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 0.78 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Most true: He ne'er pays debts, unless they be showed turns, And those he will confess, that he doth owe, Last: for his brother, there, (the Cardinal) They that do flatter him most, say Oracles Hang at his lips: and verily I believe them: For the Devil speaks in them. But for their sister, (the right noble Duchess) You never fixed you eye, on three fair Medals, Cast in one figure, of so different temper: For her discourse, it is so full of Rapture, You only will begin, than to be sorry When she doth end her speech: and wish (in wonder) She held it less vainglory, to talk much Then your penance, to hear her: whilst she speaks, She throws upon a man, so sweet a look, That it were able raise one to a Galliard That lay in a dead palsy; and to dote On that sweet countenance: but in that look, There speaketh so divine a continence, As cuts off all lascivious, and vain hope. Her days are practised in such noble virtue, That, sure her nights (nay more her very Sleeps) Are more in Heaven, then other ladies' Shrifts. Let all sweet Ladies, break their flattering Glasses, And dress themselves in her. Fie Antonio, You play the wiredrawer with her commendations. I'll case the picture up: only thus much, All her particular worth, grows to this some: She stains the time passed: lights the time to come, You must attend my Lady, in the gallery, Some half an hour hence. I shall. Sister, I have a suit to you: To me, Sir? A Gentleman here: Daniel de Bosola: One, that was in the Galleys. Yes, I know him: A worthy fellow he's: pray let me entreat for The provisorship of your horse. Your knowledge of him, Commends him, and prefers him. Call him hither, we now upon parting: Good Lord Silvio Do us commend to all our noble friends At the Leagues. Sir, I shall. You are for Milan? I am: Bring the Caroches: we'll bring you down to the Haven. Be sure you entertain that Bosola For your Intelligence: I would not be seen in't. And therefore many times I have slighted him, When he did court our furtherance: as this Morning. Antonio, the great Master of her household Had been far fitter: You are deceived in him, His Nature is too honest for such business, He comes: I'll leave you: I was lured to you. My brother here (the Cardinal) could never abide you. Never since he was in my debt. May be some oblique character in your face, made him suspect you? Doth he study physiognomy? There's no more credit, to be given to th'face, Then to a sick man's urine, which some call The physician's whore, because she cozens him: He did suspect me wrongfully:
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Most true: He neu'r paies debts, vnlesse they be shewed turnes, And those he will confesse, that he doth owe, Last: for his brother, there, (the Cardinall) They that doe flatter him most, say Oracles Hang at his lippes: and verely I beleeue them: For the Diuell speakes in them. But for their sister, (the right noble Duchesse) You neuer fix'd you eye, on three faire Meddalls, Cast in one figure, of so different temper: For her discourse, it is so full of Rapture, You onely will begin, then to be sorry When she doth end her speech: and wish (in wonder) She held it lesse vaine-glory, to talke much Then your pennance, to heare her: whilst she speakes, She throwes vpon a man, so sweet a looke, That it were able raise one to a Galliard That lay in a dead palsey; and to doate On that sweete countenance: but in that looke, There speaketh so diuine a continence, As cuts off all lasciuious, and vaine hope. Her dayes are practis'd in such noble vertue, That, sure her nights (nay more her very Sleepes) Are more in Heauen, then other Ladies Shrifts. Let all sweet Ladies, breake their flattring Glasses, And dresse themselues in her. Fye Antonia, You play the wire-drawer with her commendations. I'll case the picture vp: onely thus much, All her particular worth, growes to this somme: She staines the time past: lights the time to come, You must attend my Lady, in the gallery, Some halfe an houre hence. I shall. Sister, I haue a suit to you: To me, Sir? A Gentleman here: Daniel de Bosola: One, that was in the Gallies. Yes, I know him: A worthy fellow h'is: pray let me entreat for▪ The prouisorship of your horse. Your knowledge of him, Commends him, and prefers him. Call him heither, Wee now vpon parting: Good Lord Siluio Do vs commend to all our noble friends At the Leagues. Sir, I shall. You are for Millaine? I am: Bring the Carroches: we'll bring you down to the Hauen. Be sure you entertaine that Bosola For your Intelligence: I would not be seeene in't. And therefore many times I haue slighted him, When he did court our furtherance: as this Morning. Antonio, the great Master of her houshold Had beene farre fitter: You are deceiu'd in him, His Nature is too honest for such businesse, He comes: I'll leaue you: I was lur'd to you. My brother here (the Cardinall) could neuer abide you. Neuer since he was in my debt. May be some oblique character in your face, made him suspect you? Doth he study Phisiognomie? There's no more credit, to be giuen to th'face, Then to a sicke mans vryn, which some call The Physitians whore, because she cozens him: He did suspect me wrongfully: