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 0.84 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I will procure it. What stranger's this? Sooth me in all I say There is a main end in't. Beware. I am warned. Look up Sir cheerfully, comfort in me Flows strong lie to you. From whence came that sound? Was it from my Marcelia? if it were I rise and joy will give me wings to meet it. Nor shall your expectation be deferred But a few minutes, your Physicians are Mere voice, and no performance, I have found A man that can do wonders, do not binder The Duchess wisht recovery to inquire, Or what he is, or to give thanks, but leave him To work this miracle. Sure, 'tis my good Angel, I do obey in all things; be it death For any to disturb him, or come near Till he be pleased' call us, o be prosperous And make a Duke thy Bondman. 'tis my purpose I that to fall a long wisht sacrifice To my revenge can be a benefit. I'll first make fast the doors, so. You amaze me What follows now? A full conclusion Of all thy wishes, look on this Eugenia, e'en such a thing, the fair on earth (For whose delight the elements are ransacked And art with nature studies to preserve her, Must be when she is summoned to appear In the Court of death, but I lose time. What mean you? Disturb me not, your Ladyship looks pale But I, your doctor, have a ceruse for you, See my Eugenia, how many faces That are adored in Court borrow these helps, And pass for excellence, when the better part Of them are like to this, your mouth smells sour to, But here is that shall take away the scent, A precious antidote old Ladies use When they would kiss, knowing their gums are rotten: These hands to, that disdained to take a touch From any lip, whose honour writ not Lord Are now but as the coursest cash out I Am at the charge my bill not to be paid to To give them seeming bravery, so 'tis done How do you like my workmanship? I mble And thus to tyrannize upon the dead Is most inhuman. Come we for revenge, And can we think on pity? now to the upshot, And as it proves applaud it. My lord the Duke Enter with joy, and see the sudden chance Your servant's hand hath wrought. I live again In my full confidence that Marcelia may Pronounce my pardon. Can the speak yet? No, You must not look for all your joys at once, That will ask longer time. 'tis wondrous strange! By all the dues of love I have had from her, This hand seems as it was when first I kissed it, These lips invite to, I could ever feed Upon these roses, they still keep their colour And native sweetness, only the nectar's wanting That like the morning dew in flowery May Preserved them in their beauty.
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I will procure it. What stranger's this? Sooth me in all I say There is a maine end in't. Beware. I am warn'd. Looke vp Sir chearefully, comfort in me Flowes strong lie to you. From whence came that sound? Was it from my Marcelia? if it were I rise and ioy will giue me wings to meet it. Nor shall your expectation be deferrd But a few minuts, your Physicians are Meere voice, and no performance, I haue found A man that can do wonders, do not binder The Dutches wisht recouery to inquire, Or what he is, or to giue thankes, but leaue him To worke this miracle. Sure, 'tis my good Angell, I do obey in all things; be it death For any to disturbe him, or come neere Till he be pleasd' to call vs, ó be prosperous And make a Duke thy Bondman. Tis my pupose I that to fall a long wisht sacrifice To my reuenge can be a beefit. I'll first make fast the dores, soe. You amaze me What followes now? A full conclusion Of all thy wishes, looke on this Eugenia, Eu'n such a thing, the saire on earth (For whose delight the elements are ransack'd And art with nature studies to preserue her, Must be when she is summond to appeare In the Court of death, but I loose time. What meane you? Disturbe me not, your Ladiship lookes pale But I, your Docter, haue a ceruse for you, See my Eugenia, how many faces That are ador'd in Court borrow these helpes, And passe for excellence, when the bettet part Of them are like to this, your mouth smells soure to, But here is that shall take away the sent, A precious antidote old Ladies vse When they would kisse, knowing their gummes are rotten: These hands to, that disdaind' to take a touch From any lip, whose honour rit Lord Are now but as the coursest cah ut I Am at the charge my bill not to be paid to To giue them seeming baey, soe tis done How do you like my workmanship? I mble And thus to tirannize vpon the dead Is most inhumane. Come we for reuenge, And can we thinke on pitty? now to the vpshott, And as it proues applaud it. My lord the Duke Enter with ioy, and see the suddaine chance Your seruants hand hath wrought. I liue againe In my full confidence that Marcelia may Pronounce my pardon. Can the speake yet? No, You must not looke for all your ioyes at once, That will aske longer time. Tis wondrous strange! By all the dues of loue I haue had from her, This hand seemes as it was when first I kist it, These lips inuite to, I could euer feed Vpon these roses, they still keepe their colour And natiue sweetnesse, only the nectar's wanting That like the morning dew in flowry May Preseru'd them in their beauty.