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 0.86 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
You thought, sirrah, To put a trick on me for the relation Of what I knew before, and having won Some weighty secret from me, in revenge To play the traitor. Know thou wretched thing, By my command thou wert whipped, & every day I'll have thee freshly tortured, if thou miss In the lest charge that I impose upon thee, Though what I speak, for the most part is true. Nay, grant thou hadst a thousand witnesses To be deposed they heard it, 'tis in me With one word (such is Sforza's confidence Of my fidelity not to be shaken) To make all void, and ruin my accusers. Therefore look to't, bring my wife hotly on T'accuse me to the Duke (I have an end in't) Or think, what 'tis makes man most miserable, And that shall fall upon thee. Thou wert a fool To hope by being acquainted with my courses To curb and awe me, or that I should live Thy slave, as thou didst saucily divine. For prying in my counsels, still live mine. I am caught on both sides. This 'tis for a puny In Policies Protean School, to try conclusions With one that hath commenced & gone out doctor. If I discover, what but now he bragged of, I shall not be believed. If I fall off From him, his threats and actions go together. And there's no hope of safety, till I get A plummet, that may sound his deepest counsels. I must obey and serve him. Want of skill Now makes me play the rogue against my will. Command me from his sight, & with such scorn As he would rate his slave. 'T was in his fury. And he repents it madam. Was I borne To observe his humours, or, because he dotes, Must I run mad? If that your Excellence Would please but to receive a feeling knowledge Of what he suffers, and how deep the least Unkindness wounds from you, you would excuse His hasty language. He hath paid the forfeit Of his offence, I'm sure, with such a sorrow, As, if it had been greater, would deserve A full remission. Why, perhaps he hath it, And I stand more afflicted for his absence, Than he can be for mine? So pray you, tell him. But till I have digested some sad thoughts, And reconciled passions that are at war Within myself, I purpose to be private. And have you care, unless it be Francisco, That no man be admitted. How Francisco! He, that at every stage keeps livery Mistresses, The stallion of the State! They are things above us, And so no way concern us. If I were The Duke (I freely must confess my weakness) I should wear yellow breeches. Here he comes. Nay spare your labour, Lady, we know our exit, And quit the room.
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You thought, sirra, To put a trick on me for the relation Of what I knew before, and hauing woon Some weightie secret from me, in reuenge To play the traytor. Know thou wretched thing, By my command thou wert whip'd, & euery day I'le haue thee freshly tortur'd, if thou misse In the lest charge that I impose vpon thee, Though what I speake, for the most part is true. Nay, grant thou had'st a thousand witnesses To be depos'd they heard it, 'tis in me With one word (such is Sforza's confidence Of my fidelitie not to be shaken) To make all void, and ruine my accusers. Therefore looke to't, bring my wife hotly on T'accuse me to the Duke (I haue an end in't) Or thinke, what 'tis makes man most miserable, And that shall fall vpon thee. Thou wert a foole To hope by being acquainted with my courses To curbe and awe me, or that I should liue Thy slaue, as thou did'st sawcily diuine. For prying in my councels, still liue mine. I am caught on both sides. This 'tis for a punie In Policies Protean Schoole, to try conclusions With one that hath commenc'd & gon out doctor. If I discouer, what but now he bragg'd of, I shall not be beleeu'd. If I fall off From him, his threats and actions go togeither. And ther's no hope of safetie, till I get A plummet, that may sound his deepest counsels. I must obey and serue him. Want of skill Now makes me play the rogue against my will. Command me from his sight, & with such scorne As he would rate his slaue. 'T was in his furie. And he repents it Madame. Was I borne To 'obserue his humors, or, because he dotes, Must I run mad? If that your Excellence Would please but to receiue a feeling knowledge Of what he suffers, and how deepe the least Vnkindnesse wounds from you, you would excuse His hastie language. He hath payed the forfeit Of his offence, I'me sure, with such a sorrow, As, if it had been greater, would deserue A full remission. Why, perhaps he hath it, And I stand more afflicted for his absence, Then he can be for mine? So pray you, tell him. But till I haue digested some sad thoughts, And reconcil'd passions that are at warre Within my selfe, I purpose to be priuate. And haue you care, vnlesse it be Francisco, That no man be admitted. How Francisco! He, that at euerie stage keeps liuerie Mistresses, The stallion of the State! They are things aboue vs, And so no way concerne vs. If I were The Duke (I freely must confesse my weakenesse) I should weare yellow breeches. Here he comes. Nay spare your labour, Lady, we know our exit, And quit the roome.