The Devil's Law Case (When Women Go to Law the Devil Is Full of Business) · chunk 42 of 45
Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1621] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
No, no, the world and I Have not made up our accounts yet. Shall I pray for you? Whether you do or no, I care not. O you have a dangerous voyage to take. No matter, I will be mine own Pilot: Do not you trouble your head with the business. Pray tell me, do not you meditate of death? Phew, I took out that Lesson, When I once lay sick of an Ague: I do now Labour for life, for life. Sir, can you tell me, Whether your Tolledo, or your Milan Blade Be best tempered? These things you know, are out of my practice. But these are things you know, I must practise with tomorrow. Were I in your case, I should present to myself strange shadows. Turn you, were I in your case, I should laugh at mine one shadow. Who has hired you to make me Coward? I would make you a good Christian. Withal, let me continue An honest man, which I am very certain, A coward can never be; you take upon you A physician's place, rather than a Divines. You go about to bring my body so low, I should sight i'th' Lists tomorrow like a Dormouse, And be made away in a slumber. Did you murder Contarino? That's a scurvy question now. Why sir? Did you ask it as a Confessor, or as a spy? As one that fain would justle the devil Out of your way. umh, you are but weakly made for't: he's a cunning wrestler, I can tell you, and has broke many a man's neck. But to give him the foil, goes not by strength. Let it go by what it will, Get me some good victuals to breakfast, I am hungry. Here's food for you. Pew, I am not to commence Doctor: For then the word, Devour that book, were proper. I am to fight, to fight sir, and I'll do't, As I would feed, with a good stomach. Can you feed, and apprehend death? Why sir? Is not Death A hungry companion? Say? is not the grave Said to be a great devourer? Get me some victuals. I knew a man that was to lose his head, Feed with an excellent good appetite, To strengthen his heart, scarce half an hour before. And if he did it, that only was to speak, What should I, that am to do? This confidence, If it be grounded upon truth, 'tis well. You must understand, that Resolution Should ever wait upon a noble death, As Captains bring their Soldiers out o'th' field, And come off last: for, I pray what is death? The safest Trench i'th' world to keep man free From Fortune's Gunshot; to be afraid of that, Would prove me weaker than a teeming woman, That does endure a thousand times more pain In bearing of a child.
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No, no, the world and I Haue not made vp our accounts yet. Shall I pray for you? Whether you doe or no, I care not. O you haue a dangerous voyage to take. No matter, I will be mine owne Pilot: Doe not you trouble your head with the businesse. Pray tell me, do not you meditate of death? Phew, I tooke out that Lesson, When I once lay sicke of an Ague: I doe now Labour for life, for life. Sir, can you tell me, Whether your Tolledo, or your Millain Blade Be best temper'd? These things you know, are out of my practice. But these are things you know, I must practice with to morrow. Were I in your case, I should present to my selfe strange shaddowes. Turne you, were I in your case, I should laugh at mine one shadow. Who has hired you to make me Coward? I would make you a good Christian. Withall, let me continue An honest man, which I am very certaine, A coward can neuer be; you take vpon you A Phisicians place, rather then a Diuines. You goe about to bring my body so low, I should sight i'th Lists to morrow like a Dormouse, And be made away in a slumber. Did you murder Contarino? That's a scuruy question now. Why sir? Did you aske it as a Confessor, or as a spie? As one that faine would iustle the deuill Out of your way. Vm, you are but weakly made for't: Hee's a cunning wrastler, I can tell you, and has broke many a mans necke. But to giue him the foyle, goes not by strength. Let it goe by what it will, Get me some good victuals to breakfast, I am hungry. Here's food for you. Pew, I am not to commence Doctor: For then the word, Deuoure that booke, were proper. I am to sight, to sight sir, and Ile doo't, As I would feed, with a good stomacke. Can you feed, and apprehend death? Why sir? Is not Death A hungry companion? Say? is not the graue Said to be a great deuourer? Get me some victuals. I knew a man that was to loose his head, Feed with an excellent good appetite, To strengthen his heart, scarce halfe an houre before. And if he did it, that onely was to speake, What should I, that am to doe? This confidence, If it be grounded vpon truth, tis well. You must vnderstand, that Resolution Should euer wayt vpon a noble death, As Captaines bring their Souldiers out o'th field, And come off last: for, I pray what is death? The safest Trench i'th world to keepe man free From Fortunes Gunshot; to be afraid of that, Would proue me weaker then a teeming woman, That does indure a thousand times more paine In bearing of a child.