The Devil's Law Case (When Women Go to Law the Devil Is Full of Business) · chunk 15 of 45
Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1621] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
What should move you? Put forth that harsh Interrogatory, if these eyes Ever saw my wife do the thing you wot of. Why I'll tell you, Most radically to try your patience, And the mere question shows you but a dunce in't. It has made you angry; there's another lawyer's beard In your forehead, you do bristle. You are very conceited: But come, this is not the right way to cure you. I must talk to you like a Divine. I have heard some talk of it very much, and many times to their auditor's impatience; but I pray, What practice do they make of't in their lives? They are too full of choler with living honest, And some of them not only impatient Of their own sleightest injuries, but stark mad, At one another's preferment: now to you sir, I have lost three goodly Carracks. So I hear. The very Spice in them, Had they been shipwrecked here upon our coast, Would have made all our Sea a Drench. All the sick horses in Italy Would have been glad of your loss them. You are conceited too, Come, come, come, You gave those ships most strange, most dreadful, And unfortunate names, I never looked they'd prosper. Is there any ill Omen in giving names to ships? Did you not call one, The Storms Defiance; Another, The Scourge of the Sea; and the third, The great Leviathan? Very right sir. Very devilish names All three of them: and surely I think, They were cursed in their very cradles, I do mean, When they were upon their Stocks. Come, you are superstitious, I'll give you my opinion, and 'tis serious: I am persuaded there came not Cuckolds enough To the first Launching of them, And 'twas that made them thrive the worse for't. Oh your Cuckold's handsel is prayed for i'th' City. I will hear no more, Give me thy hand, my intent of coming hither, Was to persuade you to patience; as I live, If ever I do visit you again, It shall be to entreat you to be angry, sure I will, I'll be as good as my word, believe it. So sir: how now? Are the screech-owls abroad already? What a dismal noise yond bell makes, Sure some great person's dead. No such matter, It is the common Bellman goes about, To publish the sale of goods. Why do they ring before my gate thus? Let them intoth' Court, I cannot understand What they say. For pity's sake, you that have tears to shed, Sigh a soft Requiem, and let fall a Bead, For two unfortunate Nobles, whose sad fate Leaves them both dead, and excommunicate: No churchman's prayer to comfort their last groans, No sacred seed of earth to hide their bones; But as their fury wrought them out of breath, The Canon speaks them guilty of their own death. What Noble men I pray sir? The Lord Ercole, and the noble Contarino, Both of them slain in single combat.
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What should mooue you? Put forth that harsh Interrogatory, if these eyes Euer saw my wife doe the thing you wot of. Why Ile tell you, Most radically to try your patience, And the meere question shewes you but a Dunse in't. It has made you angry; there's another Lawyers beard In your forehead, you doe brissle. You are very conceited: But come, this is not the right way to cure you. I must talke to you like a Diuine. I haue heard some talk of it very much, and many times to their Auditors impatience; but I pray, What practise doe they make of't in their liues? They are too full of choller with liuing honest, And some of them not onely impatient Of their owne sleightest iniuries, but starke mad, At one anothers preferment: now to you sir, I haue lost three goodly Carracks. So I heare. The very Spice in them, Had they been shipwrackt heere vpon our coast, Would haue made all our Sea a Drench. All the sicke horses in Italy Would haue been glad of your losse them. You are conceited too, Come, come, come, You gaue those ships most strange, most dreadfull, And vnfortunate names, I neuer lookt they'd prosper. Is there any ill Omen in giuing names to ships? Did you not call one, The Stormes Defiance; Another, The Scourge of the Sea; and the third, The great Leuiathan? Very right sir. Very deuillish names All three of them: and surely I thinke, They were curst in their very cradles, I doe meane, When they were vpon their Stockes. Come, you are superstitious, Ile giue you my opinion, and tis serious: I am perswaded there came not Cuckolds enow To the first Launching of them, And 'twas that made them thriue the worse for't. Oh your Cuckolds hansell is praid for i'th Citie. I will heare no more, Giue me thy hand, my intent of comming hither, Was to perswade you to patience; as I liue, If euer I doe visit you agen, It shall be to intreat you to be angry, sure I will, Ile be as good as my word, beleeue it. So sir: how now? Are the Scritch-owles abroad already? What a dismall noyse yon bell makes, Sure some great person's dead. No such matter, It is the common Bell-man goes about, To publish the sale of goods. Why doe they ring before my gate thus? Let them into'th Court, I cannot vnderstand What they say. For pities sake, you that haue teares to shed, Sigh a soft Requiem, and let fall a Bead, For two vnfortunate Nobles, whose sad fate Leaues them both dead, and excommunicate: No Churchmans prayer to comfort their last groanes, No sacred seed of earth to hide their bones; But as their fury wrought them out of breath, The Canon speakes them guiltie of their owne death. What Noble men I pray sir? The Lord Ercole, and the noble Contarino, Both of them slaine in single combat.