Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 457 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Oh fie, fie, that's the wrong end my Lord. 'tis mere impossible that a mother by any gifts should become a bawd to her own Daughter! Nay then I see thou'rt but a puny in the subtle Mystery of a woman:— why 'tis held now no dainty dish: The name Is so in league with age, that now adays It does Eclipse three quarters of a Mother; Dost so my Lord? Let me alone then to Eclipse the fourth. Why well said, come i'll furnish thee, but first swear to be true in all. True? Nay but swear! Swear?— I hope your honour little doubts my faith. Yet for my humour's sake cause I love swearing. 'cause you love swearing, 'slud I will. Why enough, Erelong look to be made of better stuff. That will do well indeed my Lord. Attend me? Oh. Now let me burst, I've eaten Noble poison, We are made strange fellows, brother, innocent villains, Wilt not be angry when thou hearst on't, thinkst thou? i'faith thou shalt; swear me to foul my sister. Sword I durst make a promise of him to thee, Thou shalt dis-heir him, it shall be thine honour, And yet now angry froth is down in me, It would not prove the meanest policy In this disguise to try the faith of both, Another might have had the self same office, Some slave, that would have wrought effectually, I and perhaps o'erwrought 'em, therefore I, Being thought travailed, will apply myself, Unto the self same form, forget my nature, As if no part about me were kin to 'em, So touch 'em,— though I durst a most for good, Venture my lands in heaven upon their good. Draw nearer Lords and be sad witnesses Of a fair comely building newly fallen, Being falsely undermined: violent rape Has played a glorious act, behold my Lords A sight that strikes man out of me: That virtuous Lady precedent for wives? The blush of many women, whose chaste presence, Would e'en call shame up to their cheeks, And make pale wanton sinners have good colours.— Dead! Her honour first drunk poison, and her life, Being fellows in one house did pledge her honour, O grief of many! I marked not this before. A prayer Book the pillow to her cheek, This was her rich confection, and another plastered in her right hand, with a leaf tucked up, Pointing to these words. Melius virtute mori, Quam per Dedecus vivere. True and effectual it is indeed. My Lord since you invite us to your sorrows, Let's truly taste'em, that with equal comfort, As to ourselves we may relieve your wrongs, We have grief too, that yet walks without tongue, Curaeleves loquuntur, Maiores stupent.
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Oh fie, fie, that's the wrong end my Lord. Tis meere impossible that a mother by any gifts should become a bawde to her owne Daughter! Nay then I see thou'rt but a puny in the subtill Mistery of a woman:—why tis held now no dainty dish: The name Is so in league with age, that now adaies It do's Eclipse three quarters of a Mother; Dost so my Lord? Let me alone then to Eclipse the fourth. Why well sayd, come ile furnish thee, but first sweare to be true in all. True? Nay but sweare! Sweare?—I hope your honor little doubts my fayth. Yet for my humours sake cause I loue swearing. Cause you loue swearing, slud I will. Why ynough, Erelong looke to be made of better stuff. That will do well indeed my Lord. Attend me? Oh. Now let me burst, I'ue eaten Noble poyson, We are made strange fellowes, brother, innocent villaines, Wilt not be angry when thou hearst on't, thinkst thou? Ifayth thou shalt; sweare me to foule my sister. Sword I durst make a promise of him to thee, Thou shalt dis-heire him, it shall be thine honor, And yet now angry froath is downe in me, It would not proue the meanest policy In this disguize to try the fayth of both, Another might haue had the selfe same office, Some slaue, that would haue wrought effectually, I and perhaps ore-wrought em, therefore I, Being thought trauayld, will apply my selfe, Vnto the selfe same forme, forget my nature, As if no part about me were kin to em, So touch' em,—tho I durst a most for good, Venture my lands in heauen vpon their good. Draw neerer Lords and be sad witnesses Of a fayre comely building newly falne, Being falsely vndermined: violent rape Has playd a glorious act, behold my Lords A sight that strikes man out of me: That vertuous Lady President for wiues? The blush of many weomen, whose chast presence, Would ene call shame vp to their cheekes, And make pale wanton sinners haue good colours.— Dead! Her honor first drunke poyson, and her life, Being fellowes in one house did pledge her honour, O greefe of many! I markt not this before. A prayer Booke the pillow to her cheeke, This was her rich confection, and another Plastd in her right hand, with a leafe tuckt vp, Poynting to these words. Melius virtute mori, Quam per Dedecus viuere. True and effectuall it is indeed. My Lord since you enuite vs to your sorrowes, Lets truely tast'em, that with equall comfort, As to our selues we may releiue your wrongs, We haue greefe too, that yet walkes without Tong, Curaeleues lquuntur, Maiores stupent.