The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 44 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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Speak, will ye yield? Villain, I will not; murderer do thy worst, thy base unnoble thoughts dare prompt thee to; I am above thee slave. Will thou not be drawn to yield by fair persuasions? No nor by— Peace, know your doom then; your Ladyship must remember, you are not now at home, where you dare jest at all that come about you: but you are fallen under my mercy, which shall be small: if thou refuse to yield, hear what I have sworn unto myself; I will enjoy thee, though it between the parting of thy soul and body. Yield yet and live. I'll guard the one, let heavens guard the other. Are ye so resolute then? Duk. from above. Hold, hold, I say. What have I? yet more terror to my tragedy? Lady, the scene of blood is done; ye are now as free from scandal, as from death. Thou woman which wert borne to teach virtue Fair, sweet, and modest maid forgive my thoughts, My trespass was my love. Seize Gondarino, let him wait our dooms. I do begin in a little to love this woman; I could endure her already twelve miles off. Sister, I am glad you have brought your honour off so fairly, without loss: you have done a work above your sex, the Duke admires it; give him fair encounter. Best of all comforts; may I take this hand, and call it mine? I am your grace's handmaid. Would ye had said myself: might it not be so Lady? Sister, say I: I know ye can afford it. My Lord, I am your subject, you may command me, provided still, your thoughts be fair and good. Here, I am yours; and when I cease to be so, Let heaven forget me: thus I make it good. My Lord, I am no more mine own. So: this bargain was well driven. Duke, thou hast sold away thyself to all perdition; thou art this present hour becoming cuckold: methinks I see thy gall grate through thy veins, and jealousy seize thee with her talents: I know that woman's nose must be cut off, she cannot scape it. Sir, we have punishment for you. I do beseech your Lordship, for the wrongs this man hath done me, let me pronounce his punishment. Lady, I give to you, he is your own. I do beseech your grace, let me be banished with all the speed that may be. Stay still, you shall attend her sentence. Lord Gondarino, you have wronged me highly, yet since it sprung from no peculiar hate to me, but from a general dislike unto all women, you shall thus suffer for it; Arrigo, call in some Ladies to assist us: will your Grace take your State? My Lord I do beseech your Grace for any punishment saving this woman, let me be sent upon discovery of some Island, I do desire but a small gondole, with ten Holland Cheeses, and i'll undertake it.
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Speake, will ye yeeld? Villaine, I will not; murderer doe thy worst, thy base vnnoble thoughts dare prompt thee to; I am aboue thee slaue. Will thou not be drawne to yeild by faire perswasions? No nor by— Peace, know your doom then; your Ladiship must remēber, you are not now at home, where you dare ieast at all that come about you: but you are fallen vnder my mercie, which shal be smal: if thou refuse to yeeld, heare what I haue sworn vnto my selfe; I will inioy thee, though it betweene the parting of thy soule and body. Yield yet and liue. Ile guard the one, let heauens guard the tother. Are ye so resolute then? Duk. frō aboue. Hold, hold, I say. What haue I? yet more terror to my tragedy? Lady, the scene of blood is done; ye are now as free from scandal, as from death. Thou woman which wert borne to teach vert Faire, sweet, and modest maid forgiue my thoughts, My trespas was my loue. Seize Gondarino, let him doomes. I doe begin in a little to loue this woman; I could indure her already twelue miles off. Sister, I am glad you haue brought your honour off so fairely, without losse: you haue done a worke aboue your sexe, the Duke admires it; giue him faire encounter. Best of all comforts; may I take this hand, and call it mine? I am your Graces handmaid. Would ye had sed my selfe: might it not be so Lady? Sister, say I: I know ye can affoard it. My Lord, I am your subiect, you may command me, prouided still, your thoughts be faire and good. Here, I am yours; and when I cease to be so, Let heauen forget me: thus I make it good. My Lord, I am no more mine owne. So: this bargaine was well driuen. Duke, thou hast sold away thy selfe to all perdition; thou art this present houre becomming cuckold: me thinkes I see thy gaule grate through thy veines, and jealousie seize thee with her talents: I knowe that womans nose must be cut off, shee cannot scape it. Sir, we haue punishment for you. I doe beseech your Lordship, for the wrongs this mā hath done me, let me pronounce his punishment. Lady, I giue to you, he is your owne. I doe beseech your grace, let me be banisht with al the speed that may be. Stay still, you shall attend her sentence. Lord Gondarino, you haue wroug'd me highly, yet since it sprung from no peculiar hate to me, but from a generall dislike vnto all women, you shall thus suffer for it; Arrigo, call in some Ladies to assist vs: will your Grace take your State? My Lord I doe beseech your Grace for any punishment sauing this woman, let me bee sent vpon discouery of some Island, I doe desire but a small Gundele, with tenne Holland Cheeses, and ile vndertake it.