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 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Sweet word, sweet occasion, faith than brother I'll disinherit you in as short time, As I was when I was begot in haste: I'll damn you at your pleasure: precious deed After your lust, oh 'twill be fine to bleed, Come let our passing out be soft & wary. Mark, there, there, that step, now to the Duchess, This their second meeting, writes the Duke Cuckold With new additions, his horns newly revived: Night! thou that look'st like funeral heralds fees Torn down betimes i'th' morning, thou hangest fitly To Grace those sins that have no grace at all, Now 'tis full sea a-bed over the world, There's juggling of all sides, some that were Maids E'en at Sun set are now perhaps i'th' toll-book, This woman in immodest thin apparel: Lets in her friend by water, here a Dame Cunning, nails leather-hinges to a door, To avoid proclamation, Now Cuckolds are a quoining, apace, apace, apace, apace? And careful sisters spin that thread i'th' night, That does maintain them and their bawds i'th' day! You flow well brother? Puh I'm shallow vet, Too sparing and too modest, shall I tell thee, If every trick were told that's dealt by night There are few here that would not blush out right. I am of that belief too. whose's this comes, The Duke's son up so late,— brother fall back, And you shall learn, some mischief,— my good Lord. Piato, why the man I wished for, come, I do embrace this season for the fittest To taste of that young Lady? Heart, and hell. Damned villain. I ha' no way now to cross it, but to kill him. Come only thou and I. My Lord my Lord. Why dost thou start us? I'd almost forgot— the bastard! What of him? This night, this hour— this minute, now. What? what? Shadows the Duchess— Horrible word. And like strong poison eats, Into the Duke your father's forehead. Oh. He makes horn royal. Most ignoble slave? This is the fruit of two beds. I am mad. That passage he trod warily: He did! And hushed his villains every step he took. His villains? i'll confound them. Take 'em finely, finely, now. The Duchess Chamber-door shall not control me. Good, happy, swift, there's gunpowder i'th' Court, Wild fire at midnight, in this heedless fury He may show violence to cross himself, I'll follow the Event. Where is that villain? softly my Lord and you may take 'em twisted. I care not how! Oh 'twill be glorious, To kill 'em doubled, when their heaped, be soft my Lord. Away my spleen is not so lazy, thus and thus, I'll shake their eyelids ope, and with my sword Shut 'em again for ever;— villain, strumpet— You upper Guard defend us. Treason, treason. Oh take me not in sleep, I have great sins, I must have days, Nay months dear son, with penitential heaves, To lift 'em out, and not to die unclear, O thou wilt kill me both in heaven and here.
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Sweete word, sweete occasion, fayth then brother Ile disinherit you in as short time, As I was when I was begot in hast: Ile dam you at your pleasure: pretious deed After your lust, oh twill be fine to bleede, Come let our passing out be soft & wary. Marke, there, there, that step, now to the Duches, This their second meeting, writes the Duke Cuckold With new additions, his hornes newly reuiu'd: Night! thou that lookst like sunerall Heraulds fees Torne downe betimes ith morning, thou hangst fittly To Grace those sins that haue no grace at all, Now tis full sea a bed ouer the world, Theres iugling of all sides, some that were Maides E'en at Sun set are now perhaps ith Toale-booke, This woman in immodest thin apparell: Lets in her friend by water, here a Dame Cunning, nayles lether-hindges to a dore, To auoide proclamation, Now Cuckolds are a quoyning, apace, apace, apace, apace? And carefull sisters spinne that thread ith night, That does maintaine them and their bawdes ith daie! You flow well brother? Puh I'me shallow vet, Too sparing and too modest, shall I tell thee, If euery trick were told thats dealt by night There are few here that would not blush out right. I am of that beleefe too. Whose this comes, The Dukes sonne vp so late,—brother fall back, And you shall learne, some mischeife,—my good Lord. Piato, why the man I wisht for, come, I do embrace this season for the fittest To tast of that yong Lady? Heart, and hell. Dambd villaine. I ha no way now to crosse it, but to kill him. Come only thou and I. My Lord my Lord. Why dost thou start vs? Ide almost forgot—the bastard! What of him? This night, this houre—this minute, now. What? what? Shadowes the Duchesse— Horrible word. And like strong poyson eates, Into the Duke your fathers fore-head. Oh. He makes horne royall. Most ignoble slaue? This is the fruite of two beds. I am mad. That passage he trod warily: He did! And husht his villaines euery step he tooke. His villaines? ile confound them. Take e'm finely, finely, now. The Duchesse Chamber-doore shall not controule mee. Good, happy, swift, there's gunpowder ith Court, Wilde fire at mid-night, in this heedlesse fury He may show violence to crosse himselfe, Ile follow the Euent. Where is that villaine? Sofly my Lord and you may take e'm twisted. I care not how! Oh twill be glorious, To kill e'm doubled, when their heapt, be soft my Lord. Away my spleene is not so lazy, thus and thus, Ile shake their eye-lids ope, and with my sword Shut e'm agen for euer;—villaine, strumpet— You vpper Guard defend vs. Treason, treason. Oh take mee not in sleepe, I haue great sins, I must haue daies, Nay months deere sonne, with penitential heaues, To lift 'em out, and not to die vncleere, O thou wilt kill me both in heauen and here.