Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 489 words
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I'm covetous, To know the villain, You know him that slave Pandar, Piato whom we threatened last With irons in perpetual prisonment; All this is I. Is't he my Lord? I'll tell you, you first preferred him to me. Did you brother. I did indeed? And the ungrateful villain, To quit that kindness, strongly wrought with me, Being as you see a likely man for pleasure, With jewels to corrupt your virgin sister. Oh villain, He shall surely die that did it. I far from thinking any Virgin harm. Especially knowing her to be as chaste As that part which scarce suffers to be touched, Th' eye would not endure him, Would you not my Lord, 'twas wondrous honourably done, But with some five frowns kept him out, Out slave. What did me he but in revenge of that, Went of his own free will to make infirm, Your sister's honour, whom I honour with my soul, For chaste respect, and not prevailing there, (As 'twas but desperate folly to attempt it,) In mere spleen, by the way, way lays your mother, Whose honour being a coward as it seems. Yielded by little force. Coward indeed. He proud of their advantage, (as he thought) Brought me these news for happy, but I, heaven forgive me for't. What did your honour. In rage pushed him from me. Trampled beneath his throat, spurned him, and bruised: Indeed I was too cruel to say troth. Most Nobly managed. Has not heaven an ear? Is all the lightning wasted? If I now were so impatient in a modest cause, What should you be? Full mad, he shall not live To see the Moon change. He's about the Palace, Hippolito entice him this way, that thy brother May take full mark of him. Heart?— that shall not need my Lord, I can direct him so far. Yet for my hate's sake, Go, wind him this way? i'll see him bleed myself. What now brother? Nay e'en what you will— you're put to't brother? An impossible task, I'll swear, To bring him hither, that's already here. Thy name, I have forgot it? Vindice my Lord. 'tis a good name that. ay, a Revenger. It does betoken courage, thou shouldst be valiant, And kill thine enemies. That's my hope my Lord. This slave is one. I'll doom him. Then i'll praise thee? Do thou observe me best, and I'll best raise thee. Indeed, I thank you. Now Hippolito, where's the slave Pandar? Your good Lordship, Would have a loathsome sight of him, much offensive? he's not in case now to be seen my Lord, The worst of all the deadly sins is in him: That beggarly damnation, drunkenness. Then he's a double-slave. 'twas well conveyed, upon a sudden wit. What, are you both, Firmly resolved, i'll see him dead myself. Or else, let not us live. You may direct your brother to take note of him.
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Ime couetuous, To know the villayne, You know him that slaue Pandar, Piato whome we threatened last With irons in perpetuall prisonment; All this is I. Ist he my Lord? Ile tell you, you first preferd him to me. Did you brother. I did indeed? And the ingreatfull villayne, To quit that kindnes, strongly wrought with me, Being as you see a likely man for pleasure, With iewels to corrupt your virgin sister. Oh villaine, He shall furely die that did it. I far from thinking any Virgin harme. Especially knowing her to be as chast As that part which scarce suffers to be toucht, Th' eye would not endure him, Would you not my Lord, Twas wondrous honorably donne, But with some fiue frownes kept him out, Out slaue. What did me he but in reuenge of that, Went of his owne free will to make infirme, Your sisters honor, whome I honor with my soule, For chast respect, and not preuayling there, (As twas but desperate folly to attempt it,) In meere spleene, by the way, way laies your mother, Whose honor being a coward as it seemes. Yeelded by little force. Coward indeed. He proud of their aduantage, (as he thought) Brought me these newes for happy, but I, heauen forgiue mee for't. What did your honour. In rage pusht him from mee. Trampled beneath his throate, spurnd him, and bruizd: Indeed I was too cruell to say troth. Most Nobly managde. Has not heauen an eare? Is all the lightning wasted? If I now were so impatient in a modest cause, What should you be? Full mad, he shall not liue To see the Moone change. He's about the Pallace, Hippolito intice him this way, that thy brother May take full marke of him. Heart?—that shall not neede my Lord, I can direct him so far. Yet for my hates sake, Go, winde him this way? ile see him bleede my selfe. What now brother? Nay e'en what you will—y'are put to't brother? An impossible taske, Ile sweare, To bring him hither, thats already here. Thy name, I haue forgot it? Vindice my Lord. Tis a good name that. I, a Reuenger. It dos betoken courage, thon shouldst be valiant, And kill thine enemies. Thats my hope my Lord. This slaue is one. Ile doome him. Then ile praise thee? Do thou obserue me best, and Ile best raise thee. Indeed, I thanke you. Now Hippolito, where's the slaue Pandar? Your good Lordship, Would haue a loathsome sight of him, much offensiue? Hee's not in case now to be seene my Lord, The worst of all the deadly sinnes is in him: That beggerly damnation, drunkennesse. Then he's a double-slaue. Twas well conuaide, vpon a suddaine wit. What, are you both, Firmely resolud, ile see him dead my selfe. Or else, let not vs liue. You may direct your brother to take note of him.