: trot about and be-spurtle whom thou pleasest. Ile come among you, you gotish blooded Toderers, as Gum into Taffata, to fret, to fret: Ile fall like a spunge into water to sucke vp; to sucke vp. Howle againe. Ile go to church and come to you. This Maleuole is one of the most prodigious affections that euer conuerst with nature; A man, or rather a monster; more discontent then Lucifer when he was thrust out of the presence, his appetite is vnsatiable as the Grave; as farre from any content, as from heauen: his highest delight is to procure others vexation, and therein he thinkes he truly serues heauen; for t'is his position, whosoeuer in this earth can bee contented, is a flaue and damn'd; therefore do's he afflict al in that to which they are most affected; th' Elements struggle within him; his own soule is at variance within her selfe: his speach is halter-worthy at all houres: I like him; faith, he giues good intelligence to my spirit, makes me vnderstand those weakenesses which others flattery palliates: harke, they sing; Sce: he comes: now shall you heare the extreamitie of a Malecontent: he is as free as ayre: he blowes oues every man. And , whence come you now?