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 0.80 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I read this morning Strange stories of the passive fortitude Of men in former ages, which I thought Impossible, and not to be believed. But now I look on you, my wonder ceases. The reason Sir? Why Sir you have been whipped Whipped signior Graccho. And the whip I take it, Is to a Gentleman, the greatest trial That may be of his patience. Sir, I'll call you To a strict account for this. I'll not deal with you, Unless I have a Beadle for my second. And then I'll answer you. Farewell poor Graccho. Better and better still, If ever wrongs Could teach a wretch to find the way to vengeance, Hell now inspire me. How, the Lord Protector! My judge I thank him. Whether thus in private, I will not see him. If I am sought for, Say I am indisposed, and will not hear, Or suits, or suitors. But Sir, if the Princes inquire, what shall I answer? Say, I am rid Abroad to take the air, but by no means Let her know I am in Court. So I shall tell her. Within there, Ladies. My good Lord, your pleasure? prithee let me beg thy favour for access To the Duchess. In good sooth my Lord I dare not, She's very private. Come there's gold to buy thee A new gown, and a rich one. This will tempt me, I once swore If e'er I lost my maidenhead, it should be With a great Lord as you are, and I know not how, I feel a yielding inclination in me, If you have appetite. Pox on thy maidenhead, Where is thy Lady? If you venture on her, She's walking in the Gallery, perhaps You will find her less tractable. Bring me to her. I fear you'll have cold entertainment, when You are at your journey's end, and 'twere discretion To take a snatch by the way. prithee leave fooling, My page waits in the lobby, give him sweet meats, He is trained up for his Master's ease, And he will cool thee. A brave discovery beyond my hope, A plot even offered to my hand to work on, If I am dull now, may I live and die The scorn of worms & slaves, let me consider, My Lady and her Mother first committed In the favour of the Duchess, and I whipped, That with an Iron pen is writ in brass On my tough heart, now grown a harder metal, And all his bribed approaches to the Duchess To be concealed, good, good, This to my Lady, Delivered as I'll order it, runs her mad. But this may prove but courtship, let it be I care not so it feed her jealousy. Believe thy tears or oaths? Can it be hoped, After a practice so abhorred and horrid, Repentance e'er can find thee?
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I read this morning Strange stories of the passiue fortitude Of men in former ages, which I thought Impossible, and not to be beleeued. But now I looke on you, my wonder ceases. The reason Sir? Why Sir you haue been whip'd Whip'd signior Graccho. And the whip I take it, Is to a Gentleman, the greatest tryall That may be of his patience. Sir, I'le call you To a strickt account for this. I'le not deale with you, Vnlesse I haue a Beadle for my second. And then I'le answere you. Farewell poore Graccho. Better and better still, If euer wrongs Could teach a wretch to find the way to vengence, Hell now inspire me. How, the Lord Protector! My Iudge I thank him. Whether thus in priuate, I will not see him. If I am sought for, Say I am indispos'd, and will not heare, Or suits, or sutors. But Sir, if the Princes Enquire, what shall I answere? Say, I am rid Abrode to take the ayre, but by no meanes Let her know I am in Court. So I shall tell her. Within there, Ladies. My good Lord, your pleasure? Prethe let me begge thy fauor for accesse To the Dutches. In good sooth my Lord I dare not, She's verie priuate. Come ther's gold to buy thee A new gowne, and a rich one. This will tempt me, I once swore If e're I lost my maiden-head, it should be With a great Lord as you are, and I know not how, I feele a yeelding inclination in me, If you haue appitite. Poxe on thy maiden-head, Where is thy Lady? If you venter on her, She's walking in the Gallerie, perhaps You will find her lesse tractable. Bring me to her. I feare you'l haue cold entertainment, when You are at your iourneys end, and 'twere discretion To take a snatch by the way. Prethe leaue fooling, My page waites in the lobbie, giue him sweet meats, He is trayn'd vp for his Masters ease, And he will coole thee. A braue discouerie beyond my hope, A plot euen offer'd to my hand to worke on, If I am dull now, may I liue and dye The scorne of wormes & slaues, let me consider, My Lady and her Mother first committed In the fauor of the Dutches, and I whip'd, That with an Iron pen is writ in brasse On my tough hart, now growne a harder mettal, And all his brib'd approches to the Dutches To be conceal'd, good, good, This to my Lady, Deliuer'd as I'le order it, runs her mad. But this may proue but courtship, let it be I care not so it feed her Iealousie. Beleeue thy teares or oathes? Can it be hop'd, After a practice so abhor'd and horred, Repentance e're can find thee?