Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.81 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Faith I have been shooud at, but 'twas still my hap To hold byth' Duchess skirt, you guess at that, Whom such a Coat keeps up can near fall flat, But to the purpose. Last evening predecessor unto this, The Duke's son warily enquired for me, Whose pleasure I attended: he began, By policy to open and unhusk me About the time and common rumour: But I had so much wit to keep my thoughts Up in their built houses, yet afforded him An idle satisfaction without danger, But the whole aim, and scope of his intent Ended in this, conjuring me in private, To seek some strange digested fellow forth: Of ill-contented nature, either disgraced In former times, or by new grooms displaced, Since his stepmothers nuptials, such a blood A man that were for evil only good; To give you the true word some base coined Pander? I reach you, for I know his heat is such, Were there as many Concubines as Ladies He would not be contained, he must fly out: I wonder how ill featured, wild proportioned. That one should be: if she were made for woman, Whom at the Insurrection of his lust He would refuse for once, heart, I think none, Next to a skull, though more unsound than one Each face he meets he strongly dotes upon. Brother you'ave truly spoke him? He knows not you, but I'll swear you know him. And therefore i'll put on that knave for once, And be a right man then, a man a'th' Time, For to be honest is not to be i'th' world, Brother i'll be that strange composed fellow. And i'll prefer you brother. Go to then, The small'st advantage fattens wronged men It may point out, occasion, if I meet her, I'll hold her by the foretop fast enough; Or like the French mole heave up hair and all, I have a habit that will fit it quaintly, Here comes our Mother. And Sister. We must quoin. Women are apt you know to take false money, But I dare stake my soul for these two creatures Only excuse excepted that they'll swallow, Because their sex is easy in belief. What news from Cour son Carlo? Faith Mother, 'tis whispered there the Duchess youngest son Has played a Rape on Lord Antonio's wife. On that religious Lady! Royal blood: monster he deserves to die, If Italy had no more hopes but he. Sister you'ave sentenced most direct, and true, The Laws a woman, and would she were you: Mother I must take leave of you. Leave for what? I Intend speedy travail. That he does Madam. Speedy indeed! For since my worthy father's funeral, My life's unnaturally to me, e'en compelled As if I hued now when I should be dead. Indeed he was a worthy Gentleman Had his estate been fellow to his mind. The Duke did much deject him. Much? too much. And through disgrace oft smothered in his spirit, When it would mount, surely I think he died Of discontent: the Nobleman's consumption.
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Faith I haue beene shooud at, but twas still my hap To hold by'th Duchesse skirt, you gesse at that, Whome such a Coate keepes vp can nere fall flat, But to the purpose. Last euening predecessor vnto this, The Dukes sonne warily enquird for me, Whose pleasure I attended: he began, By policy to open and vnhuske me About the time and common rumour: But I had so much wit to keepe my thoughts Vp in their built houses, yet afforded him An idle satifaction without danger, But the whole ayme, and scope of his intent Ended in this, coniuring me in priuate, To seeke some strange digested fellow forth: Of ill-contented nature, either disgracst In formertimes, or by new groomes displacst, Since his Step-mothers nuptialls, such a bloud A man that were for euill onely good; To giue you the true word some base coynd Pander? I reach you, for I know his heate is such, Were there as many Concubines as Ladies He would not be contaynd, he must flie out: I wonder how ill featurde, vilde proportiond. That one should be: if she were made for woman, Whom at the Insurrection of his lust He would refuse for once, heart, I thinke none, Next to a skull, tho more vnsound then one Each face he meetes he strongly doates vpon. Brother y'aue truly spoke him? He knowes not you, but Ile sweare you know him. And therefore ile put on that knaue for once, And be a right man then, a man a'th Time, For to be honest is not to be ith world, Brother ile be that strange composed fellow. And ile prefer you brother. Go too then, The smallst aduantage fattens wronged men It may point out, occasion, if I meete her, Ile hold her by the fore-top fast ynough; Or like the French Moale heaue vp hayre and all, I haue a habit that wil fit it quaintly, Here comes our Mother. And Sister. We must quoyne. Women are apt you know to take false money, But I dare stake my soule for these two creatures Onely excuse excepted that they'le swallow, Because their sexe is easie in beleese. What newes from Cour sonne Carlo? Faith Mother, Tis whisperd there the Duchesse yongest sonne Has playd a Rape on Lord Antonios wife. On that relligious Lady! Royall bloud: monster he deserues to die, If Italy had no more hopes but he. Sister y'aue sentenc'd most direct, and true, The Lawes a woman, and would she were you: Mother I must take leaue of you. Leaue for what? I Intend speedy trauaile. That he do's Madam. Speedy indeed! For since my worthy fathers funerall, My life's vnnaturally to me, e'en compeld As if I hu'd now when I should be dead. Indeed he was a worthy Gentleman Had his estate beene fellow to his mind. The Duke did much deiect him. Much? To much. And through disgrace oft smotherd in his spirit, When it would mount, surely I thinke hee dyed Of discontent: the Noblemans consumption.