Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.79 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Here comes the Marquis: I will make myself Petitioner for some part of your land, To know whether it is flying. I pray do. Sir, I have a suit to you. To me. An easy one: There is the Citadel of St. Bennet, With some demesnes, of late in the possession Of Antonio Bologna, please you bestow them on me? You are my friend: But this is such a suit, Nor fit for me to give, nor you to take. No sir? I will give you ample reason for't, Soon in private: Here's the cardinal's Mistress. My Lord, I am grown your poor Petitioner, And should be an ill beggar, had I not A Great man's letter, here (the Cardinals) To Court you in my favour. He entreats for you The Citadel of Saint Bennet, that belonged To the banished Bologna. Yes: I could not have thought of a friend, I could Rather pleasure with it: 'tis yours: Sir, I thank you: And he shall know how doubly I am engaged Both in your gift, and speediness of giving, Which makes your grant, the greater. How they fortify Themselves with my ruin? Sir: I am Little bound to you: Why. Because you denied this suit, to me, and gav't To such a creature. Do you know what it was? It was Antonio's land: not forfeited By course of law; but ravished from his throat By the cardinal's entreaty: it were not fit I should bestow so main a piece of wrong Upon my friend: 'tis a gratification Only due to a Strumpet: for it is injustice; Shall I sprinkle the pure blood of Innocents To make those followers, I call my friends Look ruddier upon me? I am glad This land, (ta'en from the owner by such wrong) Returns again unto so foul an use, As Salary for his Lust. Learn, (good Delio) To ask noble things of me, and you shall find I'll be a noble giver. You instruct me well: Why, here's a man, now, would fright impudence From sauciest Beggars. Prince Ferdinand's come to Milan Sick (as they give out) of an Apoplexy: But some say, 'tis a frenzy; I am going To visit him. 'Tis a noble old fellow: What course do you mean to take, Antonio? This night, I mean to venture all my fortune (Which is no more, than a poor lingering life) To the cardinal's worst of malice: I have got Private access to his chamber: and intend To visit him, about the mid of night. (As once his brother did our noble Duchess.) It may be that the sudden apprehension Of danger (for I'll go in mine own shape) When he shall see it freight with love, and duty, May draw the poison out of him, and work A friendly reconcilement; if it fail; Yet, it shall rid me of this infamous calling, For better fall once, then be ever falling.
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Here comes the Marquis: I will make my selfe Petitioner for some part of your land, To know whether it is flying. I pray doe. Sir, I haue a suit to you. To me. An easie one: There is the Cittadell of St. Bennet, With some demeasnes, of late in the possession Of Antonio Bologna, please you bestow them on me? You are my friend: But this is such a suit, Nor fit for me to giue, nor you to take. No sir? I will giue you ample reason for't, Soone in priuate: Here's the Cardinalls Mistris. My Lord, I am growne your poore Petitioner, And should be an ill begger, had I not A Great mans letter, here (the Cardinalls) To Court you in my fauour. He entreates for you The Cittadell of Saint Bennet, that belong'd To the banish'd Bologna. Yes: I could not haue thought of a friend, I could Rather pleasure with it: 'tis yours: Sir, I thanke you: And he shall know how doubly I am engag'd Both in your gut, and speedinesse of giuing, Which makes your graunt, the greater. How they fortefie Themselues with my ruine? Sir: I am Litle bound to you: Why. Because you denide this suit, to me, and gau't To such a creature. Doe you know what it was? It was Antonios land: not forfeyted By course of lawe; but rauish'd from his throate By the Cardinals entreaty: it were not fit I should bestow so maine a peece of wrong Vpon my friend: 'tis a gratification Onely due to a Strumpet: for it is iniustice; Shall I sprinckle the pure blood of Innocents To make those followers, I call my friends Looke ruddier vpon me? I am glad This land, (ta'ne from the owner by such wrong) Returnes againe vnto so fowle an vse, As Salary for his Lust. Learne, (good Delio) To aske noble things of me, and you shall find I'll be a noble giuer. You instruct e well: Why, here's a man, now, would fright impudence From sawciest Beggers. Prince Ferdinand's come to Millaine Sicke (as they giue out) of an Appoplexie: But some say, 'tis a frenzie; I am going To visite him. 'Tis a noble old fellow: What course doe you meane to take, Antonio? This night, I meane to venture all my fortune (Which is no more, then a poore lingring life) To the Cardinals worst of mallice: I haue got Priuate accesse to his chamber: and intend To visit him, about the mid of night. (As once his brother did our noble Dutchesse.) It may be that the sudden apprehension Of danger (for I'll goe in mine owne shape) When he shall see it fraight with loue, and dutie, May draw the poyson out of him, and worke A friendly reconcilement; if it faile; Yet, it shall rid me of this infamous calling, For better fall once, then be euer falling.