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 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Brother I do applaud thy constant vengeance, The quaintness of thy malice above thought. So 'tis laid on: now come and welcome Duke, I have her for thee, I protest it brother: methinks she makes almost as fair a fine As some old gentlewoman in a Periwig? Hide thy face now for shame, thou hadst need have a Mask now 'tis vain when beauty flows, but when it fleets This would become graves better than the streets. You have my voice in that; hark, the Duke's come. Peace, let's observe what company he brings, And how he does absent 'em, for you know he'll wish all private,— brother fall you back a little, With the bony Lady. That I will. So, so,— now 9. years' vengeance crowd into a minute! You shall have leave to leave us, with this charge, Upon your lives, if we be missed byth' Duchess Or any of the Nobles, to give out, We're privately rid forth. Oh happiness! With some few honourable gentlemen you may say, You may name those that are away from Court. Your will and pleasure shall be done my Lord. privately rid forth, He strives to make sure work on't— your good grace? Piato, well done hast brought her, what Lady is't? Faith my Lord a Country Lady, a little bashful at first as most of them are, but after the first kiss my Lord the worst is past with them, your grace knows now what you have to do; she's somewhat a grave look with her— but— I love that best, conduct her. Have at all. In gravest looks the Greatest faults seem less Give me that sin that's robbed in Holiness. Back with the Torch; brother raise the perfumes. How sweet can a Duke breath? age has no fault, Pleasure should meet in a perfumed mist, Lady sweetly encountered, I came from Court I must be bold with you, oh, what's this, oh! royal villain, white devil; Oh. Brother— place the Torch here, that his affrighted eyeballs May start into those hollows, Duke; dost know Yond dreadful vizard, view it well, 'tis the skull Of Gloriana, whom thou poisonedst last. Oh, 'tas poisoned me. Didst not know that till now? What are you two? villains all three?— the very ragged bone, Has been sufficiently revenged. Oh Hippolito? call treason. Yes my good Lord, treason, treason, treason. Then I'm betrayed. Alas poor Lecher in the hands of knaves, A slavish Duke is baser than his slaves. My teeth are eaten out. Hadst any lest. I think but few. Then those that did eat are eaten. O my tongue. Your tongue? 'twill teach you to kiss closer, Not like a Flobbering Dutchman, you have eyes still: Look monster, what a Lady hast thou made me, My once betrothed wife. Is it thou villain, nay then— 'tis I, 'tis Vindici, 'tis I.
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Brother I do applaud thy constant vengeance, The quaintnesse of thy malice aboue thought. So tis layde on: now come and welcome Duke, I haue her for thee, I protest it brother: Me thinkes she makes almost as faire a sine As some old gentlewoman in a Periwig? Hide thy face now for shame, thou hadst neede haue a Maske now Tis vaine when beauty flowes, but when it fleetes This would become graues better then the streetes. You haue my voice in that; harke, the Duke's come. Peace, let's obserue what company he brings, And how he dos absent e'm, for you knowe Heele wish all priuate,—brother fall you back a little, With the bony Lady. That I will. So, so,—now 9. years vengeance crowde into a minute! You shall haue leaue to leaue vs, with this charge, Vpon your liues, if we be mist by'th Duchesse Or any of the Nobles, to giue out, We're priuately rid forth. Oh happinesse! With some few honorable gentlemen you may say, You may name those that are away from Court. Your will and pleasure shall be done my Lord. Priuatly rid forth, He striues to make sure worke on't—your good grace? Piato, well done hast brought her, what Ladyist? Faith my Lord a Country Lady, a little bashfull at first as most of them are, but after the first kisse my Lord the worst is past with them, your grace knowes now what you haue to doo; sha's some-what a graue looke with her—but— I loue that best, conduct her. Haue at all. In grauest lookes the Greatest faultes seeme lesse Giue me that sin thats rob'd in Holines. Back with the Torch; brother raise the perfumes. How sweete can a Duke breath? age has no fault, Pleasure should meete in a perfumed mist, Lady sweetely encountred, I came from Court I must bee bould with you, oh, what's this, oh! royall villaine, white diuill; Oh. Brother—place the Torch here, that his affrighted eyeballs May start into those hollowes, Duke; dost knowe Yon dreadfull vizard, view it well, tis the skull Of Gloriana, whom thou poysonedst last. Oh, tas poysoned me. Didst not know that till now? What are you two? Villaines all three?—the very ragged bone, Has beene sufficiently reuengd. Oh Hippolito? call treason. Yes my good Lord, treason, treason, treason. Then I'me betrayde. Alasse poore Lecher in the hands of knaues, A slauish Duke is baser then his slaues. My teeth are eaten out. Hadst any lest. I thinke but few. Then those that did eate are eaten. O my tongue. Your tongue? twill teach you to kisse closer, Not like a Flobbering Dutchman, you haue eyes still: Looke monster, what a Lady hast thou made me, My once bethrothed wife. Is it thou villaine, nay then— T'is I, 'tis Vindici, tis I.