Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.84 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
And if you think I lie, Ask Lurdo, his damned tongue will answer I. Had he a hand in't? No, I will demur. Revenge it Duke, be a true justicer. He gave the poison. And you laid the plot Knit up two villains in one riding knot. What quillet now? At non plus. Senseless, mute? Silence cries guilty, a lets fall the suit. Our sentence guilty, Then be this your doom, You shall be closed alive in her dead tomb. Urge a reprieve: Our punishment defer, No, we must be an upright justicer; To the execution. Do, the world shall prove My heart's as bold to die as 'twas to love. by’r lady so is not mine, i'd give my goods, For a good habeas Corpus, to remove me Into another Country. Leave demurs, Close them into that grave, that dead man's Inn, Pity true virtue should be lodged with sin. Make room dear Madam, law this leave doth give To die by thee with whom I could not live, And wronged Countess though I hated thee, I come to take my latest sleep with thee. Kind thou art welcome, and shalt ever have, My arms thy winding sheet, my breast thy grave. Sister? Aunt? Madam? My much wronged wife? justice great Duke, give me my husband's life, Both his and his, if your demand be why, See she survives for whose death they should die. Alive. Unblemished. 'Sblood I gave her poison. I could tell your honour a tale in your ear to the contrary, I must needs say your will was good, but my father being your drug-seller, instead of a deadly poison, gave you a sleepy potion, do you remember the Echo at the tomb? though I played the knave with you, I did like an honest man with her. Thou did indeed, and i'll requite thee well. How now Uncle? what think you of Scholarship now? As of the law, good as it may be used, But to my wife. Brother, i'll speak your part, Receive her, love, and lodge her in your heart. Nocte dieque. What shall I do then? justice shall merce thee, and by our command We banish thee the Court, though not our Land, Your course is virtuous, let your honour grow Till age hath clothed you in a rob of snow. Lastly, thy merit is not trivial, That turned to mirth a Scene so tragical. Who would have thought, such strange events should fall Into a course so smooth and comical? Who would have thought such treachery could rest, In such a smooth and virtuous seeming breast? Who would have thought a bud of this young growth, Should out of present wit o'erreach us both? And to conclude, who would have thought the ear Of your mild patience would so gently bear With these our weak deserts? which if they please you ought 'tis less than we desire, more than we thought.
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And if you thinke I lye, Aske Lurdo, his damb'd tongue will anſwere I. Had he a hand in't? No, I will demurre. Reuenge it Duke, be a true Iuſticer. He gaue the poiſon. And you laide the plot Knit vp two villaines in one riding knot. What quillet now? At non plus. Senceles, mute? Silence cries guiltie, a lets fal the ſuite. Our ſentence guiltie, Then be this your doome, You ſhall be cloſ'de aline in her dead tombe. Vrge a reprieue: Our puniſhment defer, No, we muſt be an vpright Iuſticer; To the execution. Doe, the world ſhal proue My heart's as bolde to die as twa's to loue. Birlady ſo is not mine, ide giue my goods, For a good habous Corpus, to remoue me Into another Countrie. Leaue demurrs, Cloſe them into that graue, that dead mans Inne, Pitie true vertue ſhould be lodg'd with ſinne. Make roome deare Madam, law this leaue dothgiue To die by thee with whome I could not liue, And wronged Counteſſe though I hated thee, I come to take my lateſt ſleepe with thee. Kind thou art welcome, and ſhalt euer haue, My armes thy winding ſheete, my breſt thy graue. Siſter? Aunt? Madam? My much wronged wife? Iuſtice great Duke, giue me my husbands life, Both his and his, if your demaund be why, See ſhe ſurniues for whoſe death they ſhould die. Aliue. Vnblemiſh't. S'blood I gaue her poiſon. I could tell your honour a tale in your eare to the contratie, I muſt needes ſay your wil was good, but my father being your drug-ſeller, inſtead of a deadly poiſon, gaue you a ſleepie potion, doe you remember the Ecco at the tomb? though I plaid the knaue with you, I did like an honeſt man with her. Thou did ſtiudeede, and ile requite thee well. How now Vncle? what thinke you of Schollerſhip now? As of the law, good as it may be vſd, But to my wife. Brother, ile ſpeake your part, Receiue her, loue, and lodge her in your heart. Nocte die que . What ſhall I doe then? Iuſtice ſhall merce thee, and by our commaund We baniſh thee the Court, though not our Land, Your courſe is vertuous, let your honour growe Till age hath cloath'd you in a robe of ſnow. Laſtly, thy merrit is not triuiall, That turnd to mirth a Sceane ſo tragicall. Who would haue thought, ſuch ſtrange euents ſhould fall Into a courſe ſo ſmooth and comicall? Who would haue thought ſuch treachery could reſt, In ſuch a ſmoothe and vertuous ſeeming breſt? Who would haue thought a bud of this yong growth, Should out of preſent wit ore-reach vs both? And to conclude, who would haue thought the eare Of your milde patience would ſo gently beare With theſe our weake deſerts? which if they pleaſe you ought Tis leſſe then we deſire, more then we thought.