The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 20 of 49
Webster, John · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Winter 1612-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
He spent there in six months twelve thousand ducats, and to my acquaintance Received in dowry with you not one Iulio: 'Twas a hard pennyworth, the ware being so light, I yet but draw the curtain now to your picture, You came from thence a most notorious strumpet, And so you have continued. My Lord. Nay hear me, You shall have time to prate my Lord Brachiano, Alas I make but repetition, Of what is ordinary and Ryalto talk, And ballasted, and would be played a'th' stage, But that vice many times finds such loud friends. That Preachers are charmed silent. You Gentlemen Flamineo and Marcello, The Court hath nothing now to charge you with, Only you must remain upon your sureties, For your appearance. I stand for Marcello. And my Lord Duke for me. For you Vittoria, your public fault, joined toth' condition of the present time, Takes from you all the fruits of noble pity. Such a corrupted trial have you made Both of your life and beauty, and been styled No less in ominous fate then blazing stars To Princes. Hear your sentence, you are confined, Unto a house of convertites and your bawd. Who I? The Moore. O I am a sound man again. A house of convertites, what's that? A house of penitent whores. Do the Noblemen in Rome, Erect it for their wives, that I am sent To lodge there? You must have patience. I must first have vengeance. I fain would know if you have your salvation By patent, that you proceed thus. Away with her? Take her hence. A rape, a rape. How? Yes you have ravished justice, Forced her to do your pleasure. fie she's mad Die with these pills in your most cursed maws, Should bring you: health, or while you sit a'th' Bench, Let your own spital choke you. She's turned fury. That the last day of judgement may so find you, And leave you the same devil you were before, Instruct me some good horseleech to speak Treason, For since you cannot take my life for deeds, Take it for words, o woman's poor revenge Which dwells but in the tongue, I will not weep, No I do scorn to call up one poor tear To fawn one your injustice, bear me hence, Unto this house of what's your mitigating Title? Of convertites. It shall not be a house of convertites My mind shall make it honester to me Then the pope's Palace, and more peaceable Than thy soul, though thou art a Cardinal, Know this, and let it some what raise your spite, Through darkness Diamonds spread their richest light. Now you and I are friends sir, we'll shake hands, In a friend's grave, together, a fit place, Being the emblem of soft peace t'atone our hatred. Sir, what's the matter? I will not chase more blood from that loved check, You have lost too much already, fare-you-well. How strange these words sound? what's the interpretation?
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Hee spent there in sixe monthes Twelue thousand Dukets, and to my acquaintance Receiu'd in dowry with you not one Iulio: 'Twas a hard peny-worth, the ware being so light, I yet but draw the curtaine now to your picture, You came from thence a most notorious strumpet, And so you haue continued. My Lord. Nay heare me, You shall haue time to prate my Lord Brachiano, Alas I make but repetition, Of what is ordinary and Ryalto talke, And ballated, and would bee plaid a'th stage, But that vice many times findes such loud freinds. That Preachers are charm'd filent. You Gentlemen Flamineo and Marcello, The Court hath nothing now to charge you with, Onely you must remaine vpon your suerties, For your appearance. I stand for Marcello. And my Lord Duke for me. For you Vittoria, your publicke fault, Ioyn'd to'th condition of the present time, Takes from you all the fruits of noble pitty. Such a corrupted triall haue you made Both of your life and beauty, and bene stil'd No lesse in ominous fate then blasing starres To Princes heares; your sentence, you are confin'd, Vnto a house of conuertites and your baud. Who I? The Moore. O I am a sound man againe. A house of conuertites, what's that? A house of penitent whoores. Do the Noblemen in Rome, Erect it for their wiues, that I am sent To lodge there? You must haue patience. I must first haue vengeance. I faine would know if you haue your saluation By patent, that you proceed thus. Away with her? Take her hence. A rape, a rape. How? Yes you haue rauisht iustice, Forc't her to do your pleasure. fy shee's mad Dye with these pils in your most cursed mawes, Should bring you: health, or while you sit a'th Bench, Let your owne spittle choake you. She's turn'd fury. That the last day of iudgement may so find you, And leaue you the same deuill you were before, Instruct me some good horse-lech to speak Treason, For since you cannot take my life for deeds, Take it for wordes, ô womans poore reuenge Which dwels but in the tongue, I will not weepe, No I do scorne to call vp one poore teare To fawne one your iniustice, beare me hence, Vnto this house of what's your mittigating Title? Of conuertites. It shal not be a house of conuertites My minde shall make it honester to mee Then the Popes Pallace, and more peaceable Then thy soule, though thou art a Cardinall, Know this, and let it some what raise your spight, Through darkenesse Diamonds spred their ritchest light. Now you and I are friends sir, wee'le shake hands, In a friends graue, together, a fit place, Being the embleme of soft peace t'attone our hatred. Sir, what's the matter? I will not chase more bloud from that lou'd checke, You haue lost too much already, fare-you-well. How strange these words sound? what's the interpretatiō?