The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 34 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 0.91 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
That would extremely grieve me, could myself Only endure the ill, our hardest fates, May lay on both of us; I would not care, But to behold thy sufferance, I should die. How can your Lordship wrong my love so much, To think the more woe I sustain for you, Breeds not the more my comfort? I alas Have no mean else, to make my merit even In any measure, with your eminent worth. Now must I exercise my timorous lovers, Like fresh armed soldiers, with some false alarms, To make them yare and wary of their foe The boisterous bearded Duke: I'll rush upon them With a most hideous cry, the Duke, the Duke, the Duke. Ha, ha, ha, woe ho, come again I say, The Duke's not come i'faith. God's precious man, What did you mean to put us in this fear? O sir, to make you look about the more; Nay, we must teach you more of this I tell you: What, can you be too safe sir? what I say, Must you be pampered in your vanities? Ah, I do domineer and rule the roast. Was ever such an Ingle? would to God, (If 'twere not for ourselves) my father saw him. Minion, you have your prayer, and my curse, For your good housewifery. What says your Highness? Can you endure these injuries any more? No more, no more, advise me what is best, To be the penance of my graceless son? My Lord, no mean but death or banishment, Can be fit penance for him: if you mean T'enjoy the pleasure of your love yourself. Give him plain death my Lord, and then you're sure Death or his banishment, he shall endure, For wreak of that joys exile I sustain. Come, call our Guard, and apprehend him straight. I have some jewels then my dearest life, Which with whatever we can get beside, Shall be our means, and we will make escape. 'sblood, the Duke and all come now in earnest; The Duke, by heaven, the Duke. Nay, then i'faith Your jest is too too stale. God's precious, By these ten bones, and by this hat and heart, The Duke and all comes, see, we are cast away. Lay hands upon them all, pursue, pursue. Stay thou ungracious girl. Lord Medice, Lead you our Guard, and see you apprehend The treacherous boy, nor let him scape with life, Unless he yield to his external exile. 'tis princely said my Lord— And take my Usher. Let me go into exile with my Lord, I will not live, if I be left behind. Impudent damsel, wouldst thou follow him? He is my husband, whom else should I follow? Wretch, thou speakest treason to my Lord the Duke. Yet love me Lady, and I pardon all. I have a husband, and must love none else.
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That would extreamely greeue me, could my selfe Onely indure the ill, our hardest fates, May lay on both of vs; I would not care, But to behold thy sufferance, I should die. How can your Lordship wrong my loue so much, To thinke the more woe I sustaine for yo, Breedes not the more my comfort? I alas Haue no meane else, to make my merit euen In any measure, with your eniment worth. Now st I exercise my timorous louers, Like fresh arm'd souldiers, with some false alarms, To mae them yare and warie of their foe The boistrous bearded Duke: Ile rush vpon them With a most hideous cry, the Duke, the Duke, the Duke. Ha, ha, ha, wo ho, come againe I say, The Duke's not come ifaith. Gods precious man, What did you meane to put vs in this feare? O sir, to make you looke about the more; Nay, we must teach you more of this I tell yo: What, can you be too safe sir? what I say, Must you be pamperd in your vanities? Ah, I do domineere and rule the rost. Was euer such an Ingle? would to God, (If twere not for our selues) my father saw him. Minion, you haue your praier, and my curse, For your good Huswiferie. What saies your Highnesse? Can you indure these iniuries any more? No more, no more, aduise me what is best, To be the penance of my gracelesse sonne? My Lord, no meane but death or banishment, Can be fit penance for him: if you meane T'inioy the pleasure of your loue your selfe. Giue him plaine death my Lord, and then y'are sure Death or his banishment, he shall indure, For wreake of that ioyes exile I sustaine. Come, call our Gard, and apprehend him strait. I haue sme Iewells then my dearest life, Which with what euer we can get beside, Shall be our meanes, and we will make escape. Sblood, the Duke and all come now in earnest; The Duke, by heauen, the Duke. Nay, then ifaith Your ieast is too too stale. Gods petious, By these ten bones, and by this hat and heart, The Duke and all comes, see, we are cast away. Lay hands vpon them all, pursue, pursue. Stay thou vngracious girle. Lord Medice, Leade you our Guard, and see you appehend The treacherous boy▪ nor let him scape with life, Vnlesse he yelde to his externall exile. T'is princely said my Lord— And take my Vsher. Let me goe into exile with my Lord, I will not liue, if I be left behinde. Impudent Damzell, wouldst thou follow him? He is my husband, whom lse should I follow? Wretch, thou speakest treason to my Lord the Duke. Yet loue me Lady, and I prdon all. I haue a husband, and must loue none else.