Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.84 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I thank you troth, good admonitions faith, Ifide the grace now to make vse of them, That ladies name has spread such a fair wing Over all Italy; that if our tongues, Were sparing toward the Fact, judgement itself, Would be condemned and suffer in men's thoughts, Well then 'tis done, and it would please me well Were it to do again: sure she's a Goddess, For i'd no power to see her, and to live, It falls out true in this for I must die, Her beauty was ordained to be my scaffold, And yet methinks I might be easier ceased, My fault being sport, let me but die in jest, This be the sentence, O kept upon your Tongue, let it not slip, Death too soon steals out of a lawyer's lip, Be not so cruel-wise? Your Grace must pardon us, 'Tis but the justice of the Law. The Law, Is grown more subtle than a woman should be. Now, now he dies, rid 'em away. O what it is to have an old-cool Duke, To be as slack in tongue, as in performance. confirmed, this be the doom irrevocable. Oh! Tomorrow early. Pray be a-bed my Lord. Your Grace much wrongs yourself. No 'tis that tongue, Your too much right, does do us too much wrong. Let that offender— Live, and be in health. Be on a Scaffold Hold, hold, my Lord. Pax on't, What makes my Dad speak now? We will defer the judgement till next sitting, In the mean time let him be kept close prisoner: Guard bear him hence. Brother, this makes for thee, Fear not, we'll have a trick to set thee free. Brother, I will expect it from you both; and in that hope I rest. Farewell, be merry. Delayed, deferred nay than if judgement have cold blood, Flattery and bribes will kill it. About it then my Lords with your best powers, More serious business calls upon our homes. Wast ever known step-duchess was so mild, And calm as I? some now would plot his death, With easy Doctors, those loose living men, And make his withered Grace fall to his Grave, And keep Church better? Some second wife would do this, and dispatch Her double loathed Lord at meat and sleep, Indeed 'tis true an old man's twice a child, Mine cannot speak, one of his single words, Would quite have freed my youngest dearest son From death or durance, and have made him walk With a bold foot upon the thorny law, Whose Prickles should bow under him, but 'tis not, And therefore wedlock faith shall be forgot, I'll kill him in his forehead, hate there feed, That wound is deepest though it never bleed: And here comes he whom my heart points unto, His bastard son, but my loves true-begot, Many a wealthy letter have I sent him, Swelled up with jewels, and the timorous man Is yet but coldly kind, That jewel's mine that quivers in his ear, Mocking his masters chillness and vain fear, Has spied me now.
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I thanke you troth, good admonitions faith, Ifide the grace now to make vse of them, That Ladyes name has spred such a faire wing Ouer all Italy; that if our Tongs, Were sparing toward the Fact, Iudgment it selfe, Would be condemned and suffer in mens thoughts, Well then tis done, and it would please me well Were it to doe agen: sure shees a Goddesse, For ide no power to see her, and to liue, It falls out true in this for I must die, Her beauty was ordaynd to be my scaffold, And yet my thinks I might be easier ceast, My fault being sport, let me but die in iest, This be the sentence, O keept vpon your Tongue, let it not slip, Death too soone steales out of a Lawyers lip, Be not so cruell-wise? Your Grace must pardon vs, 'Tis but the Iustice of the Lawe. The Lawe, Is growne more subtill then a woman should be. Now, now he dyes, rid 'em away. O what it is to haue an old-coole Duke, To bee as slack in tongue, as in performance. Confirmde, this be the doome irreuocable. Oh! Tomorrow early. Pray be a bed my Lord. Your Grace much wrongs your selfe. No 'tis that tongue, Your too much right, dos do vs too much wrong. Let that offender— Liue, and be in health. Be on a Scaffold Hold, hold, my Lord. Pax ont, What makes my Dad speake now? We will defer the iudgement till next sitting, In the meane time let him be kept close prisoner: Guard beare him hence. Brother, this makes for thee, Feare not, weele haue a trick to set thee free. Brother, I will expect it from you both; and in that hope I rest. Farewell, be mesry. Delayd, deferd nay then if iudgement haue cold bloud, Flattery and bribes will kill it. About it then my Lords with your best powers, More serious businesse calls vpon our homes. Wast euer knowne step-Dutchesse was so milde, And calme as I? some now would plot his death, With easie Doctors, those loose liuing men, And make his witherd Grace fall to his Graue, And keepe Church better? Some second wife would do this, and dispatch Her double loathd Lord at meate and sleepe, Indeed 'tis true an old mans twice a childe, Mine cannot speake, one of his single words, Would quite haue freed my yongest deerest sonne From death or durance, and haue made him walke With a bold foote vpon the thornie law, Whose Prickles should bow vnder him, but 'tis not, And therefore wedlock faith shall be forgot, Ile kill him in his fore-head, hate there feede, That wound is deepest tho it neuer bleed: And here comes hee whom my heart points vnto, His bastard sonne, but my loues true-begot, Many a wealthy letter haue I sent him, Sweld vp with Iewels, and the timorous man Is yet but coldly kinde, That Iewel's mine that quiuers in his eare, Mocking his Maisters chilnesse and vaine feare, Ha's spide me now.