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 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
It says true in that sir, for you must suffer presently. A villainous Duns, upon the letter knavish exposition, Look you then here sir: we'll get thee out by a trick says he. That may hold too sir, for you know a Trick is commonly four Cards, which was meant by us four officers. Worse and worse dealing. The hour beckons us, The headsman waits, lift up your eyes to heaven. I thank you faith; good pretty-wholesome counsel, I should look up to heaven as you said, Whilst he behind me cozens me of my head, I that's the Trick. You delay too long my Lord. Stay good Authorities Bastards, since I must Through Brother's perjury die, O let me venom Their souls with curses. Come 'tis no time to curse. Must I bleed then, without respect of sign? well— My fault was sweet sport, which the world approves, I die for that which every woman loves. O sweet, delectable, rare, happy, ravishing, Why what's the matter brother? O 'tis able, to make a man spring up, & knock his forehead Against yond silver ceiling. Prithee tell me, Why may not I partake with you? you vowed once To give me share to every tragic thought. Byth' Mass I think I did too, Then I'll divide it to thee,— the old Duke Thinking my outward shape, and inward heart Are cut out of one piece; (for he that prates his secrets, His heart stands ath out side) hires me by price: To greet him with a Lady, In some fit place veiled from the eyes ath Court, Some darkened blushless Angle, that is guilty Of his forefathers lusts, and great-folks' riots, To which (I easily to maintain my shape) Consented, and did wish his impudent grace To meet her here in this un-sunned-lodge, Wherein 'tis night at noon, and here the rather, Because unto the torturing of his soul, The Bastard and the Duchess have appointed Their meeting too in this luxurious circle, Which most afflicting sight will kill his eyes Before we kill the rest of him. 'twill i'faith, most dreadfully digested, I see not how you could have missed me brother. True, but the violence of my joy forgot it. ay, but where's that Lady now? Oh at that word, I'm lost again, you cannot find me yet I'm in a throng of happy Apprehensions. he's suited for a Lady, I have took care For a delicious lip, a sparkling eye, You shall be witness brother; Be ready stand with your hat off. Troth I wonder what Lady it should be? Yet 'tis no wonder, now I think again, To have a Lady stoop to a Duke, that stoops unto his men, 'tis common to be common, through the world: And there's more private common shadowing vices, Than those who are known both by their names and prices 'tis part of my allegiance to stand bare, To the Duke's Concubine,— and here she comes.
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It sayes true in that sir, for you must suffer presently. A villanous Duns, vpon the letter knauish exposition, Looke you then here sir: Weele get thee out by a trick sayes hee. That may hold too sir, for you know a Trick is commonly foure Cardes, which was meant by vs foure officers. Worse and worse dealing. The houre beckens vs, The heads-man waites, lift vp your eyes to heauen. I thanke you faith; good pritty-holsome counsell, I should looke vp to heauen as you sedd, Whilst he behinde me cozens me of my head, I thats the Trick. You delay too long my Lord. Stay good Authorities Bastards, since I must Through Brothers periurie dye, O let me venome Their soules with curses. Come tis no time to curse. Must I bleed then, without respect of signe? well— My fault was sweet sport, which the world approoues, I dye for that which euery woman loues. O sweete, delectable, rare, happy, rauishing, Why what's the matter brother? O tis able, to make a man spring vp, & knock his for-head Against yon siluar seeling. Pre-thee tell mee, Why may not I pertake with you? you vowde once To giue me share to euery tragick thought. Byth' Masse I thinke I did too, Then Ile diuide it to thee,—the old Duke Thinking my outward shape, and inward heart Are cut out of one peice; (for he that prates his secrets, His heart stands ath out side) hires me by price: To greete him with a Lady, In some fit place vaylde from the eyes ath Court, Some darkned blushlesse Angle, that is guilty Of his fore-fathers lusts, and great-folkes riots, To which (I easily to maintaine my shape) Consented, and did wish his impudent grace To meete her here in this vn-sunned-lodge, Where-in tis night at noone, and here the rather, Because vnto the torturing of his soule, The Bastard and the Duchesse haue appoynted Their meeting too in this luxurious circle, Which most afflicting sight will kill his eyes Before we kill the rest of him. Twill yfaith, most dreadfully digested, I see not how you could haue mist me brother. True, but the violence of my ioy forgot it. I, but where's that Lady now? Oh at that word, I'me lost againe, you cannot finde me yet I'me in a throng of happy Apprehensions. Hee's suted for a Lady, I haue tooke care For a delitious lip, a sparkling eye, You shall be witnesse brother; Be ready stand with your hat off. Troth I wonder what Lady it should be? Yet tis no wonder, now I thinke againe, To haue a Lady stoope to a Duke, that stoopes vnto his men, Tis common to be common, through the world: And there's more priuate common shadowing vices, Then those who are knowne both by their names and prices Tis part of my alleagance to stand bare, To the Dukes Concubine,—and here she comes.