Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.73 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Post officers, and fetch her to our presence. A weak delay to hinder my strong faith. I ever thought that Harlot would be one. See how that bold ●ace ieats it like a bride. Health to the king, good fortune to the peers. A bolder quean there lived not this many years. My piercing judgement, through the brittle glass, Of that frail beauty, doth deserve her looseness, Lady stand forth. I entertain that name most royal king, And boldly come here to clear myself, Of any thing that shall be laid against me. You are here acused as accessary, Unto Sentloes' death, speak are you guilty I or no. Doth this disgraced son of that proud man, Charge me with these surmises before the king. Thou hast not murdered him, but my renown, His death, this hand my death of fame doth wound. Thus lust makes young men's missery her law. Who then dares touch my reputation? Look there on thy accuser, that is he. This corish lump of flesh, this shaghaird slave, Aplie thy speech proud woman to the place, Speak reverently in presence of the King. Lady we stand not upon words, But one the proof, and estimate of right, Sirtha, stand forth: and freely speak the truth. The wretch my Lord that never did offend, Fears not to die, I charge thee Florence Of my masters death: Moreover, I charge thee That with this purse of massy gold Thou didst bribe me, To murder Sentloe, Sentlove that is dead. I bribe thee, with what falsehood dost thou urge me. Let Vallenger be asked what purse this is, Look on it Ladies, mark it, for you know it. This purse was mine. This purse I gave to Florence. Then with this purse, we boldly may conclude that she did bribe Blunt to murder Sentloe. Look on her face my Lord, her colour changeth. Am I descried, shall yonder corish slave, By blabing tongue bring me to infamy, No though I assure my death, i'll further his. Your answer Florence, what debate you there▪ My answer shall be resolute and true, Worthy the valour of a woman's mind, To bad for thee, thou lump of infamy. Nothing but badness is from bad derived. Most mighty king, I freely do confess, That cursed Blunt consented to murder Sentloe, This is the truth of all, live I or die. Lewd is her life my Lord, and lose her tongue. Well take them aside, In Florence I observe her impudence, In Vallenger despair, in Blunt remorse, In these three last front terror, Call them again, attend your sentence all, First Vallenger, thou soughtest to poison Anabell thy wise, Since by apparent proof Sentlove is slain, Our sentence is respective for thy good, A noble death: the loss of thy lewd head, Blunt, and this honest Florence, Both for committing and concealing murder, Must one the gallowes die, this is our sencence. No act is proved in me right royal king. Her words approve thy act, thy act her will.
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Poſt officers, and fetch her to our preſence. A weake delay to hinder my ſtrong faith. I euer thought that Harlot would be one. Sée how that bold ace ieats it like a bride. Health to the king, good fortune to the péeres. A boulder quean ther liude not this many years. My pearcing iudgment, through the brittle glaſſe, Of that fraile beauty, doth deſerne her looſenes, Lady ſtand forth. I entertaine that name moſt royall king, And boldly come héere to cléere my ſelfe, Of any thing that ſhall be laid againſt me. You are héere acuſed as acceſſarie, Vnto Sentloes death, ſpeake are you guilty I or no. Doth this diſgraced ſon of that proud man, Charg me with theſe ſurmiſes before the king. Thou haſt not murdred him, but my renowne, His death, this hand my death of fame doth wound. Thus luſt makes yong mens miſſery her law. Who then dares tuch my reputation? Looke there on thy accuſer, that is he. This coriſh lumpe of fleſh, this ſhaghaird ſlaue, Aplie thy ſpéech proud woman to the place, Speake reuerently in preſence of the King. Lady we ſtand not vpon words, But one the proffe, and eſtimate of right, Sirtha, ſtand forth: and fréely ſpeake the truth. The wretch my Lord that neuer did offend, Fears not to die, I charge thée Florence Of my maiſters death: Moreouer, I charg thée That with this purſe of maſſie gold Thou didſt bribe me, To murder Sentloe, Sentlo that is dead. I bribe thée, with what falſe-hood doſt thou vrge me. Let Vallenger be aſked what purſe this is, Looke on it Ladies, marke it, for you know it. This purſe was mine. This purſe I gaue to Florence. Then with this purſe, we holdly may conclude that ſhe did bribe Blunt to murder Sentloe. Looke on her face my Lord, her couller changeth. Am I diſcride, ſhall yonder coriſh ſlaue, By blabing tongue bring me to infamy, No tho I aſſure my death, ile further his. Your anſwere Florence, what debate you there▪ My anſwere ſhall be reſolute and true, Worthy the vallor of a womans mind, To bad for thée, thou lumpe of infamy. Nothing but badnes is from bad deriued. Moſt mighty king, I fréely do confes, That curſed Blunt conſented to murder Sentloe, This is the truth of all, liue I or die. Lewd is her life my Lord, and loſe her toong. Well take them aſide, In Florence I obſerue her impudence, In Vallenger diſpaire, in Blunt remorce, In theſe thrée laſt front terror, Call them agen, attend your ſentence all, Firſt Vallenger, thou ſoughteſt to poiſon Anabell thy wiſe, Since by aparent proffe Sentlo is ſlaine, Our ſentence is reſpectiue for thy good, A noble death: the loſſe of thy lewd head, Blunt, and this honeſt Florence, Both for committing and concealing murder, Muſt one the gallowes die, this is our ſencence. No act is proued in me right royall king. Her words approue thy act, thy act her will.