Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
O noble Sir, your honest eyes perceive not The dangers you are led to shame upon her, And what fell miseries the gods can think on Show down upon her wicked head, she has plotted, I know too well your death: would my poor life Or thousand such as mine is might be offered Like sacrifices up for your presuming, What free oblations would she have to glut her, But she is merciless, and bent to ruin, If Heaven and good men step not to your rescue, And timely, very timely, O this dukedom! I weep, I weep for the poor Orphans i'th' Country Left with but Friends; or parents. Now Ismenus, what think you of this fellow? This was a lying knave, a flatterer, Does not this love still show him so. This love, this halter: if he prove not yet The cunningest, rankest Rogue that ever Canted, I'll never see man again, I know him to bring, And can interpret every new face he makes, Look how he wrings like a good stool for a tear, Take heed, Children and Fools First feel the smart: Then weep. A way, away, such an unkind distrust, Is worse than a dissembling, if it be one, And sooner leads to mischief I believe it, And him an honest man: he could not carry Under an evil cause so true a sorrow. Take heed, this is your Mother's scorpion, That carries stings even in his tears, Whose soul is a rank poison through: Touch Not at him, if you do you are gone, if you had twenty Lives: I knew him from a Roguish boy, when He would poison Dogs, and keep tame Toads, He lay with his Mother, and infected her, and now She begs i'th' Hospital, with a patch of velvet, Where her Nose stood: like the queen of spades. And all her Teeth in her purse, the Devil and this Fellow are so near, 'tis not yet known which is the eviller Angel. Nay then I see 'tis spite: Come hither friend. Hast thou not heard the cause yet that incensed my mother to my death, for I protest I feel none in myself? Her will Sir, and ambition, as I think Are the provokers of it as in women Those two are ever powerful to destruction, Beside a hate of your still growing virtues, She being only wicked. heavens defend me as I am innocent, And ever have been from all immoderate thoughts and Actions, that carry such rewards along with 'em. Sir all I know, my duty must reveal My country and my love command it from me, For whom I'll lay my life down, this night coming. A Counsel is appointed by the Duke, To sit about your apprehension: If you dare trust my faith: which by all good things Shall ever watch about you: Go along, And to a place I'll guide you: where no word, Shall scape without your hearing, Nor, no plot. Without discovering to you, which once known, you have your answers and prevention.
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O noble Syr, your honest eyes perceiue not The dangers you are led to shame vpon her, And what fell miseries the gods can thinke on Shewe downe vpon her wicked head, she has plotted, I know too well your death: would my poore life Or thousand such as mine is might be offered Like sacrifices vp for your presuming, What free oblations would she haue to glut her, But shee is mercilesse, and bent to ruine, If Heauen and good men steppe not to your reskue, And timely, very timely, O this Duke dome! I weepe, I weepe for the poore Orphanes ith Countrey Left with but Friends; or parents. Now Ismenus, what thinke you of this fellow? This was a lying knaue, a flatterer, Does not this loue still shew him so. This loue, this halter: if he proue not yet The cunningst, ranckest Rogue that euer Canted, Ile neuer see man againe, I know him to bring, And can interpret euery new face he makes, Looke how he wrings like a good stoole for a teare, Take heede, Children and Fooles First feele the smart: Then weepe. A way, away, such an vnkinde distrust, Is wosse then a dissembling, if it be one, And sooner leades to mischiefe I belieue it, And him an honest man: he could not carry Vnder an euill cause so true a sorrow. Take heede, this is your Mothers scorpion, That carries stings euen in his teares, Whose soule is a rancke poyson through: Touch Not at him, if you doe you are gone, if you had twenty Liues: I knewe him from a Roguish boy, when Hee would poyson Dogges, and keepe tame Toades, Hee lay with his Mother, and infected her, and now Shee begges ith Hospitall, with a patch of veluet, Where her Nose stood: like the queene of spades. And all her Teeth in her purse, the Diuell and this Fellow are so neere, Tis not yet knowne which is the euiller Angell. Nay then I see tis spite: Come hether frend. Hast thou not heard the cause yet that incēsd my mother to my death, for I protest I feele none in my selfe? Her will Syr, and ambition, as I thinke Are the prouokers of it as in women Those two are euer powerfull to destruction, Beside a hate of your still growing vertues, Shee being onely wicked. Heauens defend me as I am innocent, And euer haue bin from all immoderate thoughts and Actions, that carrie such rewards along with em. Syr all I know, my duety must reueale My country and my loue commaund it from mee, For whom Ile lay my life downe, this night comming. A Counsell is appointed by the Duke, To sit about your apprehension: If you dare trust my faith: which by all good things Shall euer watch about you: Goe along, And to a place Ile guide you: where no word, Shall scape without your hearing, Nor, no plot. Without discouering to you, which once known, you haue your answers and preuention.