The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 8 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 0.86 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Lord uncle you did promise me a horse And armour. That I did my pretty cossin, Marcello see it fitted. My Lord the Duke is here. Sister away you must not yet be seen. I do beseech you entreat him mildly, Let not your rough tongue Set us at louder variance, all my wrongs Are freely pardoned, and I do not doubt As men to try the precious unicorns horn Make of the powder a preservative Circle And in it put a spider, so these arms Shall charm his poison, force it to obeying And keep him chaste from an infected straying I wish it may. Be gone. Void the chamber, You are welcome, will you sit, I pray my Lord be you my Orator, my hearts too full, I'll second you anon. ere I begin Let me entreat your grace forego all passion Which may be raised by my free discourse: As silent as i'th' Church you may proceed. It is a wonder to your noble friends, That you have as 'twere entered the world, With a free Sceptre in your able hand, And have to th'use of nature well applied High gifts of learning, should in your prime-age Neglect your awful throne, for the soft down Of an insatiate bed. oh my Lord, The Drunkard after all his lavish cups, Is dry, and then is sober, so at length, When you awake from this lascivious dream, Repentance then will follow; like the sting Placed in the adder's tail: wretched are Princes When fortune blasteth but a petty flower Of their unwieldy crowns; or ravisheth But one pearl from their Sceptre: but alas! When they to wilful shipwreck lose good Fame All Princely titles perish with their name. You have said my Lord, Enough to give you taste How far I am from flattering your greatness? Now you that are his second, what say you? Do not like young hawks fetch a course about Your game flies fair and for you, Do not fear it: I'll answer you in your own hawking phrase, Some Eagles that should gaze upon the Sun Seldom soar high, but take their lustful ease, Since they from dunghill birds their pery can cease, You know Vittoria, Yes. You shift your shirt there When you retire from Tennis. Happily. Her husband is Lord of a poor fortune Yet she wears cloth of Tissue, What of this? Will you urge that my good Lord Cardinal As part of her confession at next Shrift, And know from whence it sails. She is your Strumpet, uncivil sir there's Hemlock in thy breath And that black slander, were she a whore of mine All thy loud Cannons, and thy borrowed Switzers Thy Galleys, nor thy sworn confederates, Durst not supplant her. Let's not talk on thunder, Thou hast a wife, our sister, would I had given Both her whitehands to death, bound and locked fast In her last winding sheer, when I gave thee But one. Thou hadst given a soul to God then.
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Lord vnkle you did promise mee a horse And armour. That I did my pretty cossin, Marcello see it fitted. My Lord the Duke is here. Sister away you must not yet bee seene. I do beseech you intreate him mildely, Let not your rough tongue Set vs at louder variance, all my wrongs Are freely pardoned, and I do not doubt As men to try the precious Vnicornes horne Make of the powder a preseruatiue Circle And in it put a spider, so these armes Shall charme his poyson, force it to obeying And keepe him chast from an infected straying I wish it may. Be gone. Void the chamber, You are welcome, will you sit, I pray my Lord Bee you my Orator, my hearts too full, I'le second you anon. E're I beginne Let me entreat your grace forgo all passion Which may be raised by my free discourse: As silent as i'th Church you may proceed. It is a wonder to your noble friends, That you haue as 'twere entred the world, With a free Scepter in your able hand, And haue to th'use of nature well applyed High gifts of learning, should in your prime-age Neglect your awfull throne, for the soft downe Of an insatiate bed. oh my Lord, The Drunkard after all his lauish cuppes, Is dry, and then is sober, so at length, When you awake from this lasciuious dreame, Repentance then will follow; like the sting Plac't in the Adders tayle: wretched are Princes When fortune blasteth but a petty flower Of their vnweldy crownes; or rauesheth But one pearle from their Scepter: but alas! When they to wilfull shipwrake loose good Fame All Princely titles perish with their name. You haue said my Lord, Inough to giue you tast How farre I am from flattering your greatnesse? Now you that are his second, what say you? Do not like yong hawkes fetch a course about Your game flies faire and for you, Do not feare it: I'le answere you in your owne hawking phrase, Some Eagles that should gaze vpon the Sunne Seldome soare high, but take their lustfull ease, Since they from dunghill birds their pery can ceaze, You know Uittoria, Yes. You shift your shirt there When you retire from Tennis. Happely. Her husband is Lord of a poore fortune Yet she wears cloth of Tissue, What of this? Will you vrge that my good Lord Cardinall As part of her confession at next Shrift, And know from whence it sailes. She is your Strumpet, Vnciuill sir ther's Hemlocke in thy breath And that blacke slander, were she a whore of mine All thy loud Cannons, and thy borrowed Switzers Thy Gallies, nor thy sworne confederates, Durst not supplant her. Let's not talke on thunder, Thou hast a wife, our sister, would I had giuen Both her whitehands to death, bound and lockt fast In her last winding sheere, when I gaue thee But one. Thou hadst giuen a soule to God then.