Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.73 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Geometry? ay, to hang in a fair pair of slings, take his latter-swing in the World, upon an honourable pare of crutches, from hospital To hospital, fare ye well Sir. And yet do not you scorn us, for Places in the Court, are but likes beds in the hospital, where this Man's head lies at that man's foot, and so lower, and lower. I knew this fellow (seven years) in the Galleys, For a notorious murder, and 'twas thought The Cardinal suborned it: he was released By the French General (Gaston de Foux) When he recovered Naples. 'Tis great pity He should be thus neglected, I have heard He's very valiant: This foul melancholy Will poison all his goodness, for (I'll tell you) If too immoderate sleep, be truly said To be an inward rust unto the soul; It then doth follow want of action Breeds all black malcontents, and their close rearing (Like moths in cloth) do hurt for want of wearing. The Presence begins to fill, you promised me To make me the partaker of the natures Of some of your great Courtiers. The Lord Cardinals And other strangers, that are now in Court, I Shall: here comes the great Calabrian Duke. Who took the Ring oftenest? Antonia Bologna (my Lord) Our Sister duchess great Master of her household? Give him the jewel: when shall we leave this sportive-action, And fall to action indeed? methinks (my Lord) You should not desire to go to war, in person. Now, for some gravity: why (my Lord?) It is fitting a Soldier arise to be a Prince, but not necessary A Prince descend to be a Captain? Noah? No, (my Lord) He were far better do it by a Deputy. Why should he not as well sleep, or eat, by a Deputy? This might take idle, offensive, and base office from him, Whereas the other deprives him of honour. Believe my experience: that Realm is never long in quiet, Where the Ruler, is a Soldier. Thou toldst me Thy wife could not endure fighting. True (my Lord.) And of a jest, she broke of a Captain; She met, full of wounds: I have forgot it. She told him (my Lord) he was a pitiful fellow, to lie, Like the Children of Ismael all in Tents. Why, there's a wit were able to undo All the Chirurgeons o'the City, for although Gallants should quarrel, and had drawn their weapons, And were ready to go to it; yet her persuasions would Make them put up. That she would (my Lord) How do you like my Spanish jennet? He is all fire. I am of Pliney's opinion, I think he was begot by the wind, He runs, as if he were ballassed with Quicksilver. True (my Lord) he reels from the Tilt-often. Ha, ha, ha.
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Geometry? I, to hang in a faire paire of slings, take his latter-swinge in the World, vpon an honorable pare of Crowtches, from hospitall To hospitall, fare ye well Sir. And yet do not you scorne vs, for Places in the Court, are but likes beds in the hospitall, where this Mans head lies at that mans foote, and so lower, and lower. I knew this fellow (seauen yeares) in the Gallies, For a notorious murther, and 'twas thought The Cardinall suborn'd it: he was releas'd By the French Generall (Gaston de Foux) When he recouer'd Naples. 'Tis great pitty He should be thus neglected, I haue heard He's very valiant: This foule mellancholly Will poyson all his goodnesse, for (i'le tell you) If too immoderate sleepe, be truly sayd To be an inward rust vnto the soule; It then doth follow want of action Breeds all blacke male-contents, and their close rearing (Like mothes in cloath) doe hurt for want of wearing. The Presence 'gins to fill, you promis'd me To make me the partaker of the natures Of some of your great Courtiers. The Lord Cardinalls And other strangers, that are now in Court, I Shall: here comes the great Calabrian Duke. Who tooke the Ring oftnest? Antonia Bologna (my Lord) Our Sister Duchesse great Master of her houshold? Giue him the Iewell: when shall we leaue this sportiue-action, And fall to action indeed? Me thinkes (my Lord) You should not desire to go to war, in person. Now, for some grauity: why (my Lord?) It is fitting a Souldier arise to be a Prince, but not necessary A Prince descend to be a Captaine? Noe? No, (my Lord) He were far better do it by a Deputy. Why should he not aswell sleepe, or eate, by a Deputy? This might take idle, offensiue, and base office from him, Whereas the other depriues him of honour. Beleeue my experience: that Realme is neuer long in quiet, Where the Ruler, is a Souldier. Thou toldst me Thy wife could not endure fighting. True (my Lord.) And of a iest, she broke of a Captaine; She met, full of wounds: I haue forgot it. She told him (my Lord) he was a pittifull fellow, to lie, Like the Children of Ismael all in Tents. Why, there's a wit were able to vndoe All the Chyrurgeons o'the City, for although Gallants should quarrell, and had drawne their weapons, And were ready to goe to it; yet her perswasions would Make them put vp. That she would (my Lord) How doe you like my Spanish Gennit? He is all fire. I am of Pliny's opinion, I thinke he was begot by the wind, He runs, as if he were ballass'd with Quick-siluer. True (my Lord) he roles from the Tilt-often. Ha, ha, ha.