Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.80 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
She does the wiser I commend her for't, Women with women can work best alone, By this light and so they can, give 'em their due, men are not comparable to 'em. No that's true, for you shall have one woman knit more in a hour than any man can ravel again in seven and twenty year. Now my desires are happy, I'll make 'em freemen now, Thou art a precious fellow, faith I love thee, Be wise and make it thy revenue, beg, leg, What office couldst thou be Ambitious for? Office my Lord marry if I might have my wish I would have one that was never begged yet, Nay then thou canst have none. Yes my Lord I could pick out another office yet, nay and keep a horse and drab upon't, Prithee good bluntness tell me. Why I would desire but this my Lord, to have all the fees behind the Arras; and all the farthingales that fall plump about twelve o'clock at night upon the Rushes. Thou'rt a mad apprehensive knave, dost think to make any great purchase of that. Oh 'tis an unknown thing my Lord, I wonder t'has's been missed so long? Well, this night i'll visit her, and 'tis till then A year in my desires-farewell, attend, Trust me with thy preferment. My loved Lord; Oh shall I kill him ah wrong-side now, no! Sword thou wast never a backbiter yet, I'll pierce him to his face, he shall die, looking upon me, Thy veins are swelled with lust, this shall unfill 'em, Great men were Gods, if beggars could not kill 'em, Forgive me heaven, to call my mother wicked, Oh lessen not my days upon the earth I cannot honour her, by this I fear me Her tongue has turned my sister into use. I was a villain not to be forsworn: To this our lecherous hope, the Duke's son, For Lawyers, Merchants, some divines and all, Count beneficial perjury a sin small, It shall go hard yet, but I'll guard her honour And keep the ports sure? Brother how goes the world? I would know news of you But I have news to tell you. What in the name of knavery? Knavery faith, This vicious old Duke's worthily abused The pen of his bastard writes him Cuckold! His bastard? Pray believe it, he and the Duchess, By night meet in their linen, they have been seen By stair-foot panders! Oh sin foul and deep, Great faults are winked at when the Duke's asleep, See, see, here comes the Spurio. Monstrous Luxur? Unbraced: two of his valiant bawds with him. O There's a wicked whisper; hell is in his care Stay let's observe his passage— Oh but are you sure on't. My Lord most sure on't, for 'twas spoke by one, That is most inward with the Duke's sons lust: That he intends within this hour to steal, Unto Hippolito's sister, whose chaste life The mother has corrupted for his use.
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Shee do's the wiser I commend her fort, Women with women can worke best alone, By this light and so they can, giue 'em their due, men are not comparable to 'em. No thats true, for you shall haue one woman knit more in a hower then any man can Rauell agen in seauen and twenty yeare. Now my desires are happy, Ile make 'em free-men now, Thou art a pretious fellow, faith I loue thee, Be wise and make it thy reuennew, beg, leg, What office couldst thou be Ambitious for? Office my Lord marry if I might haue my wish I would haue one that was neuer begd yet, Nay then thou canst haue none. Yes my Lord I could picke out another office yet, nay and keepe a horse and drab vppont, Prethee good bluntnes tell me. Why I would desire but this my Lord, to haue all the fees behind the Arras; and all the farthingales that fal plumpe about twelue a clock at night vpon the Rushes. Thou'rt a mad apprehensiue knaue, dost thinke to make any great purchase of that. Oh tis an vnknowne thing my Lord, I wonder ta's been mist so long? Well, this night ile visit her, and tis till then A yeare in my desires-farwell, attend, Trust me with thy preferment. My lou'd Lord; Oh shall I kill him ath wrong-side now, no! Sword thou wast neuer a back-biter yet, Ile peirce him to his face, he shall die, looking vpon me, Thy veines are sweld with lust, this shall vnfill e'm, Great men were Gods, if beggers could not kil e'm, Forgiue me heauen, to call my mother wicked, Oh lessen not my daies vpon the earth I cannot honor her, by this I feare me Her tongue has turnd my sister into vse. I was a villaine not to be forsworne: To this our lecherous hope, the Dukes sonne, For Lawiers, Merchants, some diuines and all, Count beneficiall periury a sin small, It shall go hard yet, butile guard her honor And keepe the portes sure? Brother how goes the world? I would know newes of you But I haue newes to tell you. What in the name of knauery? Knauery fayth, This vicious old Duke's worthily abusde The pen of his bastard writes him Cuckold! His bastard? Pray beleeue it, he and the Duchesse, By night meete in their linnen, they haue beene seene By staire-foote pandars! Oh sin foule and deepe, Great faults are winckt at when the Duke's a sleepe, See, see, here comes the Spurio. Monstrous Luxur? Vnbrac'd: two of his valiant bawdes with him. O There's a wicked whisper; hell is in his care Stay let's obserue his passage— Oh but are you sure on't. My Lord most sure on't, for twas spoke by one, That is most inward with the Dukes sonnes lust: That he intends within this houre to steale, Vnto Hippolitoes sister, whose chast life The mother has corrupted for his vse.