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 0.82 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
No, he might count me a wanton, Not lay a scruple of offence on you: For if I see, and steal a Diamond, The fault is not i'th' ston, but in me the thief, That purloins it: I am sudden with you, We that are great women of pleasure, use to cut off These uncertain wishes, and unquiet longings, And in an instant join the sweet delight And the pretty excuse together: had you been in'th'street, Under my chamber window, even there I should have courted you. Oh, you are an excellent Lady. Bid me do somewhat for you presently, To express I love you. I will, and if you love me, Fail not to effect it: The Cardinal is grown wondrous melancholy, Demand the cause, let him not put you off, With feigned excuse, discover the main ground on't. Why would you know this? I have depended on him, And I hear that he is fall'n in some disgrace With the Emperor, if he be, like the mice That forsake falling houses, I would shift To other dependence. You shall not need follow the wars, I'll be your maintenance. And I your loyal servant, But I cannot leave my calling. Not leave an Ungrateful General, for the love of a sweet Lady? You are like some, cannot sleep in featherbeds, But must have blocks for their pillows. Will you do this? Cunningly. Tomorrow I'll expect th'intelligence. Tomorrow? get you into my Cabinet, You shall have it with you: do not delay me, No more than I do you: I am like one That is condemned: I have my pardon promised. But I would see it sealed: Go, get you in, You shall see me wind my tongue about his heart, Like a skein of silk. Where are you? Here. Let none upon your lives Have conference with the Prince Ferdinand, Unless I know it: In this distraction He may reveal the murder: Yond's my lingering consumption: I am weary of her; and by any means Would be quit off. How now, my Lord? What ails you? Nothing. Oh, you are much altered: Come, I must be your Secretary, and remove This lead from off your bosom, what's the matter? I may not tell you▪ Are you so far in love with sorrow, You cannot part, with part of it? or think you I cannot love your grace, when you are sad, As well as merry? or do you suspect I, that have been a secret to your heart, These many winters, cannot be the same Unto your tongue? Satisfy thy longing, The only way to make thee keep my council, Is not to tell thee. Tell your echo this, Or flatterers, that (like echoes) still report What they hear (though most imperfect) and not me: For, if that you be true unto yourself, I'll know. Will you rack me?
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No, he might count me a wanton, Not lay a scruple of offence on you: For if I see, and steale a Diamond, The fault is not i'th'stone, but in me the thiefe, That purloines it: I am sudaine with you, We that are great women of pleasure, vse to cut off These vncertaine wishes, and vnquiet longings, And in an instant ioyne the sweete delight And the ptty excuse together: had you bin in'th'streete, Vnder my chamber window, euen there I should haue courted you. Oh, you are an excellent Lady. Bid me do somewhat for you presently, To expresse I loue you. I will, and if you loue me, Faile not to effect it: The Cardinall is growne wondrous mellancholly, Demand the cause, let him not put you off, With faign'd excuse, discouer the maine ground on't. Why would you know this? I haue depended on him, And I heare that he is falne in some disgrace With the Emperour, if he be, like the mice That forsake falling houses, I would shift To other dependance. You shall not neede follow the warres, I'll be your maintenance. And I your loyall seruant, But I cannot leaue my calling. Not leaue an Vngratefull Generall, for the loue of a sweete Lady? You are like some, cannot sleepe in feather-beds, But must haue blockes for their pillowes. Will you do this? Cunningly. To morrow I'll expect th'intelligence. To morrow? get you into my Cabinet, You shall haue it with you: do not delay me, No more then I do you: I am like one That is condemn'd: I haue my pardon promis'd. But I would see it seal'd: Go, get you in, You shall see me winde my tongue about his heart, Like a skeine of silke. Where are you? Here. Let none vpon your liues Haue conference with the Prince Ferdinand, Vnlesse I know it: In this distraction He may reueale the murther: Yond's my lingring consumption: I am weary of her; and by any meanes Would be qui off. How now, my Lord? What ailes you? Nothing. Oh, you are much alterd: Come, I must be your Secretary, and remoue This lead from off your bosome, what's the matter? I may not tell you▪ Are you so farre in loue with sorrow, You cannot part, with part of it? or thinke you I cannot loue your grace, when you are sad, As well as merry? or do you suspect I, that haue bin a secret to your heart, These many winters, cannot be the same Vnto your tongue? Satisie thy longing, The onely way to make thee keepe my councell, Is not to tell thee. Tell your eccho this, Or flatterers, that (like ecchoes) still report What they heare (though most imperfect) and not me: For, if that you be true vnto your selfe, I'll know. Will you racke me?