The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 42 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 0.83 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
You'll weight about midnight In the Chapel. There. Why now our action's justified, Tush for justice. What harms it justice? we now, like the partridge Purge the disease with laurel: for the fame Shall crown the enterprise and quit the shame. The young Duke: Did you e'er see a sweeter Prince? I have known a poor woman's bastard better favoured, This is behind him: Now, to his face all comparisons were hateful: Wise was the Courtly Peacock, that being a great Minion, and being compared for beauty, by some dotterels that stood by, to the Kingly Eagle, said the Eagle was a far fairer bird than herself, not in respect of her feathers, but in respect of her long talons. His will grow out in time, My gracious Lord. I pray leave me Sir. Your Grace must be merry: 'tis I have cause to mourn, for wot you what said the little boy that rode behind his father on horseback? Why, what said he? When you are dead father (said he) I hope then I shall ride in the saddle, O 'tis a brave thing for a man to sit by himself: he may stretch himself in the stirrups, look about, and see the whole compass of the Hemisphere, you're now, my Lord, i'th' saddle. Study your prayers, sir, and be penitent, 'Twere fit you'd think on what hath former been, I have heard grief named the eldest child of sin. Study my prayers? he threatens me divinely, I am falling to pieces already, I care not, though, like Anacharsis I were pounded to death in a mortar. And yet that death were fitter for usurers gold and themselves to be beaten together, to make a most cordial cullis for the devil. He hath his uncles villainous look already, In dicimo sexto. Now sir, what are you? It is the pleasure sir, of the young Duke That you forbear the Presence, and all room, That owe him reverence. So, the wolf and the raven are very pretty fools when they are young. Is it your office, sir, to keep me out? So the Duke wils. Verily, Master Courtier, extremity is not to be used in all offices: Say that a gentlewoman were taken out of her bed about midnight, and committed to Castle Angelo, to the Tower yonder, with nothing about her, but her smock: would it not show a cruel part in the gentleman porter to lay claim to her upper garment, pull it o'er her head and ears; and put her in naked? Very good: you are merry Doth he make a Court ejectment of me? A flaming firebrand casts more smoke without a chimney, then within'nt. I'll smoor some of them. How now? Thou heart sad. I met even now with the most piteous sight. Thou metst another hear a pitiful Degraded Courtier.
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You'le waight about midnight In the Chappel. There. Why now our action's iustified, Tush for iustice. What harmes it Iustice? we now, like the partridge Purge the disease with lawrell: for the fame Shall crowne the enterprise and quit the shame. The yong Duke: Did you e're see a sweeter Prince? I haue knowne a poore womans bastard better fauor'd, This is behind him: Now, to his face all cōparisons were hateful: Wise was the Courtly Peacocke, that being a great Minion, and being compar'd for beauty, by some dottrels that stood by, to the Kingly Eagle, said the Eagle was a farre fairer bird then herselfe, not in respect of her feathers, but in respect of her long Tallants. His will grow out in time, My gratious Lord. I pray leaue mee Sir. Your Grace must be merry: 'tis I haue cause to mourne, for wot you what said the little boy that rode behind his father on horsebacke? Why, what said hee? When you are dead father (said he) I hope then I shall ride in the saddle, O 'tis a braue thing for a man to sit by himselfe: he may stretch himselfe in the stirrops, looke about, and see the whole compasse of the Hemisphere, you're now, my Lord, ith saddle. Study your praiers, sir, and be penitent, 'Twere fit you'd thinke on what hath former bin, I haue heard griefe nam'd the eldest child of sinne. Study my praiers? he threatens me diuinely, I am falling to peeces already, I care not, though, like Anacharsis I were pounded to death in a mortar. And yet that death were fitter for Vsurers gold and themselues to be beaten together, to make a most cordiall cullice for the deuill. He hath his vnckles villanous looke already, In dicimo sexto. Now sir, what are you? It is the pleasure sir, of the yong Duke That you forbeare the Presence, and all roome, That owe him reuerence. So, the wolfe and the rauen are very pretty fools when they are yong. Is it your office, sir, to keepe me out? So the Duke wils. Verely, Maister Courtier, extreamity is not to bee vsed in all offices: Say that a gentlewoman were taken out of her bed about midnight, and committed to Castle Angelo, to the Tower yonder, with nothing about her, but her smocke: would it not shew a cruell part in the gentleman porter to lay clame to her vpper garment, pull it ore her head and eares; and put her in nak'd? Very good: you are merrie Doth hee make a Court eiectment of mee? A flaming firebrand casts more smoke without a chimney, then withint. Ile smoore some of them. How now? Thou hart sad. I met euen now with the most pitious sight. Thou metst another heare a pittifull Degraded Courtier.