Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.80 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
It is a man's voice: gentle Isabel Turn you the key, and know his business of him; You may; I may not: you are yet unsworne: When you have vowed, you must not speak with men, But in the presence of the Prioress; Then if you speak, you must not show your face; Or if you show your face, you must not speak: He calls again: I pray you answer him. Peace and prosperity: who is't that calls? Hail Virgin, (if you be) as those cheeke-Roses Proclaim you are no less: can you so steed me, As bring me to the fight of Isabel, A Novice of this place, and the fair Sister To her unhappy brother Claudio? Why her unhappy Brother? Let me ask, The rather for I now must make you know I am that Isabel, and his Sister. Gentle & fair: your Brother kindly greets you; Not to be weary with you; he's in prison. Woe me; for what? For that, which if myself might be his judge, He should receive his punishment, in thankes: He hath got his friend with child. Sir, make me not your story. 'Tis true; I would not, though 'tis my familiar sin, With Maids to seem the Lap wing, and to jest Tongue, far from heart: play with all Virgins so: I hold you as a thing en-skied, and sainted, By your renouncement, an immortal spirit And to be talked with in sincerity, As with a Saint. You do blaspheme the good, in mocking me. Do not believe it: fewnes, and truth; 'tis thus, Your brother, and his lover have embraced; As those that feed, grow full: as blossoming Time That from the seednes, the bare fallow brings To teeming foison: even so her plenteous womb Expresseth his full Tilth, and husbandry. Some one with child by him? my cousin Iuliet? Is she your cousin? Adoptedly, as schoole-maids change their names By vain, though apt affection. She it is. Oh, let him marry her. This is the point. The Duke is very strangely gone from hence; Bore many gentlemen (my self being one) In hand, and hope of action: but we do learn, By those that know the very Nerves of State, His giving-out, were of an infinite distance From his true meant design: upon his place, (And with full line of his authority) Governs Lord Angelo; A man, whose blood Is very snow-broth: one, who never feels The wanton stings, and motions of the sense; But doth rebate, and blunt his natural edge With profits of the mind: Study, and fast He (to give fear to use, and liberty, Which have, for long, run-by the hideous law, As Mice, by Lions) hath picked out an act, Under whose heavy sense, your brother's life Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it, And follows close the rigour of the Statute To make him an example: all hope is gone, Unless you have the grace, by your fair prayer To soften Angelo: And that's my pith of business 'Twixt you, and your poor brother.
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It is a mans voice: gentle Iſabella Turne you the key, and know his buſineſſe of him; You may; I may not: you are yet vnſworne: When you haue vowd, you muſt not ſpeake with men, But in the preſence of the Prioreſſe; Then if you ſpeake, you muſt not ſhow your face; Or if you ſhow your face, you muſt not ſpeake: He cals againe: I pray you anſwere him. Peace and proſperitie: who is't that cals? Haile Virgin, (if you be) as thoſe cheeke-Roſes Proclaime you are no leſſe: can you ſo ſteed me, As bring me to the fight of Iſabella, A Nouice of this place, and the faire Siſter To her vnhappie brother Claudio? Why her vnhappy Brother? Let me aske, The rather for I now muſt make you know I am that Iſabella, and his Siſter. Gentle & faire: your Brother kindly greets you; Not to be weary with you; he's in priſon. Woe me; for what? For that, which if my ſelfe might be his Iudge, He ſhould receiue his puniſhment, in thankes: He hath got his friend with childe. Sir, make me not your ſtorie. 'Tis true; I would not, though 'tis my familiar ſin, With Maids to ſeeme the Lap wing, and to ieſt Tongue, far from heart: play with all Virgins ſo: I hold you as a thing en-skied, and ſainted, By your renouncement, an imortall ſpirit And to be talk'd with in ſincerity, As with a Saint. You doe blaſpheme the good, in mocking me. Doe not beleeue it: fewnes, and truth; tis thus, Your brother, and his louer haue embrac'd; As thoſe that feed, grow full: as bloſſoming Time That from the ſeednes, the bare fallow brings To teeming foyſon: euen ſo her plenteous wombe Expreſſeth his full Tilth, and husbandry. Some one with childe by him? my coſen Iuliet? Is ſhe your coſen? Adoptedly, as ſchoole-maids change their names By vaine, though apt affection. She it is. Oh, let him marry her. This is the point. The Duke is very ſtrangely gone from hence; Bore many gentlemen (my ſelfe being one) In hand, and hope of action: but we doe learne, By thoſe that know the very Nerues of State, His giuing-out, were of an infinite diſtance From his true meant deſigne: vpon his place, (And with full line of his authority) Gouernes Lord Angelo; A man, whoſe blood Is very ſnow-broth: one, who neuer feeles The wanton ſtings, and motions of the ſence; But doth rebate, and blunt his naturall edge With profits of the minde: Studie, and faſt He (to giue feare to vſe, and libertie, Which haue, for long, run-by the hideous law, As Myce, by Lyons) hath pickt out an act, Vnder whoſe heauy ſence, your brothers life Fals into forfeit: he arreſts him on it, And followes cloſe the rigor of the Statute To make him an example: all hope is gone, Vnleſſe you haue the grace, by your faire praier To ſoften Angelo: And that's my pith of buſineſſe 'Twixt you, and your poore brother.