Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.81 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Why then he will come home I know not when: you shall pardon me, I'll talk no more of this subject, but say gods be with him where ere he is, and send him well home again: For why, he is gone, or when he will return, let them know that directed him: Only this, there's mad Moriscoes in the state; but what they are, I'll tell you when I know. Come, let's go, hear all, and say nothing. Content. Timantus, is the Duke ready yet? Almost. What ails him? Faith I know not, I think he has dreamt he's but eighteen: has been worse since he sent you forth for the frizzling-iron. That cannot be, he lay in Gloves all night, and this morning I brought him a new Periwig with a lock at it, and knocked up a swinge in's chamber. O but since, his tailor came, and they have fallen out about the fashion on's clothes: and yonder's a fellow come, has board a hole in's ear; and he has bespake a vaulting-horse, you shall see him come forth presently: he looks like Winter, stuck here and there with fresh flowers. Will he not Tilt think you? I think he will. What does he mean to do? I know not: but by this light I think he is in love; he would ha' been shaved but for me. In love, with whom? I could guess, but you shall pardon me: he will take me along with him some whither. I overheard him ask your opinion of somebody's beauty. Yes, there it goes that makes him so youthful, and has laid by his Crutch, and halts now with a leading staff. Timantus. Sir. This Feather is not large enough. Yes faith, 'tis such a one as the rest of the young Gallants wear. Telamon, does it do well? Sir, it becomes you, or you become it, the rareliest— Away, dost think so? Think sir? I know it. Sir, the Princess is past all hope of life since the Dwarf was put to death. Let her be so, I have other matters in hand: but this same tailor angers me, he has made my doublet so wide: and see, the knave has put no points at my arm. Those will be put too quickly Sir, upon any occasion. Telamon, have you bid this Dancer come a mornings? Yes Sir. Timantus, let me see the glass again: look you how careless you are grown, is this tooth well put in? Which Sir? This Sir. It shall be. methinks that tooth should put him in mind on's years: and Timantus stands as if (seeing the Duke in such a youthful habit) he were looking in's mouth how old he were. So, fo. Will you have your Gown sir? My Gown? why, am I sick? bring me my Sword. Let a couple of the great horses be brought out for us. he'll kill himself. Why, will you ride sir?
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Why then hee will come home I know not when: you shall pardon me, Ile talke no more of this subiect, but say gods be with him where ere he is, and sende him well home againe: For why, hee is gone, or when he will returne, let them know that directed him: Onely this, there's mad Moriscoes in the state; but what they are, Ile tell you when I know. Come, lets goe, heare all, and say nothing. Content. Timantus, is the Duke ready yet? Almost. What ayles him? Faith I know not, I thinke he has dreamt he's but eighteene: has been worse since he sent you forth for the frizling-yron. That cannot be, he lay in Gloues all night, and this morning I brought him a new Periwig with a locke at it, and knockt vp a swinge in's chamber. O but since, his Taylor came, and they haue fallen out about the fashion on's cloathes: and yonders a fellow come, has board a hole in's eare; and he has bespake a Vauting-horse, you shall see him come foorth presently: hee lookes like Winter, stucke here and there with fresh flowers. Will he not Tilt thinke you? I thinke he will. What does he meane to doe? I know not: but by this light I thinke hee is in loue; he wou'd ha bin shau'd but for me. In loue, with whome? I could guesse, but you shall pardon me: hee will take me along with him some whither. I ouer-heard him aske your opinion of some bodies beautie. Yes, there it goes that makes him so youthfull, and has layd by his Crutch, and halts now with a leading staffe. Timantus. Sir. This Feather is not large enough. Yes faith, tis such a one as the rest of the yong Gallants weare. Telamon, does it doe well? Sir, it becomes you, or you become it, the rareliest — Away, dost thinke so? Thinke sir? I know it. Sir, the Princesse is past all hope of life since the Dwarfe was put to death. Let her be so, I haue other matters in hand: but this same Taylor angers me, he has made my dublet so wide: and see, the knaue has put no points at my arme. Those will be put too quickly Sir, vpon any occasion. Telamon, haue you bid this Dauncer come a mornings? Yes Sir. Timantus, let me see the glasse againe: looke you how carelesse you are growne, is this tooth well put in? Which Sir? This Sir. It shall be. Me thinks that tooth should put him in mind on's yeeres: and Timantus stands as if (seeing the Duke in such a youthfull habite) he were looking in's mouth how olde he were. So, fo. Will you haue your Gowne sir? My Gowne? why, am I sicke? bring mee my Sword. Let a couple of the great horses be brought out for vs. Heele kill himselfe. Why, will you ride sir?