The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 41 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 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Why I saw that as well as he my Lord; I knew 'twas a foolish match betwixt you two; did not you think so my Lord Vincentio? Lord uncle, did not I say at first of the Duke; will his Antiquity never leave his Iniquity? Go to, too much of this; but ask this Lord, If he did like it. Who, my Lord Medice? Lord Stinkard Man, his name is; ask him Lord Stinkard, did you like the match? say. My Lord Stinkard, did you like the match betwixt the Duke, and my Lady Margaret? Presumptuous sycophant, I will have thy life. Unworthy Lord, put up: thirst'st thou more blood? Thy life is fitt'st to be called in question, For thy most murderous cowardice on my son; Thy forwardness to every cruelty Calls thy pretended Noblesse in suspect. Noblesse my Lord? set by your princely favour, That gave the lustre to his painted state, whoever viewed him but with deep contempt, As reading vileness in his very looks? And if he prove not son of some base drudge, Trimmed up by Fortune, being disposed to jest And dally with your state, then that good Angel, That by divine relation spoke in me, Foretelling these foul dangers to your son, And without notice brought this reverend man To rescue him from death: now fails my tongue, And I'll confess, I do him open wrong. And so thou dost; and I return all note Of infamy or baseness on thy throat: Damn me my Lord, if I be not a Lord. My Liege, with all desert, even now you said His life was duly forfeit, for the death Which in these barbarous wounds he sought your son; Vouchsafe me then his life, in my friends right, For many ways I know he merits death; Which, (if you grant) will instantly appear, And that I feel with some rare miracle. His life is thine Lord Strozza, Give him death. What my Lord, Will your grace cast away an innocent life? Villain thou liest, thou guilty art of death A hundred ways, which now I'll execute. Recall your word my Lord. Not for the world. O my dear Liege, but that my spirit prophetic Hath inward feeling of such sins in him, As ask the forfeit of his life and soul, I would, before I took his life, give leave To his confession, and his penitence: O, he would tell you most notorious wonders, Of his most impious state; but life and soul Must suffer for it in him, and my hand Forbidden is from heaven to let him live, Till by confession he may have forgiveness. Die therefore monster. O be not so uncharitable sweet friend, Let him confess his sins, and ask heaven pardon. He must not Princely friend, it is heavens justice To plague his life and soul, and here's heavens justice. O save my life my Lord.
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Why I sw that as well as he my Lord; I knew t'was a foolish match betwixt you two; did no you thinke so my Lord Vincentio? Lord vncle, did not I say at fist of the Duke▪ will his Antiquitie neuer leaue his Imqutie? Go to, too much of this; but aske this Lord, If he did like it. Who, my Lord Medice? Lord Stinkard Man, his name is▪ him Lord Stinkard▪ did you like the match? say. My Lord Stinkar, did you like the match betwixt the Duke, and my Ladie Margaret? Sicophant, I will haue thy lfe. Vnworthie Lod, put vp: hirst'st ou more blood? Ty life is tt'st to be call'd in question, For thy most murthrous cowardise on my sonne▪ Thy forwardnesse to euery cruelty Calls thy pretended Noblesse in suspect. Noblesse my Lord? set by your princely fauour, That gaue the lustre to his painted state, Who euer view'd him but with deepe contempt, As reading vilenesse in his very lookes? And if he proue not sonne of some base drudge, Trim'd vp by Fortune, being dispos'd to ieast And dally with your state, then that good Angell, That by diuine relation spake in me, Fore-telling these foule dangers to your sonne▪ And without notice brought this reuerend man To rescue him from death: now failes my tongue, And Ile confesse, I doe him open wrong. And so thou doost; and I returne all note Of infamy or basenesse on thy throte: Damne me my Lord, if I be not a Lord. My Liege, with all desert, euen now you said His life was duely forfet, for the death Which in these brbarous wounds he sought your sonne; Vouchsafe me then his life, in my friends right, For many waies I know he merits death; Which, (if you grant) will instantly appeare, And that I feele with some rare miracle. His life is thine Lord Strozza, Giue him death. What my Lord, Will your grace cast away an innocent life? Villaine thou liest, thou guiltie art of death A hundred waies, which now Ile execute. Recall your word my Lord. Not for the world. O my deare Liege, but that my spirit prophetike Hath inward feeling of such sinnes in hi, As aske the forfait of his life and soule, I would, before I tooke his life, giue leaue To his confession, and his penitence: O, he would tell you most notorious wonder, Of his most impious state; but life and soule Must suffer for it in him, and my hand Forbidden is from heauen to let him liue, Till by confession he may haue forg uenesse. Die therefore monster. O be not so vncharitable sweete friend, Let him confesse his sinnes, and aske heauen pardon. He must not Princely friend, it is heauens iustice To plague his life and soule, and heer's heauens iustice. O saue my life my Lord.