Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.75 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
How came the Duke slain then; We found him so, O villain, Hark. Those in the mask did murder us, la you now sir. O marble impudence! will you confess now? 'slud 'tis all false, Away with that foul monster, Dipped in a PRINCE's blood. Heart 'tis a lie, Let him have bitter execution, New marrow no I cannot be expressed, How fairs my Lord the Duke. Farewell to all, He that climbs highest has the greatest fall, My tongue is out of office. Air Gentlemen, air, Now thou'lt not prate on't, 'twas Vindice murdered thee, Oh. Murdered thy Father. Oh. And I am he-tell nobody, so so, the Duke's departed, It was a deadly hand that wounded him, The rest, ambitious who should rule and sway, After his death were so made all away, My Lord was unlikely, Now the hope, Of Italy lies in your reverend years? Your hair, will make the silver age again, When there was fewer but more honest men, The burdens weighty and will press age down, May I so rule that heaven nay keep the crown, The rape of your good Lady has been quited, With death on death. Just is the Law above It was 〈...〉, I not hard of the like, 'twas all done for the best my Lord, All for your grace's good good? we may be bold to speak it now, 'twas somewhat witty carried though we say it. 'twas we two murdered him, You two? None else i'faith my Lord nay 'twas well managed, Lay hands upon those villains. How? on us? Bear 'em two speedy execution, Heart waste not for your good my Lord? My good away with 'em such an old man as he, You that would murder him would murder me, be't come about; 'sfoot brother you begun, May not we set as well as the Duke's son, Thou hast no conscience, are we not revenged? Is there one enemy left alive amongst those? 'tis time to die, when we are ourselves our foes. When murders shut deeds close, this curse does seal 'em, If none disclose 'em they themselves reveal 'em! This murder might have slept in tongueless brass, But for ourselves, and the world died an ass; Now I remember too, here was Piato. Brought forth a knavish sentence once, no doubt (said he) but time Will make the murderer bring forth himself? 'tis well he died, he was a witch, And now my Lord, since we are in for ever: This work was ours which else might have been slipped, And if we list we could have Nobles clipped, And go for less than beggars, but we hate we have enough, Mother turned our Sister true, after a nest of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 How subtly was that murder closed, bear up, These tragic bodies, 'tis a heavy season: when their blood may wash away all treason.
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How came the Duke slaine then; We found him so, O villaine, Harke. Those in the maske did murder vs, Law you now sir. O marble impudence! will you confesse now? Sloud tis all false, Away with that foule monster, Dipt in a Princes bloud. Heart tis a lye, Let him haue bitter execution, New marrow no I cannot be exprest, How faires my Lord the Duke. Farewel to al, He that climes highest has the greatest fall, My tong is out of office. Ayre Gentlemen, ayre, Now thoult not prate ont, twas Vindice murdred thee, Oh. Murdred thy Father. Oh. And I am he-tell no-body, so so, the Dukes departed, It was a deadly hand that wounded him, The rest, ambitious who should rule and sway, After his death were so made all away, My Lord was vnlikely, Now the hope, Of Italy lyes in your reuerend yeares? Your hayre, will make the siluer age agen, When there was fewer but more honest men, The burdens weighty and will presse age downe, May I so rule that heauen nay keepe the crowne, The rape of your good Lady has beene quited, With death on death. Iust is the Lawe aboue It was , I not hard of the like, Twas all donne for the best my Lord, All for your graces good we may be bould to speake it now, Twas some-what witty carried tho we say it. Twas we two murdred him, You two? None else ifaith my Lord nay twas well managde, Lay hands vpon those villaines. How? on vs? Beare 'em two speedy execution, Heart wast not for your good my Lord? My good away with 'em such an ould man as he, You that would murder him would murder me, It come about; Sfoote brother you begun, May not we set as well as the Dukes sonne, Thou hast no conscience, are we not reuengde? Is there one enemy left aliue amongst those? Tis time to die, when we are our selues our foes. When murders shut deeds closse, this curse does seale 'em, If none disclose' em they them selues reueale 'em! This murder might haue slept in tonglesse brasse, But for our selues, and the world dyed an asse; Now I remember too, here was Piato. Brought forth a knauish sentance once, no doubt (said he) but time Will make the murderer bring forth himselfe? Tis well he died, he was a witch, And now my Lord, since we are in for euer: This worke was ours which else might haue beene slipt, And if we list we could haue Nobles clipt, And go for beggers, but we hate we haue ynough, Mother turn'd our Sister true, after a nest of How subtilly was that murder elosde, beare vp, These tragick bodies, tis a heauy season: their bloud may wash away all treason.