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 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
My being: for another tongue to tell it, Cease, a mother! some good man that dares Speak for his King and Country: I am full Of too much woman's pity: yet o Heaven, Since it concerns the safety of my sovereign Let it not be a cruelty in me Nor draw a Mother's name in question, Amongst unborn people, to give up that man: To law and justice that unrighteously Has sought his father's death: be deafe, be deafe Sir, Your Son is the offender, Now have you all, Would I might never speak again. My Son? Heaven help me. No more I thought it: and since His life is grown so dangerous: Let them that Gave him, take him: He shall die, And with him all my fears. O use your mercy: you have a brave subject To bestow it on, I'll forgive him Sir: and for his Wrong to me, I'll be before ye. Durst his villainy extend to thee? Nothing but heats of youth Sir. Upon my life he sought my Bed. I must confess he loved me: Somewhat beyond a Son, and still pursued it With such a Lust: I will not say Ambition, That clean forgetting all obedience, And only following his first heat unto me, He hotly fought your death, and me in Marriage. O Villain! But I forget all: and am half ashamed To press a man so far. Where is the Duke? for God's sake bring me to him. Here I am; Each corner of the Dukedom Sends new affrights forth: what wouldst thou speak? I cannot Sir, my fear ties up my tongue. Why, what's the matter? Take thy courage To thee; and boldly speak, where are the Guard? In the God's name, cut with it: Treason, treason. In whom? Double the Guard. There is a fellow Sir. Leave shaking man. 'Tis not for fear, but wonder. Leon. Well. There is a fellow Sir, close i'th' Lobby: You oath Guard, look to the door there. But let me know the business. O that the hearts of men should be so hardened Against so good a Duke, for God's sake Sir, Seek means to save yourself, This wretched slave Has his sword in his hand, I know his heart: Oh it hath almost killed me with the thought of it. Where is he? The Lobby Sir, close in a corner: Look to yourselves, for heavens sake, methinks he is here already. fellows of the Guard be valiant. Go sirs, and apprehend him; Treason shall Never dare me in mine own Gates. 'tis done. And thou shalt find it to thy best content. Are these the comforts of my Age? Theyre happy that end their days Contented With a little, and live aloof from dangers, to a King Every content doth a new; peril bring. O let me live no longer, shame of Nature, Bastard to Honour: Traitor, Murderer, Devil in a human shape, A way with him, He shall not breathe his hot infection here.
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My being: for another tongue to tell it, Cease, a mother! some good man that dares Speake for his King and Countrey: I am full Of too much womans pittie: yet ô Heauen, Since it concernes the safety of my soueraigne Let it not be a cruelty in mee Nor draw a Mothers name in question, Amongst vnborne people, to giue vp that man: To law and Iustice that vnrighteously Has sought his sathers death: be dease, be dease Syr, Your Sonne is the Offendor, Now haue you all, Would I might neuer speake againe. My Sonne? Heauen helpe mee. No more I thought it: and since His life is growne so dangerous: Let them that Gaue him, take him: Hee shall dye, And with him all my feares. O vse your mercie: you haue a braue subiect To bestowe it on, Ile forgiue him Syr: and for his Wrong to mee, Ile be before yee. Durst his villenie extend to thee? Nothing but heates of youth Syr. Vppon my life hee sought my Bed. I must confesse he loued mee: Somewhat beyond a Sonne, and still pursude it With such a Lust: I will not say Ambition, That cleane sorgetting all obedience, And onely following his first heate vnto mee, Hee hotely fought your death, and me in Marriage. O Villaine! But I forget all: and am halfe ashamde To presse a man so farre. Where is the Duke? for Gods sake bring me to him. Here I am; Each corner of the Dukedome Sends new affrights forth: what wouldst thou speake? I cannot Sir, my feare tyes vp my tongue. Why, whats the matter? Take thy courage To thee; and boldly speake, where are the Guard? In the Gods name, cut with it: Treason, treason. In whome? Double the Guard. There is a fellow Syr. Leaue shaking man. 'Tis not for feare, but wonder. Leon. Well. There is a fellow Syr, close ith Lobby: You othe Guarde, looke to the dore there. But let me knowe the businesse. O that the hearts of men shuld be so hardned Against so good a Duke, for Gods sake Syr, Seeke meanes to saue your selfe, This wretched slaue Has his sword in his hand, I knowe his heart: Oh it hath almost killd mee with the thought of it. Where is hee? The Lobby Syr, close in a corner: Looke to your selues, for Heauens sake, Mee thinkes hee is here already. Fellowes of the Guard be valiant. Goe sirs, and apprehend him; Treason shall Neuer dare mee in mine owne Gates. Tis done. And thou shalt finde it to thy best content. Are these the comforts of my Age? Theyre happy that ende theyr dayes Contented With a little, and liue aloofe from dangers, to a King Euery coutent doth a newe; perill bring. O let mee liue no longer, shame of Nature, Bastard to Honour: Traytor, Murderer, Diuell in a humane shape, A way with him, Hee shall not breath his hote infection here.