If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 21 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
No sir, and will you now my reason have? A woman's is an insatiate grave. Wherein he's damned that lies buried. On, on, away. Brave battles I fight you, but i'll win the day. I heard the story, tell't not o'er again, 'twere cruelty to wound men, being half slain. 'tis cruelty too much, and too much shame That one of your high birth, youth, beauty, name, And virtues shining bright, should hence be sent (Like some offender into banishment) Abused by a King, and his luxurious train, Of parasites, knaves, & fools, (a kingdoms bane,) For them, by him not card for; you came not so, But as his bride, his Queen, and bedfellow. And yet am neither, from my father's court Came I (being sued by Princes too) for this? To see him, his subjects scorn, and myself his? Once thought I that his love had been (as fate) unmovable; and be't now turned to hate? Yes, yes, he's wavering as the running stream, And far more idle than a madman's dream. Send to the duke your father, let him enforce Your plighted marriage. Worse than a divorce No: to his eyes since hateful I am grown, I'll leave his Court and him, and die unknown. All runs I see to ruin. If he pursue, These godless courses, best we leave him too, That land to itself must a quick downfall bring, Whose King has lost all, but the name of King. Get thee to bed thou foolish man and sleep. How? Sleep? no sir no, I am turned a tyrant and cannot sleep: I stand sentinel perdu, and somebody dies if I sleep, I am possessed with the devil and cannot sleep. What devil possesses thee? The fencer's devil▪ a fighting devil; Rush has committed a murder upon my body, and his carcase shall answer it; the cock of my revenge is up. Murder! what murder? He has taken away my good name, which is flat manslaughter, and half hanged me, which is as much as murder, he told the Lord Prior and you that I was kissing a wench: It's a lie, I give him the lie, and he shall fight with me at single pistol against my caliver, do I look like a whoremonger? when have you seen a wencher thus Diary as I am: Rush thou diest for this treason against my members concupiscentiality. Thou wilt not kill him, wilt thou? No, but I'll make him know what 'tis to boil a cook in's own grease. I am scalding hot; I am charged with fury, I carry a heartburning within me. I kiss a whore? I shall have boys cry out to me, now who kissed Mary? No Rush, Scumbroth shall give thee sugar pellets to eat, I will not be danced upon. Let me persuade thy peace of mind tonight, Get thee to rest, if Rush have thee belied, Rejoice, by wrongs to have thy patience tried. He shall forgiveness ask thee.
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No sir, and will you now my reason haue? A womans is an insatiate graue. Wherein hee's dambd that lyes buried. On, on, away. Braue battailes I fight you, but ile win the day▪ I heard the storie, tell't not or'e againe, Twere crueltie to wound men, being halfe slaine. Tis crueltie too much, and too much shame That one of your high birth, youth, beautie, name, And vertues shining bright, should hence be sent (Like some offender into banishment) Abusde by a King, and his luxurious traine, Of parasites, knaues, & fooles, (a kingdomes bane,) For them, by him not carde for; you came not so, But as his bride, his Queene, and bedfellow. And yet am neither, frō my fathers court Came I (being sude by Princes too) for this? To see him, his subiects scorne, and my selfe his? Once thought I that his loue had bin (as fate) Vnmoueable; and st now turn'd to hate? Yes, yes, hees wauering as the running streame, And far more ydle than a mad-mans dreame. Sēd to the duke your father, let him inforce Your plighted mariage. Worse than a diuore No: to his eyes since hatefull I am growne, Ile leaue his Court and him, and dye vnknowne. All runnes I see to ruine. If he persue, These godles courses, best we leaue him too, That land to it selfe must a quick downefull bring, Whose King has lost all, but the name of King. Get thee to bed thou foolish man and sleepe. How? Sleepe? no sir no, I am turnd a tyrant and cannot sleepe: I stand centinell perdu, and somebody dyes if I sleepe, I am possest with the diull and cannot slepe. What duell possesses thee? The encers diuell▪ a fighting diuell; Rush has committed a murder vpon my body, and his carcas shall answere it; the cock of my reuenge is vp. Murder! what murder? He has taken away my good name, which is flat manslughter, and halfe hangd me, which is as much as murder, he told the Lord Prior and you that I was kissing a wench: Its a lye, I giue him the lye, and he shall fight with me at single pistall against my caliuer, do I looke like a whormemonger? when haue you seene a wencher thus iary as I am: Rush thou diest for this treason against my members concupiscentiallitie. Thou wut not kill him, wut thou? No, but Ile make him know what tis to boile a cooke in's owne grease. I am scalding hot; I am chargd with urie, I carie a heart-burning within me. I kisse a whore? I shall haue boyes cry out to me, now who kis Mary? No Rush, Scumbroth shall giue thee suger pellets to eate, I will not be danc'de vpon. Let me perswade thy peace of minde to night, Get thee to rest, if Rush haue thee belide, Reioyce, by wrongs to haue thy patiencee tride. He shall forgiuenes aske thee.