The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 10 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 0.85 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Ha, without their ransom, How then will you reward your soldiers That took those prisoners for you. Thus my Lord, I'll marry them to all the wealthy widows That falls that year. Why then the next year following You'll have no men to go with you to war. Why then I'll press the women to the war, And then the men will follow. Witty Prince. See a good habit makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast: Come you and I are friends. Most wishedly, Like bones which broke in sunder and well set Knit the more strongly. Call Camillo hither You have received the rumor, how Count Lodowick Is turned a pirate. Yes. We are now preparing, Some ships to fetch him in: behold your Duchess, we now will leave you and expect from you Nothing but kind entreaty. You have charmed me. You are in health we see. And above health To see my Lord well, So I wonder much, What amorous whirlwind hurried you to Rome Devotion my Lord. Devotion? Is your soul charged with any grievous sin 'Tis burdened with too many, and I think The oftener that we cast our reckonings up, Our sleeps will be the sounder. Take your chamber? Nay my dear Lord I will not have you angry, Doth not my absence from you two months, Merit one kiss? I do not use to kiss, If that will dispossess your jealousy, I'll swear it to you. O my loved Lord, I do not come to chide; my jealousy, I am to learn what that Italian means, You are as welcome to these longing arms, As I to you a Virgin. O your breath, Out upon sweet meats, and continued Physic. The plague is in them. You have oft for these two lips Neglected Cassia or the natural sweets Of the Spring-violet, they are not yet much withered, My Lord I should be merry, these your frowns Show in a Helmet, lovely but on me, In such a peaceful interview methinks They are to too roughly knit. O dissemblance. Do you bandy factions 'gainst me? have you learned, The trick of impudent baseness to complain Unto your kindred? Never my dear Lord. Must I be haunted out, or waste your trick To meet some amorous gallant here in Rome That must supply our discontinuance? I pray sir burst my heart, and in my death Turn to your ancient pity, though not love. Because your brother is the corpulent Duke, That is the great Duke, 'Sdeath I shall not shortly racket away five hundredth Crowns at Tennis, But it shall rest upon record: I scorn him Like a shaved pollack, all his reverent wit Lies in his wardrobe, he's a discreet fellow When he's made up in his robes of state, Your brother the great Duke, because h'as galleys, And now and then ransacks a Turkish flyboat, (Now all the hellish furies take his soul,) First made this match, accursed be the Priest That sang the wedding Mass, and even my Issue.
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Ha, without thier ransome, How then will you reward your souldiers That tooke those prisoners for you. Thus my Lord, I'le marry them to all the wealthy widowes That fals that yeare. Why then the next yeare following You'le haue no men to go with you to warre. Why then I'le presse the women to the war, And then the men will follow. Witty Prince. See a good habite makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast: Come you and I are friends. Most wishedly, Like bones which broke in sunder and well set Knit the more strongly. Call Camillo hither You haue receiued the rumor, how Count Lodowicke Is turn'd a Pyrate. Yes. We are now preparing, Some shippes to fetch him in: behold your Dutchesse, Wee now will leaue you and expect from you Nothing but kind intreaty. You haue charm'd mee. You are in health we see. And aboue health To see my Lord well, So I wonder much, What amorous whirlewind hurryed you to Rome Deuotion my Lord. Deuotion? Is your soule charg'd with any grieuous sinne 'Tis burdened with too many, and I thinke The oftner that we cast our reckonings vp, Our sleepes will be the sounder. Take your chamber? Nay my deere Lord I will not haue you angry, Doth not my absence from you two moneths, Merit one kisse? I do not vse to kisse, If that will dispossesse your iealousy, I'le sweare it to you. O my loued Lord, I do not come to chide; my iealousy, I am to learne what that Italian meanes, You are as welcome to these longing armes, As I to you a Virgine. O your breath, Out vpon sweete meates, and continued Physicke. The plague is in them. You haue oft for these two lippes Neglected Cassia or the naturall sweetes Of the Spring-violet, they are not yet much whithered, My Lord I should be merry, these your frownes Shew in a Helmet, louely but on me, In such a peacefull enterueiw me thinkes They are to too roughly knit. O dissemblance. Do you bandy factions gainst me? haue you learn't, The trick of impudent basenes to complaine Vnto your kindred? Neuer my deere Lord. Must I be haunted out, or wast your trick To meete some amorous gallant heere in Rome That must supply our discontinuance? I pray sir burst my heart, and in my death Turne to your antient pitty, though not loue. Because your brother is the corpulent Duke, That is the great Duke, S'death I shall not shortly Rackit away fiue hundreth Crownes at Tenis, But it shall rest vpon record: I scorne him Like a shau'd Pollake, all his reuerent wit Lies in his wardrope, hee's a discret fellow When hee's made vp in his roabes of state, Your brother the great Duke, because h'as gallies, And now and then ransackes a Turkish flye-boate, (Now all the hellish furies take his soule,) First made this match, accursed be the Priest That sang the wedding Masse, and euen my Issue.