Jonson, Ben · published 1609 · first performed or written 1597 [1597-1598; interpolations later] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.72 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
monsieur Gasper (I take it so is your name) misprize me not, I will trample on the heart, on the soul of him that shall say, I will wrong you: what I purpose, you cannot now know; but you shall know, and doubt not to your contentment. Lord Chamount, I will leave you, whilst I go in and present myself to the honourable Count, till my regression so please you, your noble feet may measure this private, pleasant and most princely walk, Soldiers regard them and respect them. O Ver bon: excellenta gull, he tak'a my Lord Chamount for monsieur Gaspra, & monsieur Gaspra for my Lord Chamont, o dis be brave for make a me laugh'a, ha, ha, ha, o my heart tickla. ay but your Lordship knows not what hard fate Might have pursued us, therefore howsoe'er The changing of our names was necessary And we must now be careful to maintain This error strongly, which our own device, Hath thrust into their ignorant conceits, For should we (on the taste of this good fortune) Appear ourselves, 'twould both create in them A kind of jealousy, and perchance invert Those honourable courses they intend. True my dear Gasper: but this hang by here, Will (at one time or other) on my soul Discover us: A secret in his mouth Is like a wild bird put into a cage, Whose door no sooner opens, but 'tis out. But sirrah, if I may but know Thou utterst it Vtteria? vat monsieur? That he is Gasper, and I true Chamont. O pardon moy, fore my tongue shall put out de secreta, Shall breed de cankra in my mouth. Speak not so loud Pacue. Foe, you shall not hear fool, for all your long ear, regard monsieur: you be de Chamont, Chamont be Gaspra. Peace, here comes Maximilian. O belike that's the Count Ferneze, that old man. Are those his daughters, trow? I sure, I think they are. Fore God the taller is a gallant Lady. So are they both believe me. True my honourable Lord, that Chamont was the father of this man. O that may be, for when I lost my son, This was but young it seems. Faith had Camillo lived, He had been much about his years, my Lord. He had indeed, well, speak no more of him. signor perceive you the error? 'twas no good office in us to stretch the remembrance of so dear a loss. Count Ferneze, let summer sit in your eye, look cheerfully sweet Count, will you do me the honour to confine this noble spirit within the circle of your arms? Honoured Chamont reach me your valiant hand, I could have wished some happier accident Had made the way unto this mutual knowledge, Which either of us now must take of other, But sure it is the pleasure of our fates, That we should thus be wracked on Fortune's wheel, Let us prepare with steeled patience To tread on torment, and with minds confirmed Welcome the worst of envy.
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Mounſieur Gaſper (I take it ſo is your name) miſpriſe me not, I wil trample on the hart, on the ſoule of him that ſhall ſay, I will wrong you: what I purpoſe, you cannot now know; but you ſhall know, and doubt not to your contentment. Lord Chamount, I will leaue you, whileſt I go in and preſent my ſelfe to the honorable Count, till my regreſſion ſo pleaſe you, your noble feete may meaſure this priuate, pleaſant and moſt princely walke, Souldiers regard them and reſpect them. O Ver bon: excellenta gull, he tak'a my Lord Chamoun for Mounſieur Gaſpra, & Mounſieur Gaſpra for my Lord Chamont, ô dis be braue for make a me laugh'a, ha, ha, ha, ô my heart tickla. I but your Lordſhip knowes not what hard fate Might haue purſued vs, therefore howſoere The changing of our names was neceſſary And we muſt now be carefull to maintaine This error ſtrongly, which our owne deuiſe, Hath thruſt into their ignorant conceits, For ſhould we (on the taſte of this good fortune) Appeare our ſelues, t'would both create in them A kinde of iealouſie, and perchaunce inuert Thoſe honourable courſes they intend. True my deere Gaſper: but this hang by here, Will (at one time or other) on my ſoule Diſcouer vs: A ſecret in his mouth Is like a wild bird put into a cage, Whoſe doore no ſooner opens, but tis out. But ſirra, if I may but know Thou vtterſt it Vtteria? vat Mounſieur? That he is Gaſper, and I true Chamont. O pardone moy, fore my tongue ſhall put out de ſecreta, Shall breede de cankra in my mouth. Speake not ſo loud Pacue. Foe, you ſhall not heare foole, for all your long eare, Reguard Mounſieur: you be de Chamont, Chamont be Gaſpra. Peace, here comes Maximilian. O belike that's the Count Ferneze, that old man. Are thoſe his daughters, trow? I ſure, I thinke they are. Fore God the taller is a gallant Lady. So are they both beleeue me. True my honorable Lord, that Chamont was the father of this man. O that may be, for when I loſt my ſonne, This was but yong it ſeemes. Faith had Camillo liued, He had beene much about his yeares, my Lord. He had indeed, well, ſpeake no more of him. Signior perceiue you the errour? twas no good office in vs to ſtretch the remembrance of ſo deere a loſſe. Count Ferneze, let ſommer ſit in your eye, looke cheerefully ſweete Count, will you do me the honour to confine this noble ſpirit within the circle of your armes? Honor'd Chamont reach me your valiant hand, I could haue wiſht ſome happier accident Had made the way vnto this mutuall knowledge, Which either of vs now muſt take of other, But ſure it is the pleaſure of our fates, That we ſhould thus be wrack't on Fortunes wheele, Let vs prepare with ſteeled patience To tread on torment, and with mindes confirm'd Welcome the worſt of enuy.