The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 33 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 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
You're nobly welcome. we have heard at full Your honourable service 'gainst the Turk. To you, brave Mulinassar, we assign A competent pension: and are inly sorrow, The vows of those two worthy gentlemen, Make them incapable of our proffered bounty. Your wish is you may leave your warlike swords For Monuments i in our Chapel. I accept it As a great honour done me, and must crave Your leave to furnish out our Duchess revels. Only one thing, as the last vanity You ere shall view, deny me not to stay To see a barrier's prepared tonight; You shall have private standings: It hath pleased The great Ambassadors of several Princes In their return from Rome to their own Countries To grace our marriage, and to honour me With such a kind of sport. I shall persuade them To stay, my Lord. Set on there to the presence Noble my Lord, most fortunately welcome, You have our vows sealed with the sacrament To second your attempts. And all things ready. He could not have invented his own ruin, Had he despaired with more propriety. You would not take my way. 'Tis better ordered. ' T'have poisoned his prayer book, or a pair of beads, The pummel of his saddle, his looking-glass, Or th'handle of his racket, o that, that! That while he had been bandying at Tennis, He might have sworn himself to hell, and struck His soul into the hazard! O my Lord! I would have our plot be ingenious, And have it hereafter recorded for example Rather than borrow example. There's no way More speeding than this thought on. On then. And yet methinks that this revenge is poor, Because it steals upon him like a thief, To have ta'en him by the Cask in a pitched field, Led him to Florence! It had been rare.— And there Have crowned him with a wreath of stinking garlic. T'have shown the sharpness of his government; And rankness of his lust. Flamineo comes. Why doth this devil haunt you? say. I know not. For by this light I do not conjure for her. 'tis not so great a cunning as men think To raise the devil: for here's one up already, The greatest cunning were to lay him down she is your shame. I prithee pardon her. In faith you see, women are like to burrs; Where their affection throws them, there they'll stick. That is my Countryman, a goodly person; When he's at leisure I'll discourse with him In our own language. I beseech you do, How is that brave soldier; o that I had seen Some of your iron days! I pray relate Some of your service to us. 'tis a ridiculous thing for a man to be his own Chronicle, I did never wash my mouth with mine own praise for fear of getting a stinking breath.
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You'are nobly welcome. Wee haue heard at full Your honourable seruice'gainst the Turke. To you, braue Mulinassar, wee assigne A competent pension: and are inly sorrow, The vowes of those two worthie gentlemen, Make them incapable of our proffer'd bountie. Your wish is you may leaue your warlike swordes For Monuments i n our Chappell. I accept it As a great honour done mee, and must craue Your leaue to furnish out our Dutchesse reuells. Onely one thing, as the last vanitie You ere shall view, denie mee not to stay To see a Barriers prepar'd to night; You shall haue priuate standings: It hath pleas'd The great Ambassadours of seuerall Princes In their returne from Rome to their owne Countries To grace our marriage, and to honour mee With such a kind of sport. I shall perswade them To stay, my Lord. Set on there to the presence Noble my Lord, most fortunately wellcome, You haue our vowes seal'd with the sacrament To second your attempts. And all thinges readie. Hee could not haue inuented his owne ruine, Had hee despair'd with more proprietie. You would not take my way. 'Tis better ordered. 'T'haue poison'd his praier booke, or a paire of beades, The pummell of his saddle, his looking-glasse, Or th'handle of his racket, ô that, that! That while he had bin bandying at Tennis, He might haue sworne himselfe to hell, and strooke His soule into the hazzard! O my Lord! I would haue our plot bee ingenious, And haue it hereafter recorded for example Rather than borrow example. There's no way More speeding than this thought on. On then. And yet mee thinkes that this reuenge is poore, Because it steales vpon him like a theif, To haue tane him by the Caske in a pitcht feild, Led him to Florence! It had bin rare.—And there Haue crown'd him with a wreath of stinking garlicke. T'haue showne the sharpnesse of his gouernment; And rancknesse of his lust. Flamineo comes. Why doth this deuill haunt you? say. I know not. For by this light I doe not coniure for her. Tis not so great a cunning as men thinke To raise the deuill: for heeres one vp allreadie, The greatest cunning were to lay him downe Shee is your shame. I prethee pardon her. In faith you see, women are like to burres; Where their affection throwes them, there they'l sticke. That is my Country-man, a goodly person; When hee's at leisure Ile discourse with him In our owne language. I beseech you doe, How is 't' braue souldier; ô that I had seene Some of your iron daies! I pray relate Some of your seruice to vs. T'is a ridiculous thing for a man to bee his owne Chronicle, I did neuer wash my mouth with mine owne praise for feare of getting a stincking breath.