The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 43 of 46
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.88 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
When that is done, then will we taste the gift, Which Fates have sent, my fortunes up to lift. When that is done, you'll begin to repent, upon a full stomach; but I see, 'tis but a form in destiny, not to be altered. Sir, what may be the currant of your business, that thus you single out your time and place? madam, the business now imposed upon me, concerns you nearly; I wish some worser man might finish it. Why are ye changed so? are ye not well sir? Yes madam, I am well, would you were so. Why sir? I feel myself in perfect health. And yet ye cannot live long, madam. Why good Arrigo? Why, ye must die. I know I must, but yet my fate calls not upon me. It does; this hand the Duke commands shall give you death. Heaven, and the powers divine, guard well the innocent. Lady, your prayers may do your soul some good, That sure your body cannot merit by'vm: You must prepare to die. What's my offence? what have these years committed, That may be dangerous to the Duke or State? Have I conspired by poison? have I given up My honour to some loose unsettled blood That may give action to my plots? Dear sir, let me not die ignorant of my faults? Ye shall not. Then Lady, you must know, you are held unhonest; The Duke, your brother, and your friends in court, With too much grief condemn ye: though to me, The fault deserves not to be paid with death. Who is my accuser? Lord Gondarino. Arrigo, take these words, and bear them to the Duke, It is the last petition I shall ask thee: Tell him the child, this present hour brought forth To see the world, has not a soul more pure, more white, More virgin than I have. Tell him Lord Gondarino's Plot, I suffer for, and willingly: tell him it had been a greater honour, to have saved then killed: but I have done: strike, I am armed for heaven. Why stay you? is there any hope? I would not strike. Have you the power to save? With hazard of my life, if it should be known? You will not venture that? I will: Lady, there is that means yet to escape your death, if you can wisely apprehend it. Ye dare not be so kind? I dare, and will, if you dare but deserve it. If I should slight my life, I were too blame. Then madam, this is the means, or else you die: I love you. I shall believe it, if you save my life. And you must lie with me. I dare not buy my life so. Come ye must resolve, say yea or no. Then no; nay look not ruggedly upon me, I am made up too strong, to fear such looks. Come, do your butcher's part: before I would win life, with the dear loss of honour, I dare find means to free myself.
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When that is done, then will we taste the gift, Which Fates haue sent, my fortunes vp to lift. When that is done, you'l begin to repent, vpon a full stomacke; but I see, 'tis but a forme in destiny, not to be alter'd. Sir, what may be the currant of your busines, that thus you single out your time and place? Madame, the businesse nowe impos'd vpon me, concernes you neerely; I wish some worser man might finish it. Why are ye chang'd so? are ye not well sir? Yes madam, I am well, wo'd you were so. Why sir? I feele my selfe in perfect health. And yet ye cannot liue long, madam. Why good Arrigo? Why, ye must die. I know I must, but yet my fate calls not vpon me. It does; this hand the Duke commandes shall giue you death. Heauen, and the powers diuine, guard well the innocent. Lady, your praiers may doe your soule some good, That sure your body cannot merrit by'vm: You must prepare to die. What's my offence? what haue these yeares committed, That may be dangerous to the Duke or State? Haue I conspir'd by poyson? haue I giu'n vp My honour to some loose vnsetl'd blood That may giue action to my plots? Deare sir, let me not die ignorant of my faults? Ye shall not. Then Lady, you must know, you are held vnhonest; The Duke, your brother, and your friends in court, With too much griefe condemne ye: though to me, The fault deserues not to be paid with death. Who is my accuser? Lord Gondarino. Arrigo, take these wordes, and beare them to the Duke, It is the last petition I shall aske thee: Tell him the child, this present houre brought forth To see the world, ha's not a soule more pure, more white, More virgin then I haue. Tell him Lord Gondarinoes Plot, I suffer for, and willingly: tel him it had bin a greater honour, to haue sau'd then kil'd: but I haue done: strike, I am arm'd for heauen. VVhy stay you? is there any hope? I would not strike. Haue you the power to saue? With hazzard of my life, if it should be knowne? You will not venture that? I will: Lady, there is that means yet to escape your death, if you can wisely apprehend it. Ye dare not be so kind? I dare, and will, if you dare but deserue it. If I should slight my life, I were too blame. Then madam, this is the meanes, or else you die: I loue you. I shall beleeue it, if you saue my life. And you must lie with me. I dare not buy my life so. Come ye must resolue, say yea or no. Then no; nay looke not ruggedly vpon me, I am made vp too strong, to feare such lookes. Come, doe your Butchers part: before I would win life, with the deare losse of honour, I dare finde meanes to free my selfe.