Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Never. How is the air? Oh full of trouble. does not the sky look piteously black As if 'twere hung with Rich men's Consciences. Ah, Stuck not a Comet like a Carbuckle Upon the dreadful brow of twelve last night? twelve, no 'twas about one. About one most proper, for that's the Duke. Well shifted from thyself. I could have wished it between one and two His son and him. I'll give you comfort then. Prithee. There was a villainous Raven seen last night, Over the presence chamber in hard justle With a young Eglet. A Raven! that was I, what did the Raven? Mary my Lord the Raven— to say truth, I left the combat doubtful. So 'tis still, For all is doubt, till the deed crown the will, Now bless thy loins with Freedom, wealth and honour, Think all thy seed young Lords, and by this Act. Make a foot-clothed posterity: now imagine Thou seest thy Daughters with their trains borne up, Whom else despised want, may curse to whoredom, And public shames, which our state never threat, she's never lewd, that is accounted great. I'll alter that Court-Axiom, thus renewed, she's never great, that is accounted lewd. Stand close, the presence fills, here, here the place And at his rising, let his fall be base, Beneath thy foot. How for his Guard my Lord? My gold and fear keeps with the chief of them That's rarely well. Bold heedless slave, that dares attempt a deed which shall in pieces rend him my Lords both. The happiness of the day. Time my returning, Treasons have still the worst, yet still are spurning. The Duke! I near was gladder to behold him. All. Long live your Grace. I do not like that strain, You know my age affords not to live long. Spoke truer than you think for. Bestow that wish upon the Prince our Son. Nay, he's not to live long neither. Him as the wealthy Treasure of our hopes, You as possession of our present Comfort, Both in one heart, we reverence in one. Oh Treason of a good complexion. How now, what fresher news fills the court's ear? Fidelio! Glad Tidings to your Grace, The prince is safe returned, and in your Court. Our joy breaks at our eyes, the Prince is come! Soul quicking news— pale vengeance to my blood. By me presenting to your serious view, A brief of all his Travails. 'tis most welcome. It shall be Dear and precious to our Eye. He Reads, i'm glad her reads. Now take thy opportunity, leave that place. At his first rising let his fall be base. That must be altered now. Which? his rising or his fall? Art thou dull now? Thou hear'st the Prince is come. What's here my Lord? My Lord? I have got such a large portion of knowledge, most worthy father, by the benefit of my Travail,
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Neuer. How is the ayre? Oh full of trouble. Do's not the skie looke pittiouſly blacke As if twere hung with Rich mens Conſciences. Ah, Stucke not a Comet like a Carbuckle Vpon the dreadfull browe of Twelue laſt night? Twelue, no twa's about one. About one moſt proper, for thats the Duke. Well ſhifted from thy ſelfe. I could haue wiſht it betweene one and two His ſonne and him. Ile giue you comfort then. Prethee. There was a villanous Rauen ſeene laſt night, Ouer the preſence chamber in hard Iuſtle With a yong Eglet. A Rauen! that was I, what did the Rauen? Mary my Lord the Rauen—to ſay truth, I left the combat doubtfull. So tis ſtill, For all is doubt, till the deed crowne the will, Now bleſſe thy loynes with Freedome, wealth and honour, Think all thy ſeede young Lords, and by this Acte. Make a foote-cloathd poſteritie: now imagine Thou ſeeſt thy Daughters with their traines borne vp, Whome elſe deſpiſed want, may curſſe to whoredome, And publike ſhames, which our ſtate neuer threate, Shee's neuer lew'd, that is accounted great. Ile alter that Court-Axiom▪ thus renewd, Shee's neuer great, that is accounted lewde. Stand cloſe, the preſence fils, heere, heere the place And at his rizing, let his fall be baſe, Beneath thy foote. How for his Guard my Lord? My golde and feare keepes with the chiefe of them That's rarely well. Bould heedleſſe ſlaue, that dares attempt a deede which ſhall in peeces rend him my Lords both. The happineſſe of the day. Time my returning, Treaſons haue ſtill the worſt, yet ſtill are ſpurning. The Duke! I nere was gladder to beholde him. All. Long liue your Grace. I do not like that ſtraine, You know my age affoords not to liue long. Spoke truer then you thinke for. Beſtow that wiſh vpon the Prince our Sonne. Nay, hee's not to liue long neither. Him as the wealthie Treaſure of our hopes, You as poſeſſion of our preſent Comfort, Both in one heart, we reuerence in one. Oh Treaſon of a good cōplexion. How now, what freſher newes fils the Courts eare? Fidelio! Glad Tydings to your Grace, The prince is ſafe return'd, and in your Court. Our ioy breakes at our eyes, the Prince is come! Soule qucking newes—pale vengeance to my blood. By me preſenting to your ſerious view, A briefe of all his Trauailes. Tis moſt welcome. It ſhall be Deere and pretious to our Eye. Hee Reades, i'me glad her reades. Now take thyopportunitie, leaue that place. At hys firſt riſing let his fall be baſe. That muſt be altered now. Which? his riſing or his fall? Art thou dull now? Thou hear'ſt the Prince is come. What's heere my Lord? My Lord? I have got ſuch a large portion of knowledge, moſt worthy father, by the benefit of my Trauaile,