The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 9 of 49
Webster, John · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Winter 1612-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 506 words
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True, Thy ghostly father with als absolution, Shall ne'er do so by thee. Spit thy poison, I shall not need, lust carries her sharp whip At her own girdle, look to't for our anger Is making thunderbolts. Thunder? in faith, They are but crackers. we'll end this with the Cannon. Thou'lt get nought by it but iron in thy wounds, And gunpowder in thy nostrils. Better that Then change perfumes for plasters, Pity on thee, 'Twere good you'd show your slaves or men condemned Your new ploughed forehead defiance, and I'll meet thee, Even in a thicket of thy ablest men. My Lords, you shall not word it any further Without a milder limit. Willingly. Have you proclaimed a Triumph that you bait a Lion thus. My Lord. I am tame, I am tame sir. We send, unto the Duke for conference 'bout levies 'gainst the Pirates, my Lord Duke Is not at home, we come ourself in person, Still my Lord Duke is busied, but we fear When Tiber to each proling passenger Discovers flocks of wild-ducks, than my Lord 'Bout moulting time, I mean we shall be certain To find you sure enough and speak with you. Ha? A mere tale of a tub, my words are idle, But to express the Sonnet by natural reason, When Stags grow melancholic you'll find the season No more my Lord, hear comes a Champion, Shall end the difference between you both, Your son the Prince Giovanni, see my Lords What hopes you store in him, this is a casket For both your Crowns, & should be held like dear: Now is he apt for knowledge, therefore know It is a more direct and even way To train to virtue those of Princely blood, By examples then by precepts: if by examples Whom should he rather strive to imitate Then his own father: be his pattern then, Leave him a stock of virtue that may last, Should fortune rend his sails, and split his mast. Your hand boy growing to soldier. Give me a pike. What practising your pike so young, fair cous. Suppose me one of Homer's frogs, my Lord, Tossing my bulrush thus, pray sir tell me Might not a child of good discretion Be leader to an army: Yes cousin a young Prince Of good discretion might. Say you so, Indeed I have heard 'tis fit a General Should not endanger his own person oft, So that he make a noise, when he's a horseback Like a dansk drummer, o 'tis excellent. He need not fight, methinks his horse as well Might lead an army for him; if I live I'll charge the French foe, in the very front Of all my troops, the foremost man. What, what, And will not bid my Soldiers up and follow But bid them follow me. Forward Lapwing. He flies with the shell on's head. Pretty cousin, The first year uncle that I go to war, All prisoners that I take I will set free Without their ransom.
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True, Thy ghostly father with al's absolution, Shall ne're do so by thee. Spit thy poyson, I shall not need, lust carries her sharpe whippe At her owne girdle, looke to't for our anger Is making thunder-bolts. Thunder? in faith, They are but crackers. Wee'le end this with the Cannon. Thou'lt get nought by it but iron in thy wounds, And gunpowder in thy nostrels. Better that Then change perfumes for plaisters, Pitty on thee, 'Twere good you'ld shew your slaues or men condemn'd Your new plow'd fore-head defiance, and I'le meete thee, Even in a thicket of thy ablest men. My Lords, you shall not word it any further Without a milder limit. Willingly. Haue you proclaimed a Triumph that you baite a Lyon thus. My Lord. I am tame, I am tame sir. We send, vnto the Duke for conference Bout leauyes' gainst the Pyrates, my Lord Duke Is not at home, we come our selfe in person, Still my Lord Duke is busied, but we feare When Tyber to each proling passenger Discouers flockes of wild-duckes, then my Lord 'Bout moulting time, I meane wee shall be certaine To finde you sure enough and speake with you. Ha? A meere tale of a tub, my wordes are idle, But to expresse the Sonnet by naturall reason, When Stagges grow melancholike you'le finde the season No more my Lord, heare comes a Champion, Shall end the difference betweene you both, Your sonne the Prince Giouanni, see my Lords What hopes you store in him, this is a casket For both your Crowns, & should be held like deere: Now is he apt for knowledge, therefore know It is a more direct and euen way To traine to vertue those of Princely bloud, By examples then by precepts: if by examples Whom should he rather striue to imitate Then his owne father: be his patterne then, Leaue him a stocke of vertue that may last, Should fortune rend his sailes, and split his mast. Your hand boy growing to souldier. Giue me a pike. What practising your pike so yong, faire cous. Suppose me one of Homers frogges, my Lord, Tossing my bul-rush thus, pray sir tell mee Might not a child of good descretion Be leader to an army: Yes cousin a yong Prince Of good descretion might. Say you so, Indeed I haue heard 'tis fit a Generall Should not endanger his owne person oft, So that he make a noyse, when hee's a horsebacke Like a danske drummer, ô 'tis excellent. Hee need not fight, me thinkes his horse as well Might lead an army for him; if I liue I'le charge the French foe, in the very front Of all my troupes, the formost man. What, what, And will not bid my Souldiers vp and follow But bid them follow me. Forward Lap-wing. He flies with the shell on's head. Pretty cousin, The first yeare vnkle that I go to warre, All prisoners that I take I will set free Without their ransome.