Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Twice Tangle's overthrown, twice Tangles overthrown. Hold: Now old cheater of the Law, Pray give me leave to be mad. Thou that hast found such sweet pleasure in the vexation of others. May I not be mad in quiet? Very Marrow, very manna to thee to be in law. Very syrup of Toads, and preserved Adders. Thou that hast vexed, and beggared the whole Parish, and made the honest Church wardens go to Law with the poors money. Hear me, do but hear me, I pronounce a terrible, horrible curse upon you all— and wish you to my Attorney: see where a Praemunire comes a Dedimus potestatem, and that most Dreadful Execution, Excommunicato Capiendo, there's no bail to be taken, I shall rot in fifteen jails: make Dice of my bones, and let my Counsellors Son play away his Father's money with 'em; may my bones revenge my quarrel!— A Capias Cominus? here, here, here, here: quickly dip your Quills in my blood, off with my skin and write fourteen lines of a side— there's an honest conscionable fellow, he takes but ten shillings of a Bellows-mender— here's another deals all with charity, you shall give him nothing, only his wife an embroidered petticoat, a gold fringe for her tail, or a border for her head, ah sirrah! you shall catch me no more in the spring of your Knaveries. Follow, follow him still, a little thing now sets him forward. None can except against him, the man's mad, And privileged by the Moon, if he say true: Less madness 'tis to speak sin, than to do. This wretch that loved before, his food, his strife, This punishment falls even with his life. His pleasure was vexation, all his bliss The torment of another. Their heart, his health: their starved hopes his store, Who so loves Law, dies either mad or poor. A miracle, a miracle! How now Fidelio? My Lord a miracle! What is't? I have found One quiet, suffering, and unlawyered man. An opposite, a very Contrary To the old turbulent fellow. Why he's mad. Mad, why he is in his right wits, could he be madder than he was, if he be any way altered from what he was, 'tis for the better, my Lord. Well, but where's this wonder? 'tis coming my Lord: A man so truly a man, so indifferently a creature, using the world in his right nature but to tread upon, one that would not bruise, the cowardly est enemy to man, the worm, that dares not show his malice till we are dead: nay my Lord, you will admire his temper! see where he comes, I promised your acquaintance, sir Yond is the Gentleman I did commend for Temper. Let me embrace you simply. That's perfectly, and more in heart than hand: Let affectation keep at Court. ay, let it. 'tis told me you love quiet
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Twice Tangle's ouerthrowne, twice Tangles ouerthrowne. Holde: Now olde cheater of the Law, Pray giue me leaue to bee madde. Thou that haſt found ſuch ſweete pleaſure in the vexation of others. May I not be mad in quiet? Very Marrow, very manna to thee to be in law. Very ſirrop of Toades, and perſeru'd Adders. Thou that haſt vext, and beggerd the whole Parriſh, and made the honeſt Church wardens goe to Lawe with the poores money. Heare me, doe but heare me, I pronounce a terrible, horrible curſſe vpon you al—and wiſh you to my Atturney: ſee where a Praemunire comes a Dedimus poteſtatem, and that moſte Dreadful Execution, Excommunicato Capiendo, there's no baile to be taken, I ſhal rot in fifteene Iayles: make Dice of my bones, and let my Counſellors Sonne play away his Fathers money with e'm; may my bones reuenge my quarrell!— A Capias Cominus? heere, heere, heere, heere: quicklye dip your Quilles in my blood, off with my skin and write fourteen lines of a ſide—there's an honeſt conſcionable fellowe, he takes but ten ſhillinges of a Bellowes-mender—heere's another deales all with charitie, you ſhall giue him nothing, onely his wife an embrodered Pettycoate, a golde frindge for her taile, or a border for her head, ah ſirrha! you ſhall catch mee no more in the ſprindge of your Knaueries. Follow, follow him ſtill, a little thing now ſets him forward. None can except againſt him, the mans mad, And priuiledgd by the Moone, if he ſay true: Leſſe madnes tis to ſpeake ſinne, then to doe. This wretch that lou'd before, his foode, his ſtrife, This puniſhment falles euen with his life. His pleaſure was vexation, all his bliſſe The torment of another. Their heart, his health: their ſtarued hopes his ſtore, Who ſo loues Law, dies either mad or poore. A miracle, a miracle! How now Fidelio? My Lord a miracle! What iſt? I haue found One quiet, ſuffering, and vnlawyer'd man. An oppoſite, a very Contrarie To the olde turbulent fellowe. Why hee's mad. Mad, why he is in his right wits, could he be madder then he was, if he be any way altered from what hee was, tis for the better, my Lord. Well, but where's this wonder? Tis comming my Lord: A man ſo truely a man, ſo indifferently a creature, vſing the world in his right nature but to tread vppon, one that would not bruſe, the cowardly eſt enemy to man, the worme, that dares not ſhow his malice till we are dead: nay my Lord, you will admire his temper! ſee where he comes, I promiſd your acquaintance, ſir Yon is the Gentleman I did commend for Temper. Let me embrace you ſimply. That's perfectly, and more in heart then hand: Let affectation keepe at Court. I, let it. Tis told me you loue quiet