Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 495 words
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What a base Whore is this, that after all My ways for her advancement, should so poorly make virtue her undoer, and choose this time, The King being deadly sick: and I intending A present marriage with some foreign Prince, To strengthen and secure myself. She writes here Like a wise Gentle woman; She will not stay: And the example of her dear brother, makes her Fear herself, to whom she means to fly. Why, who can help it? Now poverty and Lechery which is thy end, rot thee, where ere to goest with all thy goodness. by’r lady they'll bruise her: and she wear a brass. I am sure they'll break stone walls: I have had experience of them both, and they have made me desperate: but there's a Messenger Madam come from the Prince with a Letter to Ismenus, who by him returns an answer. This comes as pat as wishes: thou shalt presently away Timantus. Whither madam? To the Prince, and take the Messenger for guide. What shall I do there? I have done too much mischief to be believed again, or indeed, to scape with my head on my back if I be once known. Thou art a weak shallow fool: get thee a disguise, and withal, when thou comest before him, have a Letter feigned to deliver him; and then, as thou hast ever hope of goodness by me, or after me, strike one home stroke that shall not need another: dar'st thou speak, dar'st thou? if thou fall'st off, go be a Rogue a again, and lie and Pander to procure thy meat: darest thou speak to me. Sure I shall never walk when I am dead. I have no spirit madam, I'll be drunk but I'll do it, that's all my refuge. Away, no more, then I'll raise an Army whilst the King yet lives, if all the means and power I have can do it I cannot tell. Are you inventing still? we'll ease your studies. Why how now saucy Lords? Nay I'll shake ye, yes devil, I will shake ye. Do not you know me Lords? Yes deadly sin we know ye, would we did not. Do you hear Whore, a plague a God upon thee, the Duke is dead. Dead! ay, wildfire and brimstone take thee: good man he is dead, and past those miseries which thou, salt infection-like, like a disease, flungst upon his head. Doffed thou hear, and 'twere not more respect in Womanhood in general than thee, because I had a Mother, who I will not say she was good, she lived so near thy time, I would have thee in vengeance of this man, whose peace is made in heaven by this time, tied to a post, and dried i'th' sun, and after carried about and shone at fairs for money, with a long story of the devil thy father that taught thee to be whorish, envious, bloody. Ha, ha, ha.
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What a base Whore is this, that after all My wayes for her aduancement, should so poorely make vertue her vndoer, and choose this time, The King being deadly sicke: and I intending A present marriage with some forraigne Prince, To strengthen and secure my selfe. She writes here Like a wise Gentle woman; She will not stay: And the example of her deare brother, makes her Feare her selfe, to whome shee meanes to flye. Why, who can helpe it? Now pouertie and Leacherie which is thy end, rot thee, where ere to goest with all thy goodnes. Berlady theyle bruze her: and shee weare a brasse. I am sure theyle breake stone walles: I hane had experience of them both, and they haue made me desperate: but theres a Messenger Madam come from the Prince with a Letter to Ismenus, who by him returnes an answere. This comes as pat as wishes: thou shalt presently away Timantus. Whither Madame? To the Prince, and take the Messenger for guide. What shall I doe there? I haue done too much mischiefe to be beleeued againe, or indeede, to scape with my head on my backe if I be once knowne. Thou art a weake shallow foole: get thee a disguise, and withall, when thou comst before him, haue a Letter faind to deliuer him; and then, as thou hast euer hope of goodnes by me, or after me, strike one home stroke that shall not neede another: dar'st thou speake, dar'st thou? if thou fal'st off, goe bee a Rogue a againe, and lye and Pander to procure thy meate: darst thou speake to me. Sure I shall neuer walke when I am dead. I haue no spirit Madame, Ile bee drunke but Ile doe it, thats all my refuge. Away, no more, then Ile rayse an Army whilst the King yet liues, if all the meanes and power I haue can doe it I cannot tell. Are you inuenting still? weele ease your studies. Why how now sawcy Lords? Nay Ile shake yee, yes diuell, I will shake yee. Doe not you know me Lords? Yes deadly sin we know ye, would we did not. Doe you heare Whore, a plague a God vpon thee, the Duke is dead. Dead! I, wild-fire and brimstone take thee: good man hee is dead, and past those miseries which thou, salt infection-like, like a disease, flungst vpon his head. Doft thou heare, and twere not more respect in Woman-hood in generall then thee, because I had a Mother, who I will not say shee was good, shee liu'd so neere thy time, I would haue thee in vengeance of this man, whose peace is made in heauen by this time, tyde to a post, and dryde ith sunne, and after carryed about and shone at fayres for money, with a long storie of the diuell thy father that taught thee to be whorish, enuious, bloudy. Ha, ha, ha.