Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.86 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
there is one as they say a thing of flesh and blood, a man I take him by his beard that would very desirously month to mouth with you. What's that? Show his teeth in your company, I understand thee not; Why speak with you Madonna! Why say so madman, and cut of a great deal of dirty way; had it not been better spoke in ordinary words that one would speak with me. Ha, ha, that's as ordinary as two shillings, I would strive a little to show myself in my place, a Gentleman-usher scorns to use the Phrase and fancy of a servingman. Yours be your one sir, go direct him hither, I hope some happy tidings from my brother, That lately travailed, whom my soul affects. Here he comes. Lady the best of wishes to your sex. Fair skins and new gowns, Oh they shall thank you sir, Whence this, Oh from a dear and worthy friend, mighty! From whom? The Duke's son! Receive that! I swore I'd put anger in my hand, And pass the Virgin limits of myself, To him that next appeared in that base office, To be his sins Attorney, bear to him, That figure of my hate upon thy check Whilst 'tis yet hot, and I'll reward thee for't, Tell him my honour shall have a rich name, When several harlots shall share his with shame, Farewell commend me to him in my hate! It is the sweetest Box, That ere my nose came nigh, The finest drawn-work cuff that ere was worn, I'll love this blow for ever, and this cheek Shall still hence forward take the wall of this. Oh I'm above my tongue: most constant sister, In this thou hast right honourable shown, Many are called by their honour that have none, Thou art approved for ever in my thoughts. It is not in the power of words to taint thee, And yet for the salvation of my oath, As my resolve in that point; I will lay, Hard siege unto my Mother, though I know, A Syrens tongue could not bewitch her so. Mass fitly here she comes, thanks my disguise, madam good afternoon. You're welcome sir? The Next of Italy commends him to you, Our mighty expectation, the Duke's son. I think myself much honoured, that he pleases, To tanck me in his thoughts. So may you Lady: One that is like to be our sudden Duke, The Crown gapes for him every tide, and then Commander over us all, do but think on him, How blessed were they now that could pleasure him E'en with any thing almost. ay, save their honour? Tut, one would let a little of that go too And near be seen in't: near be seen it, mark you, I'd wink and let it go— Marry but I would not.
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there is one as they say a thing of flesh and blood, a man I take him by his beard that would very desireously month to mouth with you. Whats that? Show his teeth in your company, I vnderstand thee not; Why speake with you Madona! Why say so mad-man, and cut of a great deale of durty way; had it not beene better spoke in ordinary words that one would speake with me. Ha, ha, thats as ordinary as two shillings, I would striue alitle to show my selfe in my place, a Gentleman-vsher scornes to vse the Phrase and fanzye of a seruingman. Yours be your one sir, go direct him hether, I hope some happy tidings from my brother, That lately trauayld, whome my soule affects. Here he comes. Lady the best of wishes to your sexe. Faire skins and new gownes, Oh they shall thanke you sir, Whence this, Oh from a deere and worthy friend, mighty! From whome? The Dukes sonne! Receiue that! I swore I'de put anger in my hand, And passe the Virgin limits of my selfe, To him that next appear'd in that base office, To be his sinnes Atturney, beare to him, That figure of my hate vpon thy checke Whilst tis yet hot, and Ile reward thee fort, Tell him my honor shall haue a rich name, When seuerall harlots shall share his with shame, Farewell commend me to him in my hate! It is the sweetest Boxe, That ere my nose came nye, The finest drawne-worke cuffe that ere was worne, Ile loue this blowe for euer, and this cheeke Shall still hence forward take the wall of this. Oh Ime a boue my tong: most constant sister, In this thou hast right honorable showne, Many are cald by their honour that haue none, Thou art approu'd for euer in my thoughts. It is not in the power of words to taynt thee, And yet for the saluation of my oth, As my resolue in that poynt; I will lay, Hard seige vnto my Mother, tho I know, A Syrens tongue could not bewitch her so. Masse fitly here she comes, thankes my disguize, Madame good afernoone. Y' are welcome sir? The Next of Italy commends him to you, Our mighty expectation, the Dukes sonne. I thinke my selfe much honord, that he pleases, To tanck me in his thoughts. So may you Lady: One that is like to be our suddaine Duke, The Crowne gapes for him euery tide, and then Commander ore vs all, do but thinke on him, How blest were they now that could pleasure him E'en with any thing almost. I, saue their honor? Tut, one would let a little of that go too And nere be seene in't: nere be seene it, marke you, Ide winck and let it go— Marry but I would not.