The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 30 of 42
Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) or Children of Paul’s (second) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.85 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
See here, my Lord, I have robbed all their Caskets, Know you this Ring? this carcanet? this Chain? Will any of these letters serve your turn? I know not these things; but come: let me read some of these letters. Madam, in this deed You deserve highly of my Lord the Duke. Nay my Lord Medice, I think I told you I could do pretty well in these affairs: O these young Girls engross up all the love From us, (poor Beldames;) but I hold my hand, I'll ferret all the Cunni-holes of their kindness Ere I have done with them. Passion of death! See, see, Lord Medice, my traitorous son, Hath long joyed in the favours of my love: Woe to the womb that bore him: and my care To bring him up to this accursed hour, In which all cares possess my wretched life. What father, would believe he had a son So full of treachery to his innocent state? And yet my Lord, this letter shows no meeting, But a desire to meet. Yes, yes, my Lord, I do suspect they meet; and I believe I know well where too; I believe I do; And therefore tell me; does no creature know, That you have left the chase thus suddenly? And are come hither? have you not been seen By any of these Lovers? Not by any. Come then, come follow me; I am persuaded I shall go near to show you their kind hands. Their confidence, that you are still a hunting, Will make your amorous son that stole from thence, Bold in his love-sports; Come, come, a fresh chase, I hold this picklock, you shall hunt at view. What, do they think to scape? An old wives eye Is a blue Crystal full of sorcery. If this be true, the traitorous boy shall die. Tell me I pray you, what strange hopes they are That feed your coy conceits against the Duke, And are preferred before th'assured greatness His highness graciously would make your fortunes? I have small hopes, my Lord; but a desire To make my nuptial choice of one I love, And as I would be loath t'impair my state; So I, affect not honours that exceed it. O you are very temperate in your choice, Pleading a judgement past your sex, and years. But I believe some fancy' will be found, The forge of these gay Gloss: if it be, I shall decipher what close traitor 'tis That is your Agent in your secret plots. Swoons. And him for whom you plot; and on you all I will revenge thy disobedience, With such severe correction, as shall fright All such deluders from the like attempts: But chiefly he shall smart that is your factor. O me, accursed! Mean time I'll cut Your poor craft short i'faith. Poor craft indeed, That I, or any others use, form.
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See here, my Lord, I haue rob'd all their Caskets, Know you this Ring? this Carquanet? this Chaine? Will any of these letters serue your turne? I know not these things; but come: let me reade some of these letters. Madam, in this deed You deserue highly of my Lord the Duke. Nay my Lord Medice, I thinke I told you I could do prettie well in these affaires: O these yong Girles engrosse vp all the loue From vs, (poore Beldams;) but I hold my hand, Ile ferret all the Cunni-holes of their kindnesse Ere I haue done with them. Passion of death! See, see, Lord Medice, my trait'rous sonne, Hath long ioyde in the fauours of my loue: Woe to the wombe that bore him: and my care To bring him vp to this accursed houre, In which all cares possesse my wretched life. What father, would beleeue he had a sonne So full of trecherie to his innocent state? And yet my Lord, this letter hewes no meeting, But a desire to meete. Yes, yes, my Lord, I doe suspect they meete; and I beleeue I know well where too; I beleeue I doe; And therefore tell me; does no creature know, That you haue left the chase thus suddenly? And a come hither? haue you not beene seene By any of these Louers? Not by any. Come then, come follow me; I am perswaded I shall go neare to shew you their kind hands. Their confidence, that you are still a hunting, Will make your amorous sonne that stole from thence, Bold in his loue-sports; Come, come, a fresh chace, I hold this pickelocke, you shall hunt at view. What, do they thinke to seape? An old wiues eye Is a blew Cristall full of sorcerie. If this be true, the traitrous boy shall die. Tell me I pray you, what strange hopes they are That feed your coy conceits against the Duke, And are prefer'd before th'aslured greatnes His highness graciously would make your fornes? I haue small hopes, my Lord; but a desire To make my nuptiall choice of one I loue, And as I would be loath t'impaire my state; So I, affect not honours that exceed it. O you are verie temp'rate in your choice, Pleading a iudgement past your sexe, and yeares. But I beleeue some fancie' will be found, The forge of these gay Gloses: if it be, I shall descipher what close traitor tis That is your Agent in your secret plots. Swoones. And him for whom you plot; and on you all I will reuenge thy disobedieuce, With such seuere correction, as shall fright All such deluders fom the like attempts: But chiefly he shall smart that is your factor▪ O me, accurst! Meane time Ile cut Your poore craft short yfaith. Poore craft indeede, That I, or any others vse, forme.