Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
A word with you, Deny it not, I was that man disguised, You know my temper, and as you respect A daily cudgeling for one whole year, Without a second pulling by the ears, Or tweaks by the nose, or the most precious balm You used of patience, patience do you mark me, Confess before these kings with what base fear Thou didst deliver it. Oh! I shall burst, And if I have not instant liberty To tear this fellow limb by limb, the wrong Will break my heart, although Herculean, And somewhat bigger; there's my gage, pray you here Let me redeem my credit. Ha, ha, forbear. Pray you let me take it up, and if I do not Against all odds of armour and of weapons, With this make him confess it on his knees, Cut off my head. No, that is my office. Fie, you take the hangman's place. Nay good my Lord Let me atone this difference, do not suffer Our bridal night to be the Centaur's feast, You are a Knight and bound by oath to grant All just suits unto Ladies; for my sake Forget your supposed wrong. Well, let him thank yond, For your sake he shall live, perhaps a day, And may be, on submission longer, Nay, Martell, you must be patient. I am yours, And this slave shall be once more mine. Sit all; One health, and so to bed, for I too long Defer my choicest delicates. Which if poison Have any power, thou shalt like Tantalus Behold and never taste; be careful. Fear not. Though it be rare in our sex, yet for once I will begin a health. Let it come freely. Lecure, the cup; here to the son we hope This night shall be an embryon. You have named A blessing that I most desired, I pledge you, Give me a larger cup, that is too little Unto so great a god. Nay, then you wrong me, Follow as I began. Well as you please. Is't done? Unto your wish, I warrant you, For this night I durst trust him with my mother. So, 'tis gone round, lights. Pray you use my service. 'Tis that which I shall ever owe you Madam, And must have none from you, pray you pardon me. Good rest to all. And to you pleasant labour: Martell your company, Madam good night. Nay you have cause to blush, but I will hide it, And what's more I forgive you; is't not pity That thou that art the first to enter combat With any woman, and what is more, o'ercome her, (In which she is best pleased,) should be so fearful To mere a man. Why would you have me lose That blood that is dedicated to your service, In any other quarrel? No, reserve it As I will study to preserve thy credit, You sirrah; be't your care to find out one That is poor though valiant, that at any rate Will, to redeem my servant's reputation, Receive a public baffling. Would your highness Were pleased to inform me better of your purpose:
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A word with you, Denie it not, I was that man disguisde, You know my temper, and as you respect A dayly cudgelling for one whole yeare, Without a second pulling by the eares, Or tweakes by the nose, or the most pretious balme You vsde of patience, patience do you marke me, Confesse before these kings with what base feare Thou didst deliuer it. Oh! I shall burst, And if I haue not instant liberty To teare this fellow limbe by limbe, the wrong Will breake my hart, although Herculean, And somewhat bigger; there's my gage, pray you here Let me redeme my credit. Ha, ha, forbeare. Pray you let me take it vp, and if I do not Against all ods of armor and of weapons, With this make him confesse it on his knees, Cut off my hcad. No, that is my office. Fie, you take the hangmans place. Nay good my Lord Let me attone this difference, do not suffer Our bridall night to be the Centaures feast, You are a Knight and bound by oath to grant All iust suits vnto Ladies; for my sake Forget your supposde wrong. Well, let him thanke yon, For your sake he shall liue, perhaps a day, And may be, on submission longer, Nay, Martell, you must bee patient. I am yours, And this slaue shall be once more mine. Sit all; One health, and so to bed, for I too long Deferre my choifest delicates. Which if poyson Haue any power, thou shalt like Tantalus Behold and neuer taste; be carefull. Feare not. Though it be rare in our sex, yet for once I will begin a health. Let it come freely. Lecure, the cup; heere to the sonne we hope This night shall be an Embrion. You haue namde A blessing that I most desirde, I pledge you, Giue me a larger cup, that is too little Vnto so great a god. Nay, then you wrong me, Follow as I began. Well as you please. Ist done? Vnto your wish, I warrant you, For this night I durst trust him with my mother. So, 'tis gone round, lights. Pray you vse my seruice. 'Tis that which I shall euer owe you Madam, And must haue none from you, pray you pardon me. Good rest to all. And to you pleasant labour: Martell your company, Madam good night. Nay you haue cause to blush, but I will hide it, And what's more I forgiue you; ist not pitty That thou that art the first to enter combat With any woman, and what is more, orecome her, (In which she is best pleasde,) should be so fearefull To meere a man. Why would you haue me lose That blood that is dedicated to your seruice, In any other quarrell? No, reserue it As I will study to preserue thy credit, You sirha; be't your care to finde out one That is poore though valiant, that at any rate Will, to redeeme my seruants reputation, Receaue a publike baffling. Would your highnesse Were pleas'd to informe me better of your purpose: