Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Stay not, prepare the armour in my house, And what friends you can draw unto our side, Not knowing of the cause, make ready too, Hast Diph: the time requires it, haste. I hope my cause is just, I know my blood Tells me it is, and I will credit it, To take revenge and lose myself withal, Were idle, and to scape, impossible, Without I had the fort, which misery Remaining in the hands of my old enemy Calianax, but I must have it, see Where he comes shaking by me, good my Lord Forget your spleen to me, I never wronged you, But would have peace with every man. 'tis well? If I durst fight, your tongue would lie at quiet. You're touchy without all cause. Do? mock me. By mine honour I speak truth. Honour? where be't. See what starts you make into your idle hatred. I am come with resolution to obtain a suit Of you. A suit of me, 'tis very like it should be granted sir. Nay, go not hence, 'tis this, you have the keeping of the fort, And I would wish you by the love you ought To bear unto me to deliver it Into my hands. I am in hope thou art mad, to talk to me thus. But there is a reason to move you to it, I would Kill the King, that wronged you and your daughter. Out traitor. Nay but stay, I cannot scape the deed once done Without I have this fort. And should I help thee, now thy treacherous mind betrays itself. Come delay me not, Give me a sudden answer, already, The last is spoke, refuse my offered love, When it comes clad in secrets. If I say I will not, he will kill me, I do see't writ In his looks, and should I say I will, he'll run and tell the King: I do not shun your friendship dear Melantius, But this cause is weighty, give me but an hour to think. Take it,— I know this goes unto the King, But I am armed. methinks I feel myself But twenty now again, this fighting fool Wants policy, I shall revenge my girl, And make her red again, I pray, my legs Will last that pace that I will carry them, I shall want breath before I find the King, God save you. Save you sweet brother, In my blunt eye methinks you look Euadne. Come, you would make, me blush. I would Euadne, I shall displease my ends else. You shall if you command me, I am bashful, Come sir, how do I look. I would not have your women hear me Break into a commendations of you, it is not seemly. Go wait me in the gallery,— now speak. I'll lock your doors first. Why? I will not have your guilded things that dance In visitation with their Milan skins Choke up my business. You are strangely disposed sir. Good madam, not to make you merry. No, if you praise me 'twill make me sad.
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Stay not, prepare the armour in my house, And what friends you can draw vnto our side, Not knowing of the cause, make ready too, Hast Diph: the time requires it, hast. I hope my cause is iust, I know my blood Tels me it is, and I will credit it, To take reuenge and loose my selfe withall, Were idle, and to scape, impossible, Without I had the ort, which miserie Remaining in the hands of my olde enemy Calianax, but I must haue it, see Where he comes shaking by me, good my Lord Forget your spleene to me, I neuer wrong'd you, But would haue peac with euery man. Tis well? If I durst ight, your tongue would lie at quiet. Y'are touchie without all cause. Doe? mock me. By mine honor I speake truth. Honor? where ist. See what starts you make into your idle hatred. I am come with resolution to obtaine a sute Of you. A sute of me, tis very like it should be granted sir. Nay, goe not hence, Tis this, you haue the keeping of the fort, And I would wish you by the loue you ought To beare vnto me to deliuer it Into my hands. I am in hope thou art mad, to talke to me thus. But there is a reason to moue you to it, I would Kill the King, that wrong'd you and your daughter. Out traitor. Nay but stay, I cannot scape the deede once done Without I haue this fort. And should I help thee, now thy treacherous mind betraies it selfe. Come delay me not, Giue me a suddaine answere, already, The last is spoke, refuse my offerd loue, When it comes clad in secrets. If I say I will not, he will kill me, I doe see't writ In his lookes, and should I say I will, heele run and tell the King: I doe not shun your friendship deere Melantius, But this cause is weightie, giue me but an houre to thinke. Take it, — I know this goes vnto the King, But I am arm'd. Me thinkes I feele my selfe But twenty now agen, this fighting foole Wants policie, I shall reuenge my girle, And make her red againe, I pray, my legges Will last that pace that I will carrie them, I shall want breath before I finde the King, God saue you. Saue you sweete brother, In my blunt eye me thinkes you looke Euadn. Come, you would make, me blush. I would Euadne, I shall displease my ends els. You shall if you command me, I am bashfull, Come sir, how doe I looke. I would not haue your women heare me Breake into a commendations of you, it is not seemely. Goe waite me in the gallerie, — now speake. Ile lock your dores first. Why? I will not haue your guilded things that daunce In visitation with their millan skins Choake vp my businesse. You are strangely dispos'd sir. Good Madame, not to make you merry. No, if you praise me twill make me sad.