The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 11 of 49
Webster, John · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Winter 1612-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
O to too far you have cursed. Your hand I'll kiss, This is the latest ceremony of my love, Henceforth I'll never lie with thee, by this, This wedding-ring: I'll ne'ermore lie with thee. And this divorce shall be as truly kept, As if the judge had doomed it: fare you well, Our sleeps are severed. Forbid it the sweet union Of all things blessed; why the Saints in heaven Will knit their brows at that. Let not thy love, Make thee an unbeliever, this my vow, Shall never on my soul be satisfied With my repentance: let thy brother rage Beyond a horrid tempest or sea-fight, My vow is fixed. O my winding sheet, Now shall I need thee shortly, dear my Lord, Let me hear once more, what I would not hear, Never. Never? O my unkind Lord may your sins find mercy, As I upon a woeful widowed bed, Shall pray for you, if not to turn your eyes, Upon your wretched wife, and hopeful son, Yet that in time you'll fix them upon heaven. No more, go, go, complain to the great Duke. No my dear Lord, you shall have present witness, How I'll work peace between you, I will make myself the author of your cursed vow I have some cause to do it, you have none, Conceal it I beseech you, for the weal Of both your Dukedoms, that you wrought the means Of such a separation, let the fault Remain with my supposed jealousy, And think with what a piteous and rent hear, I shall perform this sad ensuing part. Well, take your course my honourable brother. Sister, this is not well my Lord, why sister, She merits not this welcome. Welcome say? She hath given a sharp welcome. Are you foolish? Come dry your tears, is this a modest course. To better what is nought, to rail and weep, Grow to a reconcilement, or by heaven, I'll near more deal between you. Sir you shall not, No though Vittoria upon that condition Would become honest. Was your husband loud. Since we departed. By my life sir no, I swear by that I do not care to lose. Are all these ruins of my former beauty, Laid out for a whore's triumph? Do you hear Look upon other women, with what patience They suffer these slight wrongs, with what justice They study to requite them, take that course. O that I were a man, or that I had power To execute my apprehended wishes, I would whip some with scorpions. What? turned fury? To dig the strumpet's eyes out, let her lie Some twenty months a dying, to cut off Her nose and lips, pull out her rotten teeth, Preserve her flesh like Mummia, for trophies Of my just anger: Hell to my affliction Is mere snow-water, by your favour sir, Brother draw near, and my Lord Cardinal, Sir let me borrow of you but one kiss, Henceforth I'll never lie with you, by this, This wedding ring.
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O to too far you haue curst. Your hand I'le kisse, This is the latest ceremony of my loue, Hence-forth I'le neuer lye with thee, by this, This wedding-ring: I'le ne'remore lye with thee. And this diuorce shall be as truely kept, As if the Iudge had doom'd it: fare you well, Our sleeps are seuer'd. Forbid it the sweet vnion Of all things blessed; why the Saints in heauen Will knit their browes at that. Let not thy loue, Make thee an vnbeleeuer, this my vow, Shall neuer on my soule bee satisfied With my repentance: let thy brother rage Beyond a horred tempest or sea-fight, My vow is fixed. O my winding sheet, Now shall I need thee shortly, deere my Lord, Let me heare once more, what I would not heare, Neuer. Neuer? O my vnkind Lord may your sins find mercy, As I vpon a woefull widowed bed, Shall pray for you, if not to turne your eyes, Vpon your wretched wife, and hopefull sonne, Yet that in time you'le fix them vpon heauen. No more, go, go, complaine to the great Duke. No my deere Lord, you shall haue present witnesse, How I'le worke peace betweene you, I will make My selfe the author of your cursed vow I haue some cause to do it, you haue none, Conceale it I beseech you, for the weale Of both your Dukedomes, that you wrought the meanes Of such a separation, let the fault Remaine with my supposed iealousy, And thinke with what a pitteous and rent hear, I shall performe this sad insuing part. Well, take your course my honourable brother. Sister, this is not well my Lord, why sister, She merits not this welcome. Welcome say? Shee hath giuen a sharpe welcome. Are you foolish? Come dry your teares, is this a modest course. To better what is nought, to raile and weepe, Grow to a reconcilement, or by heauen, I'le nere more deale betweene you. Sir you shall not, No though Uittoria vpon that condition Would become honest. Was your husband loud. Since we departed. By my life sir no, I sweare by that I do not care to loose. Are all these ruines of my former beauty, Laid out for a whores triumph? Do you heare Looke vpon other women, with what patience They suffer these slight wrongs, with what iustice They study to requite them, take that course. O that I were a man, or that I had power To execute my apprehended wishes, I would whip some with scorpions. What? turn'd fury? To dig the strumpets eyes out, let her lye Some twenty monethes a dying, to cut off Her nose and lippes, pull out her rotten teeth, Preserue her flesh like Mummia, for trophies Of my iust anger: Hell to my affliction Is meere snow-water, by your fauour sir, Brother draw neere, and my Lord Cardinall, Sir let me borrow of you but one kisse, Hence-forth I'le neuer lye with you, by this, This wedding ring.