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 0.75 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Throw to the devil Thy melancholy, the fire burns well, What need we keep a stirring of Wand and make A greater smoother? thou wilt kill Antonio? Yes. Take up that body. I think I shall Shortly grow the common Bear, for Churchyards? I will allow thee some dozen of attendants, To aid thee in the murder. Oh, by no means, Physicians that apply horse-leeches to any rank swelling, Use to cut of their tails, that the blood may run through them The faster: Let me have no train, when I go to shed blood, lest it make me have a greater, when I ride to the Gallows. Come to me after midnight, to help to remove that body To her own Lodging: I'll give out she died o'th' Plague; 'Twill breed the less enquiry after her death. Where's Castruchio, her husband? He's rod to Naples to take possession Of Antonio's Citadel. Believe me, you have done a very happy turn. Fail not to come: There is the Master-key Of our Lodgings: and by that you may conceive What trust I plant in you. You shall find me ready. Oh poor Antonio, though nothing be so needful To thy estate, as pity, Yet I find Nothing so dangerous: I must look to my footing; In such slippery ice-pavements, men had need To be frost-nailed well: they may break their necks else. The President's here afore me: how this man Bears up in blood? seems fearless? why, 'tis well: Security some men call the Suburbs of Hell, Only a dead wall between. Well (good Antonio) I'll seek thee out; and all my care shall be To put thee into safety from the reach Of these most cruel biters, that have got Some of thy blood already. It may be, I'll join with thee, in a most just revenge. The weakest Arm is strong enough, that strikes With the sword of justice: Still methinks the Duchess Haunts me: there, there: 'tis nothing but my melancholy. O Penitence, let me truly taste thy Cup. That throws men down, only to raise them up. Yond's the Cardinal's window: This fortification Grew from the ruins of an ancient Abbey: And to yond side o'th' river, lies a wall (Piece of a Cloister) which in my opinion Gives the best Echo, that you ever heard; So hollow, and so dismal, and withal So plain in the distinction of our words, That many have supposed it is a Spirit That answers. I do love these ancient ruins: We never tread upon them, but we set Our foot upon some reverend History, And questionless, here in this open Court (Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather) some men lie Interred Loved the Church so well, and gave so largely to't, They thought it should have canopied their Bones Till doomsday: But all things have their end: Churches, and Cities (which have diseases like to men) Must have like death that we have.
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Throw to the diuell Thy mellancholly, the fire burnes well, VVhat neede we keepe a stirring of and make A greater smoother? thou wilt kill Antonio? Yes. Take vp that body. I thinke I shall Shortly grow the common Beare, for Church-yards? I will allow thee some dozen of attendants, To aide thee in the murther. Oh, by no meanes, Phisitians that apply horse-leiches to any rancke swelling, Vse to cut of their tailes, that the blood may run through them The faster: Let me haue no traine, when I goe to shed blood, Least it make me haue a greater, when I ride to the Gallowes. Come to me after midnight, to helpe to remoue that body To her owne Lodging: I'll giue out she dide o'th' Plague; 'Twill breed the lesse enquiry after her death. Where's Castruchio, her husband? He's rod to Naples to take possession Of Antonio's Cittadell. Beleeue me, you haue done a very happy turne. Faile not to come: There is the Master-key Of our Lodgings: and by that you may conceiue What trust I plant in you. You shall find me ready. Oh poore Antonio, though nothing be so needfull To thy estate, as pitty, Yet I finde Nothing so dangerous: I must looke to my footing; In such slippery ye-pauements, men had neede To be frost-nayld well: they may breake their neckes else. The President's here afore me: how this man Beares vp in blood? seemes feareles? why, 'tis well: Securitie some men call the Subuts of Hell, Onely a dead wall betweene. Well (good Antonio) I'll seeke thee out; and all my care shall be To put thee into safety from the reach Of these most cruell biters, that haue got Some of thy blood already. It may be, I'll ioyne with thee, in a most iust reuenge. The weakest Arme is strong enough, that strikes With the sword of Iustice: Still me thinkes the Dutchesse Haunts me: there, there▪ 'tis nothing but my mellancholy. O Penitence, let me truely tast thy Cup. That throwes men downe, onely to raise them vp. Yond's the Cardinall's window: This fortification Grew from the ruines of an auncient Abbey: And to yond fide o'th' riuer, lies a wall (Peec of a Cloyster) which in my opinion Giues the best Eccho, that you euer heard; So hollow, and so dismall, and withall So plaine in the destinction of our words, That many haue supposde it is a Spirit That answeres. I doe loue these auncient ruynes▪ We neuer tread vpon them, but we set Our foote vpon some reuerend History▪ And questionles, here in this open Court (Which now lies naked to the iniuries Of stormy weather) some men lye Enterr'd Lou'd the Church so well, and gaue so largely to't, They thought it should haue canopide their Bones Till Doombes-day: But all things haue their end: Churches, and Citties (which haue diseases like to men) Must haue like death that we haue.