The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 6 of 49
Webster, John · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Winter 1612-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.73 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Most wishedly. A foolish idle dream, methought I walked about the mid of night, Into a Churchyard, where a goodly yew Tree Spread her large root in ground, under that yew, As I sat sadly leaning on a grave, Chequered with cross-sticks, their came stealing in Your Duchess and my husband, one of them A pickax bore, th'other a Rusty spade, And in rough terms they 'gan to challenge me, About this Eu. That Tree. This harmless Eu: They told me my intent was to root up That well-grown yew, and plant i'th' steed of it A withered blackthorn, and for that they vowed To bury me alive: my husband straight With pickax 'gan to dig, and your fell Duchess With shovel, like a fury, voided out The earth & scattered bones, Lord how methought I trembled, and yet for all this terror I could not pray. No the devil was in your dream. When to my rescue there arose methought A whirlwind, which let fall a massy arm From that strong plant, And both were struck dead by that sacred yew In that base shallow grave that was their due. Excellent Devil. She hath taught him in a dream To make away his Duchess and her husband. Sweetly shall I interpret this your dream, You are lodged within his arms who shall protect you, From all the fevers of a jealous husband, From the poor envy of our phlegmatic Duchess, I'll seat you above law and above scandal, Give to your thoughts the invention of delight And the fruition, nor shall government Divide me from you longer than a care To keep you great: you shall to me at once, Be Dukedom, health, wife, children, friends and all. Woe to light hearts they still forerun our fall. What fury raised thee up? away, away What make you hear my Lord this dead of night? Never dropped mildew on a flower here, tell now. I pray will you go to bed then, lest you be blasted. O that this fair garden, Had all poisoned herbs of Thessaly, At first been planted, made a nursery For witchcraft; rather a burial plot, For both your Honours. Dearest mother hear me. O thou dost make my brow bend to the earth, Sooner than nature, see the curse of children In life they keep us frequently in tears, And in the cold grave leaves us in pale fears. Come, come, I will not hear you. Dear my Lord. Where is thy Duchess now adulterous Duke? Thou little dreamtst this night she is come to Rome. How? come to Rome, The Duchess, She had been better, The lives of Princes should like dials move, Whose regular example is so strong, They make the times by them go right or wrong. So, have you done? Unfortunate Camillo. I do protest if any chaste denial, If any thing but blood could have allayed, His long suit to me.
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Most wishedly. A foolish idle dreame, Me thought I walkt about the mid of night, Into a Church-yard, where a goodly Eu Tree Spred her large roote in ground, vnder that Eu, As I sat sadly leaning on a graue, Checkered with crosse-sticks, their came stealing in Your Dutchesse and my husband, one of them A picax bore, th'other a Rusty spade, And in rough termes they gan to challenge me, About this Eu. That Tree. This harmelesse Eu: They told me my entent was to root vp That well-growne Eu, and plant i'th steed of it A withered blacke-thorne, and for that they vow'd To bury me aliue: my husband straight With picax gan to dig, and your fell Dutchesse With shouell, like a fury, voyded out The earth & scattered bones, Lord how me thought I trembled, and yet for all this terror I could not pray. No the diuell was in your dreame. When to my rescue there arose me thought A whirlewind, which let fall a massy arme From that strong plant, And both were strucke dead by that sacred Eu In that base shallow graue that was their due. Excellent Diuell. Shee hath taught him in a dreame To make away his Dutchesse and her husband. Sweetly shall I enterpret this your dreame, You are lodged within his armes who shall protect you, From all the feauers of a iealous husband, From the poore enuy of our flegmaticke Dutchesse, I'le seate you aboue law and aboue scandall, Giue to your thoughts the inuention of delight And the fruition, nor shall gouernment Diuide me from you longer then a care To keepe you great: you shall to me at once, Be Dukedome, health, wife, children, friends and all. Woe to light hearts they still forerun our fall. What fury rais'd thee vp? away, away What make you heare my Lord this dead of night? Neuer dropt meldew on a flower here, tell now. I pray will you go to bed then, Least you be blasted. O that this faire garden, Had all poysoned hearbes of Thessaly, At first bene planted, made a nursery For witch-craft; rather a buriall plot, For both your Honours. Dearest mother heare me. O thou dost make my brow bend to the earth, Sooner then nature, see the curse of children In life they keepe vs freqeuently in teares, And in the cold graue leaues vs in pale feares. Come, come, I will not heare you. Deere my Lord. Where is thy Dutchesse now adulterous Duke? Thou little dreamd'st this night shee is come to Rome. How? come to Rome, The Dutchesse, She had bene better, The liues of Princes should like dyals moue, Whose regular example is so strong, They make the times by them go right or wrong. So, haue you done? Vnfortunate Camillo. I do protest if any chast deniall, If any thing but bloud could haue alayed, His long suite to me.