The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 22 of 49
Webster, John · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Winter 1612-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.75 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Proof! 'twas corruption. O Gold, what a God art thou! and o man, what a devil art thou to be tempted by that cursed Mineral! You diversivolent Lawyer; mark him, knaves turn informers, as maggots turn to flies, you may catch gudgeons with either. A Cardinal; I would he would hear me, there's nothing so holy but money will corrupt and putrefy it, like victual under the live. You are happy in England, my Lord; here they sell justice with those weights they press men to death with. O horrible salary! Fie, fie, Flamineo. Bells near ring well, till they are at their full pitch, And I hope yond Cardinal shall never have the grace to pray well, till he come to the scaffold. If they were racked now to know the confederacy! But your Noblemen are privileged from the rack; and well may. For a little thing would pull some of them a pieces afore they came to their arraignment. Religion; oh how it is commeddled with policy. The first bloodshed in the world happened about religion. Would I were a Iew. O, there are too many. You are deceived. There are not Jews enough; Priests enough, nor gentlemen enough. How? I'll prove it. For if there were Jews enough, so many Christians would not turn usurers; if Priests enough, one should not have six Benefices; and if gentlemen enough, so many early mushrooms, whose best growth sprang from a dunghill, should not aspire to gentility. Farewell. Let others live by begging. be thou one of them; practise the art of Wolnor in England to swallow all's given thee; and yet let one purgation make thee as hungry again as fellows that work in saw-pit. I'll go hear the screech-owl. This was Brachiano's Pandar, and 'tis strange That in such open and apparent guilt Of his adulterous sister, he dare utter So scandalous a passion. I must wind him. How dares this banished Count return to Rome, His pardon not yet purchased? I have heard The deceased Duchess gave him pension, And that he came along from Padua I'th' train of the young Prince. There's somewhat in 't. physicians, that cure poisons, still do work With counterpoisons. Mark this strange encounter. The God of Melancholy turn thy gall to poison, And let the stigmatic wrinkles in thy face, Like to the boisterous waves in a rough tide One still overtake another. I do thank thee And I do wish ingeniously for thy sake The dog-days all year long. How croaks the raven? Is our good Duchess dead? Dead O fate! Misfortune comes like the crowner's business, Huddle upon huddle. Shalt thou & I join housekeeping? Yes, content. Let's be unsociably sociable. Sit some three days together, and discourse. Only with making faces; Lie in our clothes. With faggots for our pillows. And be lousy. In taffeta linings; that's gentile melancholy, Sleep all day. Yes: and like your melancholic hare Feed after midnight. we are observed: see how yond couple grieve.
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Proofe! t'was corruption. O Gold, what a God art thou! and ô man, what a deuill art thou to be tempted by that cursed Minerall! You diuersiuolent Lawyer; marke him, knaues turne informers, as maggots turne to flies, you may catch gudgions with either. A Cardinall; I would hee would heare mee, theres nothing so holie but mony will corrupt and putrifie it, like vittell vnder the liue. You are happie in England, my Lord; here they sell iustice with those weights they presse men to death with. O horrible salarie! Fie, fie, Flamineo. Bels nere ring well, till they are at their full pitch, And I hope yon Cardinall shall neuer haue the grace to pray well, till he come to the scaffold. If they were rackt now to know the confederacie! But your Noblemen are priuiledged from the racke; and well may. For a little thing would pull some of them a peeces afore they came to their arraignement. Religion; oh how it is commeddled with policie. The first bloudshed in the world happened about religion. Would I were a Iew. O, there are too many. You are deceiu'd. There are not Iewes enough; Priests enough, nor gentlemen enough. How? Ile proue it. For if there were Iewes enough, so many Christians would not turne vsurers; if Preists enough, one should not haue sixe Benefices; and if gentlemen enough, so many earlie mushromes, whose best growth sprang from a dunghill, should not aspire to gentilitie. Farewell. Let others liue by begging. Bee thou one of them; practize the art of Wolor in England to swallow all's giuen thee; and yet let one purgation make thee as hungrie againe as fellowes that worke in saw-pit. Ile go heare the scritch-owle. This was Brachiano's Pandar, and 'tis strange That in such open and apparant guilt Of his adulterous sister, hee dare vtter So scandalous a passion. I must wind him. How dares this banisht Count returne to Rome, His pardon not yet purchast? I haue heard The deceast Dutchesse gaue him pension, And that he came along from Padua I'th' traine of the yong Prince. There's somewhat in 't. Phisitians, that cure poisons, still doe worke With counterpoisons. Marke this strange incounter. The God of Melancholie turne thy gall to poison, And let the stigmaticke wrincles in thy face, Like to the boisterous waues in a rough tide One still ouertake an other. I doe thanke thee And I doe wish ingeniously for thy sake The dog-daies all yeare long. How crokes the rauen? Is our good Dutchesse dead? Dead O fate! Misfortune comes like the Crowners businesse, Huddle vpon huddle. Shalt thou & I ioyne housekeeping? Yes, content. Let's bee vnsociably sociable. Sit some three daies together, and discourse. Onely with making faces; Lie in our clothes. With faggots for our pillowes. And bee lowsie. In taffeta lininges; that's gentile melancholie, Sleepe all day. Yes: and like your melancholike hare Feed after midnight. Wee are obserued: see how yon couple greue.