The Devil's Law Case (When Women Go to Law the Devil Is Full of Business) · chunk 30 of 45
Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1621] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Anne's Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.70 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Have you broke fast yet? Not I sir. 'Twas very ill done of you: For this cause will be long a pleading; but not matter, I have a modicum in my Buckram bag, To stop your stomach. What is't? Greene ginger? Greene ginger, nor Pellitory of Spain neither, Yet 'twill stop a hollow tooth better than either of them. Pray what is't? Look you, It is a very lovely Pudding-pie, Which we Clerks find great relief in. I shall have no stomach. No matter and you have not, I may pleasure Some of our Learned Council with't; I have done it Many a time and often, when a Cause Has proved like an aftergame at Irish. 'tis a strange Suit, is Leonora come. She's here my Lord; make way there for the Lady. Take off her Veil: it seems she is ashamed To look her cause i'th' face. she's sick, my Lord. she's mad my Lord, & would be kept more dark. By your favour sir, I have now occasion to be at your elbow, and within this half hour shall entreat you to be angry, very angry. Is Romelio come? I am here my Lord, and called I do protest, To answer what I know not, for as yet I am wholly ignorant, of what the Court Will charge me with. I assure you, the proceeding Is most unequal then, for I perceive, The Council of the adverse party furnished With full Instruction. Pray my Lord, who is my accuser? 'tis your mother. She has discovered Contarino's murder: If she prove so unnatural, to call My life in question, I am armed to suffer This to end all my losses. Sir, we will do you this favour, You shall hear the Accusation, Which being known, we will adjourn the Court, Till a fortnight hence, you may provide your Counsel. I advise you, take their proffer, Or else the Lunacy runs in a blood, You are more mad than she. What are you sir? An angry fellow that would do thee good, For goodness sake itself, I do protest, Neither for love nor money. Prithee stand further, I shall gall your gout else. Come, come, I know you for an East Indy Merchant, You have a spice of pride in you still. My Lord, I am so strengthened in my innocence, For any the least shadow of a crime, Committed 'gainst my mother, or the world, That she can charge me with, here do I make it My humble suit, only this hour and place, May give it as full hearing, and as free, And unrestrained a Sentence. Be not too confident you have cause to fear. Let fear dwell with Earthquakes, Shipwracks at Sea, or Prodigies in heaven, I cannot set myself so many fathom Beneath the height of my true heart, as fear. Very fine words I assure you, if they were to any
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Length
486 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.704 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Haue you broke fast yet? Not I sir. 'Twas very ill done of you: For this cause will be long a pleading; but not matter, I haue a modicum in my Buckram bagg, To stop your stomacke. What ist? Greene ginger? Greene ginger, nor Pellitory of Spaine neither, Yet 'twill stop a hollow tooth better then either of them. Pray what ist? Looke you, It is a very louely Pudding-pye, Which we Clerkes find great reliefe in. I shall haue no stomacke. No matter and you haue not, I may pleasure Some of our Learned Councell with't; I haue done it Many a time and often, when a Cause Has prooued like an after-game at Irish. Tis a strange Suite, is Leonora come. She's here my Lord; make way there for the Lady. Take off her Vaile: it seemes she is ashamed To looke her cause i'th face. Shee's sicke, my Lord. Shee's mad my Lord, & would be kept more dark. By your fauour sir, I haue now occasion to be at your elbow, and within this halfe houre shall intreat you to bee angry, very angry. Is Romelio come? I am here my Lord, and call'd I doe protest, To answer what I know not, for as yet I am wholly ignorant, of what the Court Will charge me with. I assure you, the proceeding Is most vnequall then, for I perceiue, The Councell of the aduerse partie furnisht With full Instruction. Pray my Lord, who is my accuser? Tis your mother. Shee has discouered Contarino's murder: If shee prooue so vnnaturall, to call My life in question, I am arm'd to suffer This to end all my losses. Sir, we will doe you this fauour, You shall heare the Accusation, Which being knowne, we will adiourne the Court, Till a fortnight hence, you may prouide your Counsell. I aduise you, take their proffer, Or else the Lunacy runnes in a blood, You are more mad then shee. What are you sir? An angry fellow that would doe thee good, For goodnesse sake it selfe, I doe protest, Neither for loue nor money. Prethee stand further, I shal gall your gowt else. Come, come, I know you for an East Indy Marchant, You haue a spice of pride in you still. My Lord, I am so strengthned in my innocence, For any the least shaddow of a crime, Committed gainst my mother, or the world, That shee can charge me with, here doe I make it My humble suite, onely this houre and place, May giue it as full hearing, and as free, And vnrestrain'd a Sentence. Be not too confident you haue cause to feare. Let feare dwell with Earth-quakes, Shipwracks at Sea, or Prodegies in heauen, I cannot set my selfe so many fathome Beneath the haight of my true heart, as feare. Very fine words I assure you, if they were to any