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 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I shall. Rise but in this, and you shall never fall. Your honour's Vassals. This was wisely carried, Deep policy in us, makes fools of such: Then must a slave die, when he knows too much. O thou almighty patience, 'tis my wonder, That such a fellow, impudent and wicked, Should not be cloven as he stood: Or with a secret wind burst open! Is there no thunder left, or is't kept up In stock for heavier vengeance, there it goes! Brother we lose ourselves? But I have found it, 'twill hold, 'tis sure, thanks, thanks to any spirit, That mingled it 'mongst my inventions. What is't? 'tis sound, and good, thou shalt partake it, I'm hired to kill myself. True. Prithee mark it, And the old Duke being dead, but not conveyed, For he's already missed too, and you know: Murder will peep out of the closest husk. Most true? What say you then to this device, If we dressed up the body of the Duke. In that disguise of yours. You're quick, y' Ave reached it. I like it wondrously. And being in drink, as you have published him, To lean him on his elbow, as if sleep had caught him: Which claims most interest in such sluggy men. Good yet, but here's a doubt, methought byth' Duke's son to kill that pandar, Shall when he is known be thought to kill the Duke. Neither, O thanks, it is substantial For that disguise being on him, which I wore, It will be thought I, which he calls the Pandar, did kill the Duke, & fled away in his apparel, leaving him so disguised, to avoid swift pursuit. Firmer, and firmer. Nay doubt not 'tis in grain, I warrant it hold colour. Let's about it. But by the way too, now I think on't, brother, Let's conjure that base devil out of our Mother. Madam, unlock yourself, should it be seen, Your arm would be suspected. Who it's that dares suspect, or this, or these? May not we deal our favours where we please? I'm confident, you may. 'sfoot brother hold. wilt let the Bastard shame us? Hold, hold, brother? there's fitter time than now. Now when I see it. 'tis too much seen already. Seen and known, The Nobler she's, the baser is she grown. If she were bent lasciviously, the fault Of mighty women, that sleep soft,— O death, Must she needs choose such an unequal sinner: To make all worse. A Bastard, the Duke's Bastard, Shame heaped on shame. O our disgrace. Most women have small waste the world throughout, But there desires are thousand miles about. Come stay not here, let's after, and prevent, Or else the i'll sin faster than we'll repent. O thou? for whom no name is bad enough. What means my sons what will you murder me? Wicked unnatural Parents. Fiend of women. Ohlare sons turned monsters? help. In vain.
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I shall. Rise but in this, and you shall neuer fall. Your honours Vassayles. This was wisely carried, Deepe policie in vs, makes fooles of such: Then must a slaue die, when he knowes too much. O thou almighty patience, tis my wonder, That such a fellow, impudent and wicked, Should not be clouen as he stood: Or with a secret winde burst open! Is there no thunder left, or ist kept vp In stock for heauier vengeance, there it goes! Brother we loose our selues? But I haue found it, Twill hold, tis sure, thankes, thankes to any spirit, That mingled it mongst my inuentions. What ist? Tis sound, and good, thou shalt pertake it, I'me hir'd to kill my selfe. True. Pree-thee marke it, And the old Duke being dead, but not conuaide, For he's already mist too, and you know: Murder will peepe out of the closest huske. Most true? What say you then to this deuice, If we drest vp the body of the Duke. In that disguise of yours. Y'are quick, y' aue reacht it. I like it wonderously. And being in drinck, as you haue publisht him, To leane him on his elbowe, as if sleepe had caught him: Which claimes most interest in such sluggy men. Good yet, but here's a doubt, Me thought by'th Dukes sonne to kill that pandar, Shall when he is knowne be thought to kill the Duke. Neither, O thankes, it is substantiall For that disguize being on him, which I wore, It wil be thought I, which he calls the Pandar, did kil the Duke, & fled away in his apparell, leauing him so disguiz'd, to auoide swift pursuite. Firmer, and firmer. Nay doubt not tis in graine, I warrant it hold collour. Lets about it. But by the way too, now I thinke on't, brother, Let's coniure that base diuill out of our Mother. Madam, vnlock your selfe, should it be seene, Your arme would be suspected. Who its that dares suspect, or this, or these? May not we deale our fauours where we please? I'me confident, you may. Sfoot brother hold. Woult let the Bastard shame vs? Hold, hold, brother? there's fitter time then now. Now when I see it. Tis too much seene already. Seene and knowne, The Nobler she's, the baser is shee growne. If she were bent lasciuiously, the fault Of mighty women, that sleepe soft,—O death, Must she needes chuse such an vnequall sinner: To make all worse. A Bastard, the Dukes Bastard, Shame heapt on shame. O our disgrace. Most women haue small waste the world through-out, But there desires are thousand miles about. Come stay not here, lets after, and preuent, Or els the ile sinne faster then weele repent. O thou? for whom no name is bad ynough. What meanes my sonnes what will you murder me? Wicked vnnaturall Parents. eend of women. Ohlare sonnes turnd monsters? helpe. In vaine.