Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
O you're a kind Madman; I'll see how I can move, Your words will sting, If she be still chaste I'll near call her mine, Spoke truer than you meant it, Daughter Castiza. Madam, O she's yonder. Meet her: troops of celestial Soldiers guard her heart. Yond dam has devils enough to take her part, Madam what makes yond evil officed man, In presence of you; Why? He lately brought Immodest writing sent from the Duke's son To tempt me to dishonourable Act, Dishonourable Act?— good honourable fool, That wouldst be honest cause thou wouldst be so, Producing no one reason but thy will. And t'as a good report, prettily commended, But pray by whom; mean people; ignorant people, The better sort I'm sure cannot abide it, And by what rule shouldst we square out our lives, But by our betters actions? oh if thou knew'st What 'twere to lose it, thou would never keep it: But there's a cold curse laid upon all Maids, Whilst other clip the Sun they clasp the shades! Virginity is paradise, locked up. You cannot come by yourselves without fee. And 'twas decreed that man should keep the key! Deny advancement, treasure, the Duke's son, I cry you mercy. Lady I mistook you, Pray did you see my Mother; which way went you? Pray God I have not lost her. Prettily put by. Are you as proud to me as coy to him? Do you not know me now? Why are you she? The worlds so changed, one shape into another, It is a wise child now that knows her mother? Most right i'faith. I owe your cheek my hand, For that presumption now, but I'll forget it, Come you shall leave those childish haviours, And understand your Time, Fortunes flow to you, What will you be a Girl? If all feared drowning, that spy waves ashore, Gold would grow rich, and all the merchants poor. It is a pretty saying of a wicked one, but methinks now It does not show so well out of your mouth, Better in his. Faith bad enough in both, Were I in earnest as I'll seem no less? I wonder Lady your own mother's words, Cannot be taken, nor stand in full force. 'Tis honesty you urge; what's honesty? 'Tis but heavens beggar; and what woman is so foolish to keep honesty, And be not able to keep herself? No, Times are grown wiser and will keep less charge, A Maid that h'as small portion now intends, To break up house, and live upon her friends How blessed are you, you have happiness alone, Others must fall to thousands, you to one, Sufficient in himself to make your forehead Dazzle the world with jewels, and petitionary people Start at your presence. Oh if I were young, I should be ravished. I to lose your honour. Slid how can you lose your honour? To deal with my Lords Grace, he'll add more honour to it by his Title, Your Mother will tell you how.
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O you'r a kind Mad-man; Ile see how I can moue, Your words will sting, If she be still chast Ile nere call her mine, Spoke truer then you ment it, Daughter Castiza. Madam, O shees yonder. Meete her: troupes of celestiall Soldiers gard her heart. Yon dam has deuills ynough to take her part, Madam what makes yon euill offic'd man, In presence of you; Why? He lately brought Immodest writing sent from the Dukes sonne To tempt me to dishonorable Act, Dishonorable Act?—good honorable foole, That wouldst be honest cause thou wouldst be so, Producing no one reason but thy will. And t'as a good report, pretely commended, But pray by whome; meane people; ignorant people, The better sort Ime sure cannot abide it, And by what rule shouldst we square out our liues, But by our betters actions? oh if thou knew'st What t'were to loose it, thou would neuer keepe it: But theres a cold curse layd vpon all Maydes, Whilst other clip the Sunne they clasp the shades! Virginity is paradice, lockt vp. You cannot come by your selues without fee. And twas decreed that man should keepe the key! Deny aduancement, treasure, the Dukes sonne, I cry you mercy. Lady I mistooke you, Pray did you see my Mother; which way went you? Pray God I haue not lost her. Prittily put by. Are you as proud to me as coye to him? Doe you not know me now? Why are you shee? The worlds so changd, one shape into another, It is a wise childe now that knowes her mother? Most right ifaith. I owe your cheeke my hand, For that presumption now, but Ile forget it, Come you shall leaue those childish hauiours, And vnderstand your Time, Fortunes flow to you, What will you be a Girle? If all feard drowning, that spye waues a shoare, Gold would grow rich, and all the Marchants poore. It is a pritty saying of a wicked one, but me thinkes now It dos not show so well out of your mouth, Better in his. Faith bad inough in both, Were I in earnest as Ile seeme no lesse? I wonder Lady your owne mothers words, Cannot be taken, nor stand in full force. 'Tis honestic you vrge; what's honestie? 'Tis but heauens beggar; and what woman is so foolish to keepe honesty, And be not able to keepe her-selfe? No, Times are growne wiser and will keepe lesse charge, A Maide that h'as small portion now entends, To breake vp house, and liue vpon her friends How blest are you, you haue happinesse alone, Others must fall to thousands, you to one, Sufficient in him-selfe to make your fore-head Dazle the world with Iewels, and petitionary people Start at your presence. Oh if I were yong, I should be rauisht. I to loose your honour. Slid how can you loose your honor? To deale with my Lords Grace, Heele adde more honour to it by his Title, Your Mother will tell you how.