The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 36 of 42
Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) or Children of Paul’s (second) unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Spoke with the true tongue of a Nobleman: But now are all these excitations toys, And honour fats his brain with other joys. I know your true friend, Prince Vincentio Will triumph in this excellent effect Of your late prophecy. O, my dear friend's name Presents my thoughts, with a most mortal danger, To his right innocent life: a monstrous fact Is now effected on him. Where? or how? I do not well those circumstances know, But am assur'd, the substance is too te. Come reverend Doctor, let us hearken out Where the young Prince remains, and bear with you Medicines t'allay his danger: if by wounds, Beare pretious Balsome, or se sgne iuyce; If by fell poison, some choice Ate, If by black witchcraft, our good spirits and prayers Shall exorcize the devilish wrath of hell, Out of his princely bosom. Where? where? where? where's my Lord uncle, my Lord my uncle? Here's the ill tidings-bringer; what news now, with thy unhappy presence? O my Lord my Lord Vincentio, is almost kild by my Lord Med. See Doctor, see, if my presage be true. And well I know if he have hurt the Prince, 'tis treacherously done, or with much help. Nay sure he had no help, but all the Duke's Guard; and they set upon him indeed; and after he had defended himself, d'ee see? he drew, & having as good as wounded the Lord Medice almost, he struck at him, and missed him, d'ee mark? What tale is here? where is this mischief done? At Monk's well, my Lord, I'll guide you to him presently I doubt it not; fools are best guides to ill, And mischiefs ready way lies open still. Lead sir I pray. yourself, Niece; though your love be slain, You have another that's worth two of him. It is not possible; it cannot be That heaven should suffer such impiety. 'tis true, I swear niece. O most unjust truth! I'll cast myself down headlong from this Tower, And force an instant passage for my soul, To seek the wandering spirit of my Lord. Will you do so Niece? That I hope you will not, And yet there was a Maid in Saint Marks street, For such a matter did so; and her clothes Flew up about her so as she had no harm: And grace of God your clothes may fly up too, And save you harmless; for your cause and hers Are e'en as like as can be. I would not scape; And certainly I think the death is easy. O 'tis the easiest death that ever was, Look Niece, it is so far hence to the ground. You should be quite dead, long before you felt it. Yet do not leape Ne. I will kill myself With running on some sword; or drink strong poison; Which death is easiest I would fain endure.
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Spoke with the true tongue of a Nobleman: But noware all these excitations toyes, And Hono fas his braine with other ioyes. I know your true fiend, Prince Vincentio Will triumph in this excellent effect Of your late . O, my deare frds name Presents my thoughts, with a most mortall danger, To his right innont life: a monsts fact Is now effected on him. Where? or how? I doe not well those circumstances know, But am assur'd, the substance is too te. Come reuerend Doctor, let vs harken out Where the young Prince remaines, and beare with you Medcines t'allay danger: if by wounds, Beare pretious Balsome, or se sgne iuyce; If by fell poison, some choice Ate, If by blacke witch, our good sts and prayers Shall exorcise the diuelish wrath of hell, Out of his princely bosome. Where? where? where? where's my Lord vnche, my Lord my vncle? Here's the ill tydings-bringer; what newes now, with thy vnhappie presen? O my Lord my Lord Vincentio, is almost kild by my Lord Med. See Doctor, see, if my prge be true. And well I know if he haue hurt the Prince, T'is trecherously done, or with much helpe. Nay sure he had no helpe, but all the Dukes Guard; and they set vpon him indd; and after he had defended himselfe, dee see? he drew▪ & hauing as good as wounded the Lord Medice almost, he strake a him, and d h, dee marke? What tale is here? where is this mischiefe done? At Monks well, my Lord, Ile gde you to him preseny I doubt it no; fooles are best gdes to ill, And mischiefes readie way ls open still. Lead sir I pray. Quie your selfe, Nece; though your loue be slaine, You haue another that's woorth two of him. It is not possible; it cannot be That heauen should suffer such impi tie. T is true, I sweare neece. O most vniust truth▪ Ile cast my selfe downe headlong from this Tower, And force an inst passge for my soule, To seeke the wandring spirit of my Lord. Will you do so Neece? That I hope you will not, And yet there was a Maid in Saint Marks streete, For such a matter did so; and her clohes Flew vp about her so as she had no harme: And grace of God your clothes may e vp too, And saue you harmelesse; for your cause and hers Are ene as like as can be. I would not sape; And certainly I thinke the death is easie. Ot'is the eafiest death that euer was, Looke Ne, it is so farre hence to the ground. You shoulde bee quite dead, long before you felt it. Yet do not leape Ne. I will kill my selfe With running on some sworde; or drinke strong poison; Which dh is eest I would faine endure.