The Devil's Law Case (When Women Go to Law the Devil Is Full of Business) · chunk 44 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 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Ha, what says he? Contarino living? ay, ay, he means he would have Contarino's living Bestowed upon his Monastery, 'tis that He only fishes for. So, 'tis break of day, We shall be called to the combat presently. I am sorry for one thing. What's that? That I made not mine own Ballad: I do fear I shall be roguishly abused in Meeter, If I miscarry. Well, if the young Capuchin Do not talk a'th' flesh as fast now to your mother, As he did to us a'th' spirit; if he do, 'tis not the first time that the prison royal Has been guilty of close committing. Now toth' Combat. Contarino living? Yes Madam, he is living, and Ercole's Second. Why has he locked us up thus? Some evil Angel Makes him deaf to his own safety, we are shut Into a Turret, the most desolate prison Of all the Castle, and his obstinacy, Madness, or secret fate, has thus prevented, The saving of his life. Oh the saving Contarino's, His is worth nothing: for heaven's sake call louder. To little purpose. I will leap these Battlements, And may I be found dead time enough, To hinder the combat. Oh look upwards rather, Their deliverance must come thence: to see how heaven, Can invert man's firmest purpose: his intent Of murdering Contarino, was a mean To work his safety, and my coming hither To save him, is his ruin: wretches turn The tide of their good fortune, and being drenched In some presumptuous and hidden sins, While they aspire to do themselves most right, The devil that rules i'th' ay re, hangs in their light. Oh they must not be lost thus; some good christian come within our hearing: open the other casement that looks into the city. Madam, I shall. Give the appellant his Summons, do the like To the Defendant. Can any of you allege aught, why the Combat Should not proceed? Nothing. Have the Knights weighed, And measured their weapons? They have. Proceed then to the battle, and may heaven Determine the right. Soit le Battle, et Victory a ceux que droit. Stay, I do not well know whither I am going: 'Twere needful therefore, though at the last gasp, To have some Church man's prayer. Run I pray thee, To Castle Novo; this key will release A Capuchin and my mother, whom I shut Into a Turret, bid them make haste, and pray I may be dead ere he comes. Now, Victory a ceux que droit. Hold, hold, for heaven's sake hold. What are these that interrupt the combat? Away to prison with them. We have been prisoners too long: Oh sir, what mean you? Contarino's living. Living! Behold him living. You were but now my second, now I make you myself for ever. Oh here's one between, Claims to be nearer. And to you dear Lady, I have entirely vowed my life.
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Ha, what sayes he? Contarino liuing? I, I, he meanes he would haue Contarino's liuing Bestowed vpon his Monastery, 'tis that He onely fishes for. So, 'tis breake of day, We shall be call'd to the combate presently. I am sory for one thing. What's that? That I made not mine owne Ballad: I doe feare I shall be roguishly abused in Meeter, If I miscarry. Well, if the young Capuchin Doe not talke a'th flesh as fast now to your mother, As he did to vs a'th spirit; if he doe, Tis not the first time that the prison royall Has been guiltie of close committing. Now to'th Combate. Contarino liuing? Yes Madam, he is liuing, and Ercoles Second. Why has he lockt vs vp thus? Some euill Angell Makes him deafe to his owne safetie, we are shut Into a Turret, the most desolate prison Of all the Castle, and his obstinacy, Madnesse, or secret fate, has thus preuented, The sauing of his life. Oh the sauing Contarino's, His is worth nothing: for heauens sake call lowder. To little purpose. I will leape these Battlements, And may I be found dead time enough, To hinder the combate. Oh looke vpwards rather, Their deliuerance must come thence: to see how heauen, Can inuert mans firmest purpose: his intent Of murthering Contarino, was a meane To worke his safety, and my comming hither To saue him, is his ruine: wretches turne The tide of their good fortune, and being drencht In some presumptuous and hidden sinnes, While they aspire to doe themselues most right, The deuil that rules ith ay re, hangs in their light. Oh they must not be lost thus; some good christian come within our hearing: ope the other casement that looks into the citie. Madam, I shall. Giue the Appealant his Summons, doe the like To the Defendant. Can any of you alledge ought, why the Combate Should not proceed? Nothing. Haue the Knights weighed, And measured their weapons? They haue. Proceed then to the battell, and may heauen Determine the right. Soit le Battaile, et Victory a ceux que droit. Stay, I doe not well know whither I am going: 'Twere needfull therefore, though at the last gaspe, To haue some Church mans prayer. Run I pray thee, To Castle Nouo; this key will release A Capuchin and my mother, whom I shut Into a Turret, bid them make hast, and pray I may be dead ere he comes. Now, Victory a ceux que droit. Hold, hold, for heauens sake hold. What are these that interrupt the combate? Away to prison with them. We haue been prisoners too long: Oh sir, what meane you? Contarino's liuing. Liuing! Behold him liuing. You were but now my second, now I make you My selfe for euer. Oh here's one betweene, Claimes to be neerer. And to you deare Lady, I haue entirely vowed my life.