Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
They are a free state sir, and her brother showed How that the Pope forehearing of her looseness, Hath seized into th'protection of the Church The Dukedom, which she held as dowager. But by what justice? Sure I think by none, Only her brother's instigation. What was it, with such violence he took Of from her finger? 'Twas her wedding ring, Which he vowed shortly he would sacrifice To his revenge. Alas Antonio, If that a man be thrust into a well, No matter who sets hand to't, his own weight Will bring him sooner to th'bottom: Come, let's hence. Fortune makes this conclusion general, " All things do help th'unhappy man to fall. Banished Ancona? Yes, you see what power Lightens in great men's breath. Is all our train Shrunk to this poor remainder? These poor men, (Which have got little in your service) vow To take your fortune: But your wiser buntings Now they are fledged are gone. They have done wisely, This puts me in mind of death, Physicians thus, With their hands full of money, use to give over Their Patients. Right the fashion of the world, From decayed fortunes, every flatterer shrinks, Men cease to build, where the foundation sinks. I had a very strange dream tonight. What was't? methought I wore my Coronet of State, And on a sudden all the Diamonds Were changed to Pearls. My Interpretation Is, you'll weep shortly, for to me, the pearls Do signify your tears: The Birds, that live i'th' field On the wild benefit of Nature, live Happier than we; for they may choose their Mates, And carol their sweet pleasures to the Spring: You are happily o'ertaken. From my brother? Yes, from the Lord Ferdinand; your brother, All love, and safety Thou dost blanch mischief Wouldst make it white: See, see; like to calm weather At Sea, before a tempest, false hearts speak fair To those they intend most mischief. A Letter. Send Antonio to me; I want his head in a business: (a politic equivocation) He doth not want your council, but your head; That is, he cannot sleep till you be dead. And here's another Pitfall, that's strewed over With Roses: mark it, 'tis a cunning one. I stand engaged for your husband, for several debts at Naples: let not That trouble him, I had rather have his heart, than his money. And I believe so too. What do you believe? That he so much distrusts my husband's love, He will by no means believe his heart is with him Until he see it: The Devil is not cunning enough To circumvent us in Riddles. Will you reject that noble, and free league Of amity, and love which I present you? Their league is like that of some politic Kings Only to make themselves of strength, and power To be our after-ruin: tell them so; And what from you? Thus tell him: I will not come. And what of this.
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They are a free state sir, and her brother shew'd How that the Pope fore-hearing of her loosenesse, Hath seaz'd into th'protection of the Church The Dukedome, which she held as dowager. But by what iustice? Sure I thinke by none, Only her brothers instigation. What was it, with such violence he tooke Of from her finger? 'Twas her wedding ring, Which he vow'd shortly he would sacrifice To his reuenge. Alasse Antonio, If that a man be thrust into a well, No matter who sets hand to't, his owne weight Will bring him sooner to th'bottome: Come, let's hence. Fortune makes this conclusion generall, "All things do helpe th'unhappy man to fall. Banish'd Ancona? Yes, you see what powre Lightens in great mens breath. Is all our traine Shrunke to this poore remainder? These poore men, (Which haue got little in your seruice) vow To take your fortune: But your wiser buntings Now they are sledg'd are gon. They haue done wisely, This puts me in minde of death, Physitians thus, With their hands full of money, vse to giue ore Their Patients. Right the fashion of the world, From decaide fortunes, euery flatterer shrinkes, Men cease to build, where the foundation sinkes. I had a very strange dreame to night. What was't? Me thought I wore my Coronet of State▪ And on a sudaine all the Diamonds Were chang'd to Pearles. My Interpretation Is, you'll weepe shortly, for to me, the pearles Doe signifie your teares: The Birds, that liue i'th field On the wilde benefit of Nature, liue Happier then we; for they may choose their Mates, And carroll their sweet pleasures to the Spring: You are happily ore-ta'ne. From my brother? Yes, from the Lord Ferdinand; your brother, All loue, and safetie Thou do'st blanch mischiefe Wouldst make it white: See, see; like to calme weather At Sea, before a tempest, false hearts speake faire To those they intend most mischiefe. A Letter. Send Antonio to me; I want his head in a busines: (a politicke equiuocation) He doth not want your councell, but your head; That is, he cannot sleepe till you be dead. And here's annother Pitfall, that's strew'd ore With Roses: marke it, 'tis a cunning one. I stand ingaged for your husband, for seuerall debts at Naples: let not That trouble him, I had rather haue his heart, then his mony. And I beleeue so too. What doe you beleeue? That he so much distrusts my husbands loue, He will by no meanes beleeue his heart is with him Vntill he see it: The Diuell is not cunning enough To circumuent vs in Ridles. Will you reiect that noble, and free league Of amitie, and loue which I present you? Their league is like that of some politick Kings Onely to make themselues of strength, and powre To be our after-ruine: tell them so; And what from you? Thus tell him: I will not come. And what of this.