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 0.80 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
You fly beyond your reason. Go to (Mistress.) 'Tis not your whore's milk, that shall quench my wildfire, But your whore a blood. How idly shows this rage? Which carries you, as men conveyed by witches, through the air, On violent whirlwinds, this intemperate noise, Fitly resembles deaf-men's shrill discourse, Who talk aloud, thinking all other men To have their imperfection. Have not you, My palsy? Yes, I can be angry Without this rupture, there is not in nature A thing, that makes man so deformed, so beastly, As doth intemperate anger: chide yourself, You have diverse men, who never yet expressed Their strong desire of rest, but by unrest, By vexing of themselves: Come, put yourself In tune. So, I will only study to seem The thing I am not: I could kill her now, In you, or in myself, for I do think It is some sin in us, Heaven doth revenge By her. Are you stark mad? I would have their bodies Burnt in a coalpit, with the ventage stopped, That their cursed smoke might not ascend to Heaven: Or dip the sheets they lie in, in pitch or sulphur, Wrap them in't, and then light them like a match: Or else to boil their Bastard to a cullis, And give't his lecherous father, to renew The sin of his back. I'll leave you. Nay, I have done, I am confident, had I been damned in hell, And should have heard of this, it would have put me Into a cold sweat: In, in, i'll go sleep, Till I know who leaps my sister, i'll not stir: That known, i'll find Scorpions to string my whips, And fix her in a general eclipse. Our noble friend (my most beloved Delio) Oh, you have been a stranger long at Court, Came you along with the Lord Ferdinand? I did Sir, and how fairs your noble Duchess? Right fortunately well: She's an excellent Feeder of pedigrees: since you last saw her, She hath had two children more, a son, and daughter. methinks 'twas yesterday: Let me but wink, And not behold your face, which to mine eye Is somewhat leaner, verily I should dream It were within this half hour. You have not been in Law, (friend Delio) Nor in prison, nor a Suitor at the Court Nor begged the reversion of some great man's place, Nor troubled with an old wife, which doth make Your time so insensibly hasten. Pray Sir tell me, Hath not this news arrived yet to the ear; Of the Lord Cardinal? I fear it hath, The Lord Ferdinand, (that's newly come to Court,) Doth bear himself right dangerously. Pray why? He is so quiet, that he seems to sleep The tempest out (as dormice do in Winter,) Those houses, that are haunted, are most still, Till the devil be up. What say the common people. The common-rabble, do directly say She is a Strumpet.
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You lie beyond your reason. Goe to (Mistris.) 'Tis not your whores milke, that shall quench my wild-fire, But your whore a blood. How idlely shewes this rage? VVhich carries you, as men conuai'd by witches, through the ayre, On violent whirle-windes, this intemperate noyce, Fitly resembles deafe-mens shrill discourse, VVho talke aloud, thinking all other men To haue their imperfection. Haue not you, My palsey? Yes, I can be angry VVithout this rupture, there is not in nature A thing, that makes man so deform'd, so beastly, As doth intemperate anger: chide your selfe, You haue diuers men, who neuer yet exprest Their strong desire of rest, but by vnrest, By vexing of themselues: Come, put your selfe In tune. So, I will onely study to seeme The thing I am not: I could kill her now, In you, or in my selfe, for I do thinke It is some sinne in vs, Heauen doth reuenge By her. Are you starke mad? I would haue their bodies Burn't in a coale-pit, with the ventage stop'd, That their curs'd smoake might not ascend to Heauen: Or dippe the sheetes they lie in, in pitch or sulphure, Wrap them in't, and then light them like a match: Or else to boile their Bastard to a cullisse, And giue't his leacherous father, to renew The sinne of his backe. I'll leaue you. Nay, I haue done, I am confident, had I bin damn'd in hell, And should haue heard of this, it would haue put me Into a cold sweat: In, in, i'll go sleepe, Till I know who leapes my sister, i'll not stirre: That knowne, i'll finde Scorpions to string my whips, And fix her in a generall ecclipse. Our noble friend (my most beloued Delio) Oh, you haue bin a stranger long at Court, Came you along with the Lord Ferdinand? I did Sir, and how faires your noble Duchesse? Right fortunately well: She's an excellent Feeder of pedegrees: since you last saw her, She hath had two children more, a sonne, and daughter. Me thinkes 'twas yester-day: Let me but wincke, And not behold your face, which to mine eye Is somewhat leaner, verily I should dreame It were within this halfe houre. You haue not bin in Law, (friend Delio) Nor in prison, nor a Suitor at the Court Nor beg'd the reuersion of some great mans place, Nor troubled with an old wife, which doth make Your time so inseucibly hasten. 'Pray Sir tell me, Hath not this newes arriu'd yet to he eare; Of the Lord Cardinall? I feare it hath, The Lord Ferdinand, (that's newly come to Court,) Doth beare himselfe right dangerously. Pray why? He is so quiet, that he seemes to sleepe The tempest out (as Dormise do in Winter,) Those houses, that are haunted, are most still, Till the diuell be vp. What say the common people. The common-rable, do directly say She is a Strumpet.