Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.81 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
In the mean season, Let us bethink the latest-funerall honours: Endue to the Duke's cold body,— and withal, Calling to memory our new happiness, Spread in his royal son,— Lords Gentlemen, Prepare for Revels. Revels. Time hath several falls, Griefs lift up joys, feasts put down funerals. Come then my Lords, my favours to you all, The Duchess is suspected, foully bent, I'll begin Dukedom with her banishment? Revels. ay, that's the word, we are firm yet, Strike one strain more, and then we crown our wit. Well, have the fairest mark,— (so said the Duke when he begot me,) And if I miss his heart or near about, Then have at any a Bastard scorns to be out. Notest thou that Spurio brother. Yes I note him to our shame. He shall not live, his hair shall not grow much longer? in this time of Revels tricks may be set a foot, seest thou yond new Moon, it shall outlive the new Duke by much, this hand shall dispossess him, than we're mighty. A mask is treason's licence, that build upon? 'tis murder's best face when a vizard's on. Is't so, 'tis very good, And do you think to be Duke then, kind brother: I'll see fair play, drop one, and there lies other. My Lords; be all of Music, strike old griefs into other countries That flow in too much milk, and have faint livers, Not daring to stab home their discontents: Let our hid flames break out, as fire, as lightning, To blast this villainous Dukedom: vexed with sin; Wind up your souls to their full height again. How? Which way? Any way: our wrongs are such, We cannot justly be revenge de too much. You shall have all enough:— Revels are toward, And those few Nobles that have long suppressed you, Are busied to the furnishing of a Mask: And do affect to make a pleasant tail on't, The Masking suits are fashioning, now comes in That which must glad us all— we to take pattern Of all those suits, the colour, trimming, fashion, E'en to an undistinguished hair almost: Then entering first, observing the true form, Within a strain or two we shall find leisure, To steal our swords out handsomely, And when they think their pleasure sweet and good, In midst of all their joys, they shall sigh blood. Weightily, effectually, 3. before the other Maskers come. We're gone, all done and passed. But how for the Duke's guard? Let that alone, By one and one their strengths shall be drunk down, There are five hundred Gentlemen in the action, That will apply themselves, and not stand idle. Oh let us hug your bosoms. Come my Lords, Prepare for deeds, let other times have words. Many harmonious hours, and choicest pleasures, Fill up the royal numbers of your years. My Lords we're pleased to thank you?— though we know, 'tis but your duty now to wish it so.
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In the meane season, Let vs bethinke the latest-funerall honors: Due to the Dukes cold bodie,—and withall, Calling to memory our new happinesse, Spreade in his royall sonne,—Lords Gentlemen, Prepare for Reuells. Reuells. Time hath seurall falls, Greefes lift vp ioyes, feastes put downe funeralls. Come then my Lords, my fauours to you all, The Duchesse is suspected, fowly bent, Ile beginne Dukedome with her banishment? Reuells. I, that's the word, we are firme yet, Strike one straine more, and then we crowne our wit. Well, haue the fayrest marke,—(so sayd the Duke when he begot me,) And if I misse his heart or neere about, Then haue at any a Bastard scornes to be out. Not'st thou that Spurio brother. Yes I note him to our shame. He shall not liue, his haire shall not grow much longer? in this time of Reuells tricks may be set a foote, seest thou yon new Moone, it shall out-liue the new Duke by much, this hand shall dispossesse him, then we're mighty. A maske is treasons licence, that build vpon? Tis murders best face when a vizard's on. Ist so, 'ts very good, And do you thinke to be Duke then, kinde brother: Ile see faire play, drop one, and there lies tother. My Lords; be all of Musick, strike old gricfes into other countries That flow in too much milke, and haue faint liuers, Not daring to stab home their discontents: Let our hid flames breake out, as fire, as lightning, To blast this villanous Dukedome: vext with sinne; Winde vp your soules to their full height agen. How? Which way? Any way: our wrongs are such, We cannot iustly be reueng de too much. You shall haue all enough:—Reuels are toward, And those few Nobles that haue long suppressd you, Are busied to the furnishing of a Maske: And do affect to make a pleasant taile ont, The Masking suites are fashioning, now comes in That which must glad vs all—wee to take patterne Of all those suites, the colour, trimming, fashion, E'en to an vndistinguisht hayre almost: Then entring first, obseruing the true forme, Within a straine or two we shall finde leasure, To steale our swords out handsomly, And when they thinke their pleasure sweete and good, In midst of all their ioyes, they shall sigh bloud. Weightily, effectually, 3. before the tother Maskers come. We're gone, all done and past. But how for the Dukes guard? Let that alone, By one and one their strengths shall be drunke downe, There are fiue hundred Gentlemen in the action, That will apply them-selues, and not stand idle. Oh let vs hug your bosomes. Come my Lords, Prepare for deeds, let other times haue words. Many harmonious houres, and choisest pleasures, Fill vp the royall numbers of your yeares. My Lords we're pleasd to thanke you?—tho we know, Tis but your duety now to wish it so.