Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.85 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Pardon me, good Father, it is against my oath. Were you sworn to the Duke, or to the Deputy? To him, and to his Substitutes. You will think you have made no offence, if the Duke avouch the justice of your dealing? But what likelihood is in that? Not a resemblance, but a certainty; yet since I see you fearful, that neither my coat, integrity, nor persuasion, can with ease attempt you, I will go further than I meant, to pluck all fears out of you. Look you Sir, here is the hand and Seal of the Duke: you know the Character I doubt not, and the Signet is not strange to you? I know them both. The Contents of this, is the return of the Duke; you shall anon overreade it at your pleasure: where you shall find within these two days, he will be here. This is a thing that Angelo knows not, for he this very day receives letters of strange tenor, perchance of the Duke's death, perchance entering into some Monastery, but by chance nothing of what is writ. Look, th' unfolding Star calls up the Shepherd; put not yourself into amazement, how these things should be; all difficulties are but easy when they are known. Call your executioner, and off with Barnardines head: I will give him a present shrift, and advise him for a better place. Yet you are amazed, but this shall absolutely resolve you: Come away, it is almost clear dawn. I am as well acquainted here, as I was in our house of profession: one would think it were Mistress Ouer-dons own house, for here be many of her old Customers. First, here's young Mr Rash, he's in for a commodity of brown paper, and old Ginger, nine score and seventeen pounds, of which he made five Marks ready money: marry then, Ginger was not much in request, for the old Women were all dead. Then is there here one Mr Caper, at the suit of Master Three-Pile the Mercer, for some four suits of Peach-coloured Satin, which now peaches him a beggar. Then have we here, young Dizzy, and young Mr Deepe-vow, and Mr Copperspurre, and Mr Starue-Lackey the Rapier and dagger man, and young Drop-heire that killed lusty Pudding, and Mr Forthlight the Tilter, and brave Mr Shootie the great traveler, and wild Halfe-Canne that stabbed Pots, and I think forty more, all great doers in our Trade, and are now for the Lords sake. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither. Mr Barnardine, you must rise and be hanged, Mr Barnardine. What hoa Barnardine. A pox o' your throats: who makes that noise there? What are you? Your friend's Sir, the Hangman: You must be so good Sir to rise, and be put to death. Away you Rogue, away, I am sleepy. Tell him he must awake, And that quickly too. Pray Master Barnardine, awake till you are executed, and sleep afterwards. Go in to him, and fetch him out.
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Pardon me, good Father, it is againſt my oath. Were you ſworne to the Duke, or to the Deputie? To him, and to his Subſtitutes. You will thinke you haue made no offence, if the Duke auouch the iuſtice of your dealing? But what likelihood is in that? Not a reſemblance, but a certainty; yet ſince I ſee you fearfull, that neither my coate, integrity, nor perſwaſion, can with eaſe attempt you, I wil go further then I meant, to plucke all feares out of you. Looke you Sir, heere is the hand and Seale of the Duke: you know the Charracter I doubt not, and the Signet is not ſtrange to you? I know them both. The Contents of this, is the returne of the Duke; you ſhall anon ouer-reade it at your pleaſure: where you ſhall finde within theſe two daies, he wil be heere. This is a thing that Angelo knowes not, for hee this very day receiues letters of ſtrange tenor, perchance of the Dukes death, perchance entering into ſome Monaſterie, but by chance nothing of what is writ. Looke, th' vnfolding Starre calles vp the Shepheard; put not your ſelfe into amazement, how theſe things ſhould be; all difficulties are but eaſie vvhen they are knowne. Call your executioner, and off with Barnardines head: I will giue him a preſent ſhrift, and aduiſe him for a better place. Yet you are amaz'd, but this ſhall abſolutely reſolue you: Come away, it is almoſt cleere dawne. I am as well acquainted heere, as I was in our houſe of profeſſion: one would thinke it vvere Miſtris Ouer-dons owne houſe, for heere be manie of her olde Cuſtomers. Firſt, here's yong Mr Raſh, hee's in for a commoditie of browne paper, and olde Ginger, nine ſcore and ſeuenteene pounds, of which hee made fiue Markes readie money: marrie then, Ginger was not much in requeſt, for the olde Women vvere all dead. Then is there heere one Mr Caper, at the ſuite of Maſter Three-Pile the Mercer, for ſome foure ſuites of Peach-colour'd Satten, which now peaches him a beggar. Then haue vve heere, yong Dizie, and yong Mr Deepe-vow, and Mr Copperſpurre, and Mr Starue-Lackey the Rapier and dagger man, and yong Drop-heire that kild luſtie Pudding, and Mr Forthlight the Tilter, and braue Mr Shootie the great Traueller, and wilde Halfe-Canne that ſtabb'd Pots, and I thinke fortie more, all great doers in our Trade, and are now for the Lords ſake. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hether. Mr Barnardine, you muſt riſe and be hang'd, Mr Barnardine. What hoa Barnardine. A pox o' your throats: who makes that noyſe there? What are you? Your friends Sir, the Hangman: You muſt be ſo good Sir to riſe, and be put to death. Away you Rogue, away, I am ſleepie. Tell him he muſt awake, And that quickly too. Pray Maſter Barnardine, awake till you are executed, and ſleepe afterwards. Go in to him, and fetch him out.