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 0.82 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
In sooth I'll tell you: Now all the Court's asleep, I thought the Devil Had least to do here; I came to say my prayers, And if it do offend you, I do so, You are a fine Courtier. This fellow will undo me; You gave the Duchess Apricots today, Pray heaven they were not poisoned? Poisoned? a spanish fig For the imputation. Traitors are ever confident, Till they are discovered: There were jewels stolen too, In my conceit, none are to be suspected More than yourself. You are a false steward. Saucy slave: I'll pull thee up by the roots; May be the ruin will crush you to pieces. You are an impudent snake indeed (sir) Are you scarce warm, and do you show your sting? You Libel well (sir.) No (sir,) Copy it out: and I will set my hand to't. My nose bleeds: One that were superstitious, would count This ominous: when it merely comes by chance. Two letters, that are wrought here, for my name Are drowned in blood: mere accident: for you (sir) I'll take order: I'th' morn you shall be safe: 'tis that must colour Her lying-in: sir, this door you pass not: I do not hold it fit, that you come near The Duchess lodgings, till you have quite yourself; The Great are like the Base; nay, they are the same. When they seek shameful ways, to avoid shame. Antonio here about, did drop a Paper, Some of your help (false-friend) oh, here it is: What's here? a child's Nativity calculated? The Duchess was delivered of a Son, 'tween the hours twelve, and one, in the night▪ Anno Dom: 1504. (that's this year) decimo nono Decembris, (that's this night) taken according to the Meridian of Malfi (that's our Duchess: happy discovery) The Lord of the first house, being combust in the ascendant, signifies short life: and Mars being in a human sign, joined to the tail of the Dragon, in the eight house, doth threaten a violent death; Caeteta non scrutantur. Why now 'tis most apparent: This precise fellow Is the Duchess Bawd: I have it to my wish: This is a parcel of Intelligency Our Courtiers were cased-up for? It needs must follow, That I must be committed, on pretence Of poisoning her: which I'll endure, and laugh at: If one could find the father now: but that Time will discover; Old Castruchio I'th' morning posts to Rome; by him I'll send A Letter, that shall make her brother's Galls o'erflow their Livers, this was a thrifty way. Though Lust do mask in ne'er so strange disguise, She's oft found witty, but is never wise. Sit: thou art my best of wishes, prithee tell me What trick didst thou invent to come to Rome, Without thy husband. Why, (my Lord) I told him I came to visit an old Anchorite Hear, for devotion Thou art a witty false one: I mean to him. You have prevailed with me Beyond my strongest thoughts: I would not now Find you inconstant.
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In sooth I'll tell you: Now all the Court's asleepe, I thought the Diuell Had least to doe here; I came to say my prayers, And if it doe offend you, I doe so, You are a fine Courtier. This fellow will vndoe me; You gaue the Dutchesse Apricocks to day, Pray heauen they were not poysond? Poysond? a spanish figge For the imputation. Traitors are euer confident, Till they are discouer'd: There were Iewels stolne too, In my conceit, none are to be suspected More then your selfe. You are a false steward. Sawey slaue: I'll pull thee vp by the rootes; May be the ruyne will crush you to peeces. You are an impudent snake indeed (sir) Are you scarce warme, and doe you shew your sting? You Libell well (sir.) No (sir,) Copy it out: and I will set my hand to't. My nose bleedes: One that were superstitious, would coun This ominous: when it meerely comes by chance. Two letters, that are wrought here, for my name Are drown'd in blood: meere accedent: for you (sir) I'll take order: I'th morne you shall be safe: 'tis that must colour Her lying-in: sir, this doore you passe not: I doe not hold it fit, that you come neere The Dutchesse lodgings, till you haue quite your selfe; The Great are like the Base; nay, they are the same. When they seeke shamefull waies, to auoid shame. Antonio here about, did drop a Paper, Some of your helpe (falce-friend) oh, here it is: What's here? a childes Natiuitie calculated? The Dutchesse was deliuer'd of a Sonne, 'tweene the houres twelue, and one, in the night ▪ Anno Dom: 1504. (that's this yeere) decimo nono Decembris, (that's this night) taken according to the Meridian of Malfy (that's our Dutchesse: happy discouery) The Lord of the first house, being combust in the ascendant, signifies short life: and Mars being in a human igne, ioyn'd to the taile of the Dragon, in the eight house, doth threaten a violent death; Caeteta non scrutantur. Why now 'tis most apparant: This precise fellow Is the Dutchesse Bawde: I haue it to my wish: This is a parcell of Intelligency Our Courtiers were caside-vp for? It needes must follow, That I must be committed, on pretence Of poysoning her: which I'll endure, and laugh at: If one could find the father now: but that Time will discouer; Old Castruchio I'th morning poasts to Rome; by him I'll send A Letter, that shall make her brothers Galls Ore-flowe their Liuours, this was a thrifty way. Though Lust doe masque in nea'r so strange disguise, She's oft found witty, but is neuer wise. Sit: thou art my best of wishes, pre-thee tell me What tricke didst thou inuent to come to Rome, Without thy husband. Why, (my Lord) I told him I came to visit an old Anchorite Heare, for deuotion Thou art a witty false one: I meane to him. You haue preuailed with me Beyond my strongest thoughts: I would not now Find you inconstant.