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 0.81 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
You would look up to Heaven, but I think The Devil, that rules i'th' air, stands in your light. Oh (Sir) you are Lord of the ascendant, Chief man with the Duchess, a Duke was your Cosen German, removed: Say you were lineally Descended from King Pippin, or he himself, What of this? search the heads of the greatest rivers in The World, you shall find them but bubbles of water: Some would think the souls of Princes were brought Forth by some more weighty cause, than those of meaner persons, They are deceived, there's the same hand to them: The like passions sway them, the same reason, that makes A Vicar go to Law for a tithe-pig, And undo his neighbours, makes them spoil A whole Province, and batter down goodly Cities, with the Cannon. Your arm Antonio, do I not grow fat? I am exceeding short-winded: Bosola, I would have you (Sir) provide for me a Litter, Such a one, as the Duchess of Florence road in. The Duchess used one, when she was great with child. I think she did: come hither, mend my ruff, Here, when? thou art such a tedious Lady; and Thy breath smells of lemon pills, would thou hadst done, Shall I sound under thy fingers? I am So troubled with the mother. I fear to much. I have heard you say, that the French Couriers Wear their hats on fore the King. I have seen it. In the Presence? Yes: Why should not we bring up that fashion? 'Tis ceremony more than duty, that consists In the removing of a piece of felt: Be you the example to the rest o'th' Court, Put on your hat first. You must pardon me: I have seen, in colder countries, then in France, Nobles stand bare to th'Prince; and the distinction My thought showed reverently. I have a present for your Grace. For me sir? Apricots (Madam.) O sir, where are they? I have heard of none to year. Good, her colour rises. Indeed I thank you: they are wondrous fair ones: What an unskilful fellow is our Gardener? We shall have none this month. Will not your Grace pare them? No, they taste of musk (methinks) indeed they do: I know not: yet I wish your Grace had pared'em: Why? I forgot to tell you the knave Gardner, (Only to raise his profit by them the sooner) Did ripen them in horse-dung. O you jest: You shall judge: pray taste one. Indeed Madam, I do not love the fruit. Sir, you are loath To rob us of our dainties: 'tis a delicate fruit, They say they are restorative? 'Tis a pretty Art: this grafting. 'Tis so: a bettering of nature. To make a pippin grow upon a crab, A damson on a black thorn: how greedily she eats them! A whirlwind strike off these bawd-farthingales, For, but for that, and the loose-bodied gown, I should have discovered apparently The young spring-hall cutting a caper in her belly.
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You would looke vp to Heauen, but I thinke The Diuell, that rules i'th'aire, stands in your light. Oh (Sir) you are Lord of the ascendant, Chiefe man with the Duchesse, a Duke was your Cosen German, remou'd: Say you were lineally Descended from King Pippin, or he himselfe, What of this? search the heads of the greatest riuers in The World, you shall finde them but bubles of water: Some would thinke the soules of Princes were brought Forth by some more weighty cause, then those of meaner persons, They are deceiu'd, there's the same hand to them: The like passions sway them, the same reason, that makes A Vicar goe to Law for a tithe-pig, And vndoe his neighbours, makes them spoile A whole Prouince, and batter downe goodly Cities, with the Cannon. Your arme Antonio, do I not grow fat? I am exceeding short-winded: Bosola, I would haue you (Sir) prouide for me a Littor, Such a one, as the Duchesse of Florence roade in. The Duchesse vs'd one, when she was great with childe▪ I thinke she did: come hether, mend my ruffe, Here, when? thou art such a tedious Lady; and Thy breath smells of Lymmon pils, would thou hadst done, Shall I ound vnder thy fingers? I am So troubled with the mother. I feare to much. I haue heard you say, that the French Courries Weare their hats on fore the King. I haue seene it. In the Presence? Yes: Why should not we bring vp that fashion? 'Tis ceremony more then duty, that consists In the remoouing of a peece of felt: Be you the example to the rest o'th' Court, Put on your hat first. You must pardon me: I haue seene, in colder countries, then in France, Nobles stand bare to th'Prince; and the distinction My thought show'd reuerently. I haue a present for your Grace. For me sir? Apricocks (Madam.) O sir, where are they? I haue heard of none to yeare. Good, her colour rises. Indeed I thanke you: they are wondrous faire ones: What an vnskilfull fellow is our Gardiner? We shall haue none this moneth. Will not your Grace pare them? No, they tast of muske (me thinkes) indeed they doe: I know not: yet I wish your Grace had parde'em: Why? I forgot to tell you the knaue Gardne, (Onely to raise his profit by them the sooner) Did ripen them in horse-doung. O you iest: You shall iudge: pray tast one. Indeed Madam, I doe not loue the fruit. Sir, you are loath To rob vs of our dainties: 'tis a delicate fruit, They say they are restoratiue? 'Tis a pretty Art: this grafting. 'Tis so: a bettring of nature. To make a pippin grow vpon a crab, A dampson on a black thorne: how greedily she eats them? A whirlewinde strike off these bawd-farthingalls, For, but for that, and the loose-bodied gowne, I should haue discouer'd apparently The young spring-hall cutting a caper in her belly.