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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
'Tis thus: Antonio lurks here in Milan, inquire him out, and kill him: while he lives, Our sister cannot marry, and I have thought Of an excellent match for her: do this, and style me Thy advancement. But by what means shall I find him out? There is a gentleman, called Delio Here in the Camp, that hath been long approved His loyal friend: Set eye upon that fellow, Follow him to Mass, may be Antonio, Although he do account religion But a School-name, for fashion of the world, May accompany him, or else go inquire out Delio's Confessor, and see if you can bribe Him to reveal it: there are a thousand ways A man might find to trace him: As to know, What fellows haunt the Jews, for taking up Great sums of money, for sure he's in want, Or else to go to th'Picture-makers, and learn Who brought her Picture lately, some of these Happily may take— Well, I'll not freeze i'th' business, I would see that wretched thing, Antonio Above all sights i'th' world. Do, and be happy. This fellow doth breed Bazalisques in's eyes, He's nothing else, but murder: yet he seems Not to have notice of the Duchess death: 'Tis his cunning: I must follow his example, There cannot be a surer way to trace, Than that of an old Fox. So, sir, you are well met. How now? Nay, the doors are fast enough: Now Sir, I will make you confess your treachery. Treachery? Yes, confess to me Which of my women 'twas you hired, to put Love-powder into my drink? Love powder? Yes, when I was at Malfi, Why should I fall in love with such a face else? I have already suffered for thee so much pain, The only remedy to do me good, Is to kill my longing. Sure your Pistol holds Nothing but perfumes, or kissing comfits: excellent Lady, You have a pretty way on't to discover Your longing: Come, come, I'll disarm you, And arm you thus, yet this is wondrous strange. Compare thy form, and my eyes together, You'll find my love no such great miracle: Now you'll say, I am wanton: This nice modesty, in Ladies Is but a troublesome familiar, That haunts them. Know you me, I am a blunt soldier. The better, Sure, there wants fire, where there are no lively sparks Of roughness. And I want compliment. Why ignorance in courtship cannot make you do amiss, If you have a heart to do well. You are very fair. Nay, if you lay beauty to my charge, I must plead unguilty. Your bright eyes Carry a Quiver of darts in them, sharper Than sunbeams. You will mar me with commendation, Put yourself to the charge of courting me, Whereas now I woo you. I have it, I will work upon this Creature, Let us grow most amorously familiar: If the great Cardinal now should see me thus, Would he not count me a villain?
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'Tis thus: Antonio lurkes here in Millaine, Enquire him out, and kill him: while he liues, Our sister cannot marry, and I haue thought Of an excellent match for her: do this, and stile me Thy aduancement. But by what meanes shall I find him out? There is a gentleman, call'd Delio Here in the Campe, that hath bin long approu'd His loyall friend: Set eie vpon that fellow, Follow him to Masse, may be Antonio, Although he do account religion But a Schoole-name, for fashion of the world, May accompany him, or else go enquire out Delio's Confessor, and see i you can bribe Him to reueale it: there are a thousand wayes A man might find to trace him: As to know, What fellowes haunt the Iewes, for taking vp Great summes of money, for sure he's in want, Or else to go to th'Picture-makers, and learne Who brought her Picture lately, some of these Happily may take — Well, I'll not freeze i'th'businesse, I would see that wretched thing, Antonio Aboue all sightes i'th'world. Do, and be happy. This fellow doth breed Bazalisques in's eies, He's nothing else, but murder: yet he seemes Not to haue notice of the Duchesse death: 'Tis his cunning: I must follow his example, There cannot be a surer way to trace, Then that of an old Fox. So, sir, you are well met. How now? Nay, the doores are fast enough: Now Sir, I will make you confesse your treachery. Treachery? Yes, confesse to me Which of my women 'twas you hyr'd, to put Loue-powder into my drinke? Loue powder? Yes, when I was at Malfy, Why should I fall in loue with such a face else? I haue already suffer'd for thee so much paine, The onely remedy to do me good, Is to kill my longing. Sue your Pistoll holds Nothing but perfumes, or kissing comfits: excellent Lady, You haue a pritty way on't to discouer Your longing: Come, come, I'll disarme you, And arme you thus, yet this is wondrous strange. Compare thy forme, and my eyes together, You'll ind my loue no such great miracle: Now you'll say, I am wanton: This nice modesty, in Ladies Is but a troublesome familiar, That haunts them. Know you me, I am a blunt souldier. The better, Sure, there wants fire, where there are no liuely sparkes Of roughnes. And I want complement. Why ignorance in court-ship cannot make you do amisse, If you haue a heart to do well. You are very faire. Nay, if you lay beauty to my charge, I must plead vnguilty. Your bright eyes Carry a Quiuer of darts in them, sharper Then Sun-beames. You will mar me with commendation, Put your selfe to the charge of courting me, Whereas now I woe you. I haue it, I will worke vpon this Creature, Let vs grow most amorously familiar: If the great Cardinall now should see me thus, Would he not count me a villaine?