Marston, John / Webster, 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 0.80 · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Because you are an usurping Duke. Your Lordship's well returned from Florence. Well returned, I praise my horse. What news from the Florentines? I will conceal the great Duke's pleasure, only this was his charge, his pleasure is, that his daughter die, Duke Pietro be banished, for banishing his bloods dishonour, and that Duke Altofront be reaccepted: this is all, but I hear Duke Pietro is dead. ay, and Mendoza is Duke, what will you do? Is Mendeza strongest? Yet he is. Then yet I'll hold with him. But if that A●tofrom should turn straight again? Why then I would turn straight again. 'tis good run still with him that has most might: I had rather stand with wrong, than fall with right. What religion will you be of now? Of the Duke's religion, when I know what it is▪ O Hercules! Hercules? Hercules was the son of Iupiter and Alkmena. Your lordship is a very wittal. wittal? ay, allwit. Amphitryo was a cuckold. Your lordship sweats, your young Lady will get you a cloth for your old worship's brows. here's a fellow to be damned, this is his inviolable maxim, (flatter the greatest, and oppress the least:) a whoreson flesh-fly, that still gnaws upon the lean gawld backs. Why dost then salute him? I'faith as bawds go to church, for fashion sake: come, be not confounded, thou art but in danger to lose a dukedom: think this: This earth is the only grave and Golgotha wherein all things that live must rot: 'tis but the draft wherein the heavenly bodies discharge their corruption, the very muckhill on which the sublunary orbs cast their excrements: man is the slime of this dongue-pit, and Princes are the governors of these men: for, for our souls, they are as free as Emperors, all of one piece, there goes but a pair of shears betwixt an Emperor and the son of a bag piper, only the dying, dressing, pressing, glozing makes the difference: now what art thou like to lose? A jailers office to keep men in bonds, Whilst toil and treason, all life's good confounds. I here renounce for ever regency: O Altofront, I wrong thee to supplant thy right: To trip thy heels up with a devilish slight. For which I now from throne am thrown, world tricks abjure: For vengeance thought comes slow, yet it comes sure. O I am changed; for herefore the dread power, In true contrition! do dedicate, My breath to solitary holiness, My lips to prayer, and my breasts care shall be, Restoring Altofront to regency. Thy vows are heard, and we accept thy faith. Banish amazement; come, we four must stand full shock of Fortune, be not so wonder-st●icken. Doth Ferneze live? For your pardon. Pardon and love, give leave to recollect My thoughts dispersed in wild astonishment: My vows stand first in heaven, and from hence I crave all love and pardon.
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nodes 1156–1200 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 38 in this edition
Length
488 words · 692 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.798 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Because you are an vsurping Duke. Your Lordship's well returnde from Florence. Well returnde, I praise my horse. What newes from the Florentines? I will conceale the great Dukes pleasure, onely this was his charge, his pleasure is, that his daughter die, Duke Pietro be banished, for banshing his blouds dishonour, and that Duke Altofront be re-accepted: this is all, but I heare Duke Pietro is dead. I, and Mendoza is Duke, what will you do? Is Mendeza strongest? Yet he is. Then yet Ile holde with him. But if that Atofrom should turne strait againe? Why then I would turne strait againe. Tis good runne still with him that haz most might: I had rather stand with wrong, than fall with right. What religion wil you be of now? Of the Dukes religion, when I know what it is▪ O Hercules! Hercules? Hercules was the sonne of Iupiter and Alkmena. Your lordship is a very wittall. Wittall? I, all-wit. Amphitrio was a cuckolde. Your lordship sweats, your yong Lady will gette you a cloth for your olde worships browes. Heeres a fellow to be damned, this is his inuiolable maxime, (flatter the greatest, and oppresse the least:) a whoreson flesh-fly, at still gnawes vpon the leane gawld backes. Why doost then salute him? Yfaith as bawdes goe to church, for fashion sake: come, be not confounded, thou arte but in danger to loose a dukedome: thinke this: This earth is the only graue and Golgotha wherein all things that liue must rot: tis but the draught wherein the heauenly bodies discharge their corruption, the very muckhill on which the sublunarie orbes cast their excrements: man is the slime of this donguepit, and Princes are the governors of these men: for, for our soules, they are as free as Emperours, all of one peece, there goes but a paire of sheeres betwixt an Emperor and the sonne of a bagge piper, onely the dying, dressing, pressing, glossing makes the difference: now what arte thou like to loose? A Iaylers office to keepe men in bonds, Whilst toyle and treaon, all lifes good confounds. I heere renounce for euer regencie: O Altofront, I wrong thee to supplant thy right: To trip thy heele vp with a divelish slight. For which I now from throne am throwne, world tricks abiure: For vengeance though't comes slow, yet it comes sure. O I am changde; for heerefore the dread power, In true contrition! doe dedicate, My breath to solitarie holinesse, My lippes to praier, and my breasts care shall be, Restoring Altofront to regencie. Thy vowes are heard, and we accept thy faith. Banish amazemet; coe, we foure must stand full shocke of Fortune, be not so wonder-sticken. Dooth Ferneze liue? For your pardon. Padon and loue, giue leaue to recollect My thoughts disperst in wilde astonshment: My vowe stand fit in heauen, and from hence I craue all loue and prdon.