The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 29 of 49
Webster, John · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Winter 1612-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Your dog or hawk should be rewarded better Than I have been. I'll speak not one word more. Stop her mouth, With a sweet kiss, my Lord. So now the tide's turned the vessel's come about he's a sweet armful. O we curled-haired men Are still most kind to women. This is well. That you should chide thus! O, sir, your little chimneys Do ever cast most smoke. I sweat for you. Couple together with as deep a silence, As did the Grecians in their wooden horse. My Lord supply your promises with deeds. You know that painted meat no hunger feeds. Stay ingrateful Rome. (usage. Rome! it deserves to be called Barbarie, for our villainous Soft; the same project which the Duke of Florence, (Whether in love or gullery I know not) Laid down for her escape, will I pursue. And no time fitter than this night, my Lord; The Pope being dead; and all the Cardinals entered The Conclave for th' electing a new Pope; The City in a great confusion; we may attire her in a page's suit, Lay her post-horse, take shipping, and amain For Padua. I'll instantly steal forth the Prince Giovanni, And make for Padua. You two with your old Mother And young Marcello that attends on Florence, If you can work him to it, follow me. I will advance you all: for you Vittoria, Think of a Duchess title. Lo you sister. Stay, my Lord; I'll tell you a tale. The crocodile, which lives in the river Nilus, hath a worm breeds i'th' teeth of't, which puts it to extreme anguish: a little bird, no bigger than a wren, is barber-surgeon to this crocodile; flies into the jaws of't; picks out the worm; and brings present remedy. The fish, glad of ease but ingrateful to her that did it, that the bird may not talk largely of her abroad for non payment, closeth her chaps intending to swallow her, and so put her to perpetual silence. But nature loathing such in gratitude, hath armed this bird with a quill or prick on the head, top o'th' which wounds the crocodile i'th' mouth; forceth her open her bloody prison; and away flies the pretty tooth-picker from her cruel patient. Your application is, I have not rewarded The service you have done me. No, my Lord; You sister are the crocodile: you are blemished in your fame, My Lord cures it. And though the comparison hold not in every particle; yet observe, remember, what good the bird with the prick i'th' head hath done you; and scorn ingratitude. It may appear to some ridiculous Thus to talk knave and madman; and sometimes Come in with a dried sentence, stuffed with sage. But this allows my varying of shapes, Knaves do grow great by being great men's apes. So, my Lord, I commend your diligence Guard well the conclave, and, as the order is, Let none have conference with the Cardinals.
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Your dog or hawke should be rewarded better Then I haue bin. Ile speake not one word more. Stop her mouth, With a sweet kisse, my Lord. So now the tide's turne'd the vessel's come about Hee's a sweet armefull. O wee curl'd-haird men Are still most kind to women. This is well. That you should chide thus! O, sir, your little chimnies Doe euer cast most smoke. I swet for you. Couple together with as deepe a silence, As did the Grecians in their wodden horse. My Lord supplie your promises with deedes. You know that painted meat no hunger feedes. Stay ingratefull Rome. (vsage. Rome! it deserues to be cal'd Barbarie, for our villainous Soft; the same proiect which the Duke of Florence, (Whether in loue or gullerie I know not) Laid downe for her escape, will I pursue. And no time fitter than this night, my Lord; The Pope being dead; and all the Cardinals entred The Conclaue for th' electing a new Pope; The Cittie in a great confusion; Wee may attire her in a Pages suit, Lay her post-horse, take shipping, and amaine For Padua. Ile instantly steale forth the Prince Giouanni, And make for Padua. You two with your old Mother And yong Marcello that attendes on Florence, If you can worke him to it, follow mee. I will aduance you all: for you Vittoria, Thinke of a Dutchesse title. Lo you sister. Stay, my Lord; I'le tell you a tale. The crocodile, which liues in the riuer Nilus, hath a worme breds i'th teeth of't, which puts it to extreame anguish: a little bird, no bigger then a wren, is barbor-surgeon to this crocodile; flies into the iawes of't; pickes out the worme; and brings present remedy. The fish, glad of ease but ingratefull to her that did it, that the bird may not talke largely of her abroad for non payment, closeth her chaps intending to swallow her, and so put her to perpetuall silence. But nature loathing such in gratitude, hath arm'd this bird with a quill or pricke on the head, top o'th which wounds the crocodile i'th mouth; forceth her open her bloudy prison; and away flies the pretty tooth-picker from her cruell patient. Your application is, I haue not rewarded The seruice you haue done me. No, my Lord; You sister are the crocodile: you are blemisht in your fame, My Lord cures it. And though the comparison hold not in euery particle; yet obserue, remember, what good the bird with the pricke i'th head hath done you; and scorne ingratitude. It may appeare to some ridiculous Thus to talke knaue and madman; and sometimes Come in with a dried sentence, stuft with sage. But this allowes my varying of shapes, Knaues do grow great by being great mens apes. So, my Lord, I commend your diligence Guard well the conclaue, and, as the order is, Let none haue conference with the Cardinals.