Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Upon your honour, my Lord shall be free From any hurt you say. Free as myself. Watch then, and clear his entry. I will not fail, my Lord. God save your Lordship. My noblest Lord Renel! past all men welcome. Wife, welcome his Lordship. I much joy in your return here. You do more than I. she's passionate still, to think we ever parted, By my too stern injurious jealousy. 'tis well your Lordship will confess your error In so good time yet. Death! Who have we here? Ho! Guard! villains! Why exclaim you so. Negligent traitors! Murder, murder, murder. You're mad. Had mine intent been so, like yours, It had been done ere this. Sir, your intent, And action too, was rude to enter thus. You're a decayed Lord to tell me of rudeness, As much decayed in manners as in means. You talk of manners, that thus rudely thrust Upon a man that's busy with his Wife. And kept your Lordship than the door. The door? Sweet Lord forbear. Show, show your purpose sir. To move such bold feet into others' roofs. This is my purpose sir, from Clermont D'Ambois I bring this Challenge. Challenge! I'll touch none. I'll leave it here then. Thou shalt leave thy life first. Murder, murder! Retire my Lord; get off. Hold, or thy death shall hold thee. Hence my Lord. There lie the Challenge. Was not this well handled? Nobly my Lord. All thanks. I'll make him read it. This was a sleight well-masked. O what is man, Unless he be a Politician! COme Baligny, we now are private: Say, What service bring'st thou? make it short; the Guise (Whose friend thou seem'st) is now in Court, and near, And may observe us. This sir, then in short. The faction of the Guise (with which my policy, For service to your Highness seems to join) Grows ripe, and must be gathered into hold; Of which my Brother Clermont being a part Exceeding capital, deserves to have A capital eye on him. And (as you may With best advantage, and your speediest charge,) Command his apprehension: which (because The Court, you know, is strong in his defence) we must ask Country swinge and open fields. And therefore I have wrought him to go down To Cambray with me (of which Government Your highness bounty made me your Lieutenant) Where when I have him, I will leave my house, And fain some service out about the confines, When in the mean time, if you please to give Command to my Lieutenant, by your Letters, To train him to some muster, where he may (Much to his honour) see for him, your forces Put into Battle; when he comes, he may With some close stratagem be apprehended: For otherwise your whole powers there will fail To work his apprehension: and with that My hand needs never be discerned therein. Thanks honest Baligny.
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Vpon your honour, my Lord shall be free From any hurt you say. Free as my selfe. Watch then, and cleare his entrie. I will not faile, my Lord. God saue your Lordship. My noblest Lord Renel! past all men welcome. Wife, vvelcome his Lordship. I much ioy in your returne here. You doe more then I. Shee's passionate still, to thinke we euer parted, By my too sterne iniurious Ielousie. Tis well your Lordship will confesse your errour In so good time yet. Death! Who haue wee here? Ho! Guard! Villaines! Why exclaime you so. Negligent Trayters! Murther, murther, murther. Ye'are mad. Had mine entent beene so, like yours, It had beene done ere this. Sir, your intent, And action too▪ was rude to enter thus. Y'are a decaid Lord to tell me of rudenesse, As much decaid in manners as in meanes. You talke of manners, that thus rudely thrust Vpon a man that's busie with his Wife. And kept your Lordship then the dore. The dore? Sweet Lord forbeare. Show, show your purpose sir. To moue such bold feete into others roofes. This is my purpose sir, from Clermont D'Ambois I bring this Challenge. Challenge! Ile touch none. Ile leaue it here then. Thou shalt leaue thy life first. Murther, murther! Retire my Lord; get off. Hold, or thy death shall hold thee. Hence my Lord. There lye the Chalenge. Was not this well handled? Nobly my Lord. All thankes. Ile make him reade it. This was a sleight wellmaskt. O what is man, Vnlesse he be a Politician! COme Baligny, we now are priuate: Say, What seruice bring'st thou? make it short; the Guise (Whose friend thou seem'st) is now in Court, and neare, And may obserue vs. This sir, then in short. The faction of the Guise (with which my policie, For seruice to your Highnesse seemes to oyne) Growes ripe, and must be gather'd into hold; Of which my Brother Clermont being a part Exceeding capitall, deserues to haue A capitall eye on him. And (as you may With best aduantage, and your speediest charge,) Command his apprehension: which (because The Court, you know, is strong in his defence) Wee must aske Country swindge and open fields. And therefore I haue wrought him to goe downe To Cambray with me (of which Gouernment Your Highnesse bountie made mee your Lieutenant) Where when I haue him, I will leaue my house, And faine some seruice out about the confines, When in the meane time, if you please to giue Command to my Lieutenant, by your Letters, To traine him to some muster, where he may (Much to his honour) see for him, your forces Put into Battaile; when hee comes, hee may With some close stratageme be apprehended: For otherwise your whole powers there will faile To worke his apprehension: and with that My hand needes neuer be discern'd therein. Thankes honest Baligny.