Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
madam, you see, his spirit will not check At any single danger; when it stands Thus merrily firm against an host of men, threatened to be arms for his surprise. That's a mere Bugbear, an impossible mock, If he, and him I bound by nuptial faith Had not been dull and drossy in performing Wreak of the dear blood of my matchless Brother, What Prince? what King? which of the desperate Ruffings, Outlaws in Acden, durst have tempted thus One of our blood and name, be't true or false. This is not caused by that: 'twill be as sure As yet it is not, though this should be true. True? 'tis past thought false. I suppose the worst, Which far I am from thinking; and despise The Army now in battle that should act it. I would not let my blood up to that thought, But it should cost the dearest blood in France. Sweet Sister, far be both off as the fact Of my feigned apprehension. I would once Strip off my shame with my attire, and try If a poor woman, votist of revenge Would not perform it, with a precedent To all you bungling foggy-spirited men; But for our birthrights honour, do not mention One syllable of any word may go To the begetting of an act so tender, And full of sulphur as this Letters truth: It comprehends so black a circumstance Not to be named; that but to form one thought, It is, or can be so; would make me mad: Come my Lord, you and I will fight this dream Out at the Chess. Most gladly, worthiest Lady. Sir, my Lord governors Lieutenant prays Access to you. Himself alone? Alone, sir. Attend him in. Now comes this plot to trial, I shall discern (if it be true as rare) Some sparks will fly from his dissembling eyes. I'll sound his depth. Honour, and all things noble. As much to you good Captain. What's th'affair. Sir, the poor honour we can add to all Your studied welcome to this martial place, In presentation of what strength consists My Lord your Brother's Government is ready. I have made all his Troops and Companies Advance, and put themselves ranged in battalia, That you may see, both how well armed they are; How strong is every troup and Company; How ready, and how well prepared for service, And must they take me? Take you, sir? O Heaven! Believe it sir, his countenance changed in turning. What do you mean sir? If you have charged them, You being charged yourself, to apprehend me, Turn not your face: throw not your looks about so. Pardon me sir. You amaze me to conceive From whence our wills to honour you, should turn To such dishonour of my Lord your Brother. Dare I, without him, undertake your taking? Why not? by your direct charge from the King?
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Madame, you see, his spirit will not checke At any single danger; when it stands Thus merrily firme against an host of men, Threate'd to be armes for his surprise. That's a meere Bugge-beare, an impossible mocke, If hee, and him I bound by nuptiall faith Had not beene dull and drossie in performing Wreake of the deare bloud of my matchlesse Brother, What Prince? what King? which of the desperat'st Ruffings, Outlawes in Acden, durst haue tempted thus One of our bloud and name, be't true or false. This is not caus'd by that: twill be as sure As yet it is not, though this should be true. True? tis past thought false. I suppose the worst, Which farre I am from thinking; and despise The Armie now in battaile that should act it. I would not let my bloud vp to that thought, But it should cost the dearest bloud in France. Sweet Sister, fare be both off as the fact Of my fain'd apprehension. I would once Strip off my shame with my attire, and trie If a poore woman, votist of reuenge Would not performe it, with a president To all you bungling foggy-spirited men; But for our birth-rights honour, doe not mention One syllable of any word may goe To the begetting of an act so tender, And full of sulphure as this Letters truth: It comprehends so blacke a circumstance Not to be nam'd; that but to forme one thought, It is, or can be so; would make me mad: Come my Lord, you and I will fight this dreame Out at the Chesse. Most gladly, worthiest Ladie. Sir, my Lord Gouernours Lieutenant prayes Accesse to you. Himselfe alone? Alone, sir. Attend him in. Now comes this plot to tryall, I shall descerne (if it be true as rare) Some sparkes will flye from his dissembling eyes. Ile sound his depth. Honour, and all things noble. As much to you good Captaine. What's th'affaire. Sir, the poore honour we can adde to all Your studyed welcome to this martiall place, In presentation of what strength consists My Lord your Brothers Gouernment is readie. I haue made all his Troopes and Companies Aduance, and put themselues randg'd in Battailia, That you may see, both how well arm'd they are; How strong is euery Troope and Companie; How ready, and how well prepar'd for seruice, And must they take mee? Take you, sir? O Heauen! Beleeue it sir, his count'nance chang'd in turning. What doe you meane sir? If you haue charg'd them, You being charg'd your selfe, to apprehend mee, Turne not your face: throw not your lookes about so. Pardon me sir. You amaze me to conceiue From whence our wils to honour you, should turne To such dishonour of my Lord your Brother. Dare I, without him, vendertake your taking? Why not? by your direct charge from the King?