Massinger, Philip · published 1623 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1623] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
TAke every man his flagon: give the oath To all you meet: I am this day, the state drunkard, (I am sure against my will) And if you find A man at ten, that's sober, he's a Traitor, And in my name arrest him. Very good Sir: But say he be a Sexton? If the bells, Ring out of tune, as if the street were burning, And he cry 'tis rare Music: bid him sleep, 'Tis a sign he has took his liquor; And if you meet An officer preaching of sobriety, Unless he read it in Geneva print, Lay him by the heels. But think you 'tis a fault To be found sober? It is Capital Treason, Or if you Mitigate it, Let such pay forty Crowns to the poor; But give a pension To all the magistrates, you find singing catches, Or their Wives dancing; For the Courtiers reeling, And the Duke himself, (I dare not say distempered, But kind, and in his tottering chair carousing) They do the country service. If you meet, One that eats bread, a child of Ignorance, And bred up in the darkness of no drinking, In the true posture, though he die in the taking His drench, it skills not: What's a private man For the public honour? we have nought else to think on. And so dear friends, copartners in my travails Drink hard; and let the health run through the City, Until it reel again: and with me cry: Long live the Duchess. Here are two Lords; what think you? Shall we give the oath to them? Fie, no: I know them, You need not swear 'em; your Lord, by his patent Stands bound to take his rouse. Long line the Duchess. The cause of this. But yesterday the court, Wore the sad livery of distrust, and fear; No smile, not in a buffoon to be seen, Or common jester; The great Duke himself, Had sorrow in his face: which waited on By his mother, sister, and his fairest Duchess, Dispersed a silent mourning through all Milan: As if some great blow had been given the State, Or were at least expected. Stephano, I know, as you are noble, you are honest, And capable of secrets, of more weight, Then now I shall deliver. If that Sforza, The present Duke, (though his whole life hath been, But one continued pilgrimage, through dangers, Affrights, and horrors: which, his Fortune, guided By his strong judgement, still hath overcome) Appears now shaken, it deserves no wonder. All that his youth hath laboured for: the harvest Sown by his industry, ready to be reaped, to, Being now at the stake; And all his hopes confirmed, Or lost for ever. I know no such hazard: The people well affected; And so wisely His provident care hath wrought: that though war rages In most parts of our western world, there is No enemy near us.
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TAke euery man his flagon: giue the oath To al you meet: I am this day, the state drunkard, (I am sure against my will) And if you finde A man at ten, that's sober, hee's a Traitor, And in my name arrest him. Very good Sir: But say hee be a Sexton? If the bells, Ring out of tune, as if the street were burning, And he cry'tis rare Musicke: bid him sleepe, 'Tis a signe he has tooke his liquour; And if you meet An officer preaching of sobriety, Vnlesse he read it in Geneua print, Lay him by the heeles. But thinke you tis a fault To be found sober? It is Capitall Treason, Or if you Mittigate it, Let such pay Fortie Crownes to the poore; But giue a pention To all the magistrates, you find singing catches, Or their Wiues dauncing; For the Courtiers reeling, And the Duke himselfe, (I dare not say distemperd, But kind, and in his tottering chaire carousing) They doe the countrie seruice. If you meet, One that eates bread, a child of Ignorance, And bred vp in the darkenesse of no drinking, In the true posture, though he die in the taking His drench, it skilles not: What's a priuate man For the publike honour? we haue nought else to thinke on. And so deere friends, copartners in my trauailes Drinke hard; and let the health run through the City, Vntill it reele againe: and with me crie: Long liue the Dutches. Heere are two Lords; what thinke you? Shall we giue the oath to them? Fie, no: I know them, You neede not sweare 'em; your Lord, by his pattent Stands bound to take his rouse. Long line the Dutches. The cause of this. But yesterday the court, Wore the sad liuerie of distrust, and feare; No smile, not in a buffon to bee seene, Or common iester; The great Duke himselfe, Had sorrow in his face: which waited on By his mother, sister, and his fairest Dutches, Dispers'd a silent mourning through all Millaine: As if some great blow had been giuen the State, Or were at least expected. Stephano, I know, as you are noble, you are honest, And capable of secrets, of more weight, Then now I shall deliuer. If that Sforza, The present Duke, (though his whole life hath beene, But one continued pilgrimage, through dangers, Affrights, and horrors: which, his Fortune, guided By his strong Iudgement, still hath ouercome) Appeares now shaken, it deserues no wonder. All that his youth hath laboured for: the haruest Sowen by his industry, readie to be reap'd, to, Being now at the stake; And all his hopes confirmd, Or lost for euer. I know no such hazard: The people well affected; And so wisely His prouident care hath wrought: that though warre rages In most parts of our westerne world, there is No enemie neere vs.