Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.89 · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Such a sad commendations I have for you. Brother, the Court has made you witty, And learn to riddle. I praise the Court for't, has learned you nothing. Me? I Euadne, thou art young and handsome, A Lady of a sweet complexion, And such a flowing carriage, that it cannot Choose but inflame a Kingdom. Gentle brother. 'tis yet in thy repentance, foolish woman, To make me gentle. How is this. 'tis base, And I could blush at these years, through all My honoured scars: to come to such a parley. I understand ye not. You dare not fool, They that commit thy faults fly the remembrance. My faults sir, I would have you know I care not If they were written here, here in my forehead. Thy body is to little for the story, The lusts of which would fill another woman, Though she had twins within her. This is saucy, Look you intrude no more, there's your way. Thou art my way, and I will tread upon thee, Till I find truth out. What truth is that you look for? Thy long lost honour, would the gods had set me Rather to grapple with the plague, or stand One of their loudest bolts, come tell me quickly, Do it without enforcement, and take heed You swell me not above my temper. How sir? where got you this report. Where there was people in every place. They and the seconds of it are base people, Believe them not, they'll lie. Do not play with mine anger, do not wretch, I come to know that desperate fool, that drew thee From thy fair life, be wise and lay him open. Unhand me and learn manners, such another Forgetfulness forfeits your life. Quench me this mighty humour, and then tell me Whose whore you are, for you are one, I know it, Let all mine honours perish but i'll find him, Though he lie locked up in thy blood, come tell me, There is no facing it, and be not flattered, The burnt air when the dog rains, is not fouler Than thy contagious name, till thy repentance, If the gods grant thee any, purge thy sickness. begone, you are my brother that's your safety. I'll be a wolf first, 'tis to be thy brother An infamy below the sin of coward, I am as far from being part of thee, As thou art from thy virtue, seek a kindred 'mongst sensual beasts, and make a goat thy father, A goat is cooler, will you tell me yet. If you stay here and rail thus, I shall tell you, I'll ha' you whipped, get you to your command, And there preach to your sentinels, And tell them what a brave man you are, I shall laugh at you. You're grown a glorious whore, where be your Fighters, what mortal fool durst raise thee to this daring, And I alive, by my just sword, he'd Safer Bestride a billow when the angry North Ploughs up the sea, or made heavens fire his foe, Work me no hire, will you discovery yet.
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Such a sad commendations I haue for you. Brother, the Court has made you wittie, And learne to riddle. I praise the Court for't, has learnd you nothing. Me? I Euadne, thou art yong and hansome, A Lady of a sweete complexion, And such a flowing carriage, that it cannot Chuse but inflame a Kingdome. Gentle brother. Tis yet in thy repentance, foolish woman, To make me gentle. How is this. Tis base, And I could blush at these yeares, through all My honord scars: to come to such a parlie. I vnderstand ye not. You dare not foole, They that commit thy faults flie the remembrance. My faults sir, I would haue you know I care not If they were writte here, here in my forehead. Thy body is to little for the story, The lusts of which would fill another woman, Though she had twins within her. This is saucie, Looke you intrude no more, theres your way. Thou art my way, and I will tread vpon thee, Till I finde truth out. What truth is that you looke for? Thy long lost honor, would the gods had set me Rather to grapple with the plague, or stand One of their loudest bolts, come tell me quickly, Do it without inforcement, and take heede You swell me not aboue my temper. How sir? where got you this report. Where there was people in euery place. They and the seconds of it are base people, Beleeue them not, theile lie. Doe not play with mine anger, doe not wretch, I come to know that desperate foole, that drew thee From thy faire life, be wise and lay him open. Vnhand me and learne manners, such another Forgetfulnesse fo fits your life. Quench me this mighty humor, and then tell me Whose whore you are, for you are one, I know it, Let all mine honors perish but ile finde him, Though he lie lockt vp in thy blood, come tell me, There is no facing it, and be not flattered, The burnt aire when the dog raines, is not fouler Then thy contagious name, till thy repentance, If the gods grant thee any, purge thy sicknesse. Begon, you are my brother thats your safty. Ile be a woulfe first, tis to be thy brother An infamy below the sin of coward, I am as far from being part of thee, As thou art from thy vertue, seeke a kindred Mongst sensuall beasts, and make a goate thy father, A goate is cooler, will you tell me yet. If you stay here and raile thus, I shall tell you, Ile ha you whipt, get you to your command, And there preach to your Centinels, And tell thē what a braue man you are, I shal laugh at you. Y'are growne a glorious whore, where bee your Fighters, what mortall foole durst raise thee to this daring, And I aliue, by my iust sword, 'ad Safer Bestride a billow when the angry North Plowes vp the sea, or made heauens fire his foe, Worke me no hier, will you discouery yet.