The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 41 of 49
Webster, John · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Winter 1612-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.80 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Now he's dead? I cannot conjure; but if prayers or oaths Will get to th'speech of him: though forty devils Weight on him in his livery of flames, I'll speak to him, and shake him by the hand, Though I be blasted. Excellent Lodovico! What? did you terrify him at the last gasp? Yes; and so idly, that the Duke had like T'have terrified us. How? You shall hear that hereafter, See! yond's the infernal, that would make up sport. Now to the revelation of that secret, She promised when she fell in love with you. You're passionately met in this sad world. I would have you look up, Sir; these Court tears Claim not your tribute to them. Let those weep That guiltily partake in the sad cause. I knew last night by a sad dream I had Some mischief would ensue; yet to say truth My dream most concerned you. shall's fall a dreaming? Yes, and for fashion sake I'll dream with her. methought sir, you came stealing to my bed. Wilt thou believe me sweeting; by this light I was a dreamt on thee too: for methought I saw thee naked Fie sir! as I told you, methought you lay down by me. So dreamt I; And lest thou shouldst take cold, I covered thee With this Irish mantle. Verily I did dream, You were some what bold with me; but to come to't. How? how? I hope you will not go to there. Nay: you must hear my dream out. Well, sir, forth. When I threw the mantle o'er thee, thou didst laugh Exceedingly methought. Laugh? And cried'st out, The hair did tickle thee. There was a dream indeed. Mark her I prithee, she simpers like the suds A Collier hath been washed in. Come, sir; good fortune tends you; I did tell you I would reveal a secret, Isabella The Duke of Florence sister was empoisoned, By a' fumed picture: and Camillo's neck Was broke by damned Flamineo; the mischance Laid on a vaulting horse. Most strange! Most true. The bed of snakes is broke. I sadly do confess I had a hand In the black deed. Thou kep'st their counsel, Right, For which, urged with contrition, I intend This night to rob Vittoria. Excellent penitence! usurers dream on't while they sleep out Sermons. To further our escape, I have entreated Leave to retire me, till the funeral, Unto a friend i'th' country. That excuse Will further our escape, In coin and jewels I shall, at least, make good unto your use An hundred thousand crowns. O noble wench! Those crowns we'll share. It is a dowry, methinks, should make that sunburnt proverb false, And wash the Aethiop white. It shall, away Be ready for our flight. An hour 'fore day. O strange discovery! why till now we knew not The circumstance of either of their deaths.
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Now hee's dead? I cannot coniure; but if praiers or oathes VVill get to th'speech of him: though forty deuils VVaight on him in his liuery of flames, I'le speake to him, and shake him by the hand, Though I bee blasted. Excellent Lodouico! VVhat? did you terrifie him at the last gaspe? Yes; and so idely, that the Duke had like T'haue terrified vs. How? You shall heare that heareafter, See! yon's the infernall, that would make vp sport. Now to the reuelation of that secret, Shee promi'st when she fell in loue with you. You're passionately met in this sad world. I would haue you look vp, Sir; these Court teares Claime not your tribute to them. Let those weepe That guiltily pertake in the sad cause. I knew last night by a sad dreame I had Some mischiefe would insue; yet to say truth My dreame most concern'd you. Shal's fall a dreaming? Yes, and for fashion sake Ile dreame with her. Mee thought sir, you came stealing to my bed. VVilt thou beleeue me sweeting; by this light I was a dreampt on thee too: for me thought I saw thee naked Fy sir! as I told you, Me thought you lay downe by me. So drempt I; And least thou should'st take cold, I couer'd thee VVith this Irish mantle. Verily I did dreame, You were some what bold with me; but to come to't. How? how? I hope you will not go to there. Nay: you must heare my dreame out. VVell, sir, forth. VVhen I threw the mantle ore thee, thou didst laugh Exceedingly me thought. Laugh? And cridst out, The haire did tickle thee. There was a dreame indeed. Marke her I prethee, shee simpers like the suddes A Collier hath bene washt in. Come, sir; good fortune tends you; I did tell you I would reueale a secret, Isabella The Duke of Florence sister was impoison'd, By a 'fum'd picture: and Camillo's necke Was broke by damn'd Flamineo; the mischance Laid on a vaulting horse. Most strange! Most true. The bed of snakes is broke. I sadly do confesse I had a hand In the blacke deed. Thou kepts their counsell, Right, For which, vrg'd with contrition, I intend This night to rob Vittoria. Excellent penitence! Vsurers dreame on't while they sleepe out Sermons. To further our escape, I haue entreated Leaue to retire me, till the funerall, Vnto a friend i'th country. That excuse Will further our escape, In coine and iewels I shall, at least, make good vnto your vse An hundred thousand crowns. O noble wench! Those crownes we'le share. It is a dowry, Me thinkes, should make that sun-burnt prouerbe false, And wash the Ethiop white. It shall, away Be ready for our flight. An howre 'fore day. O strange discouery! why till now we knew not The circumstance of either of their deaths.