Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.80 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Pardon my gracious Lord: for I submit My fancy to your eyes, when I consider What great creation, and what dole of honour Flies where you bid it: I find that she which late Was in my Nobler thoughts, most base: is now The praised of the King, who so ennobled, Is as 'twere borne so. Take her by the hand, And tell her she is thine: to whom I promise A counterpoise: If not to thy estate, A balance more replete. I take her hand. Good fortune, and the favour of the King Smile upon this Contract: whose Ceremony Shall seem expedient on the now borne brief, And be performed to night: the solemn Feast Shall more attend upon the coming space, Expecting absent friends. As thou lov'st her, Thy love's to me Religious: else, does err. Do you hear Monsieur? A word with you. Your pleasure sir. Your Lord and Master did well to make his recantation. Recantation? My Lord? my Master? I: Is it not a Language I speak? A most harsh one, and not to be understood without bloody succeeding My Master: Are you Companion to the Count Rosillion? To any Count, to all Counts: to what is man. To what is Count's man: Count's master is of another stile. You are too old sir: Let it satisfy you, you are too old. I must tell thee sirrah, I writ Man: to which title age cannot bring thee. What I dare too well do, I dare not do. I did think thee for two ordinaries: to be a pretty wise fellow, thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel, it might pass: yet the scarves and the bannerets about thee, did manifoldly dissuade me from believing thee a vessel of too great a burden. I have now found thee, when I lose thee again, I care not: yet art thou good for nothing but taking up, and that th' ourt scarce worth. Hadst thou not the privilege of Antiquity upon thee. Do not plunge thyself to far in anger, lest thou hasten thy trial: which if, Lord have mercy on thee for a hen, so my good window of Lettuce far thee well, thy casement I need not open, for I look through thee. Give me thy hand. My Lord, you give me most egregious indignity. I with all my heart, and thou art worthy of it. I have not my Lord deserved it. Yes good faith, every dram of it, and I will not bate thee a scruple. Well, I shall be wiser. Even as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at a smack o' th' contrary. If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shall find what it is to be proud of thy bondage, I have a desire to hold my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may say in the default, he is a man I know.
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Pardon my gracious Lord: for I ſubmit My fancie to your eies, when I conſider What great creation, and what dole of honour Flies where you bid it: I finde that ſhe which late Was in my Nobler thoughts, moſt baſe: is now The praiſed of the King, who ſo ennobled, Is as 'twere borne ſo. Take her by the hand, And tell her ſhe is thine: to whom I promiſe A counterpoize: If not to thy eſtate, A ballance more repleat. I take her hand. Good fortune, and the fauour of the King Smile vpon this Contract: whoſe Ceremonie Shall ſeeme expedient on the now borne briefe, And be perform'd to night: the ſolemne Feaſt Shall more attend vpon the coming ſpace, Expecting abſent friends. As thou lou'ſt her, Thy loue's to me Religious: elſe, do's erre. Do you heare Monſieur? A word with you. Your pleaſure ſir. Your Lord and Maſter did well to make his recantation. Recantation? My Lord? my Maſter? I: Is it not a Language I ſpeake? A moſt harſh one, and not to bee vnderſtoode without bloudie ſucceeding My Maſter▪ Are you Companion to the Count Roſillion? To any Count, to all Counts: to what is man. To what is Counts man: Counts maiſter is of another ſtile. You are too old ſir: Let it ſatisfie you, you are too old. I muſt tell thee ſirrah, I write Man: to which title age cannot bring thee. What I dare too well do, I dare not do. I did thinke thee for two ordinaries: to bee a prettie wiſe fellow, thou didſt make tollerable vent of thy trauell, it might paſſe: yet the ſcarffes and the bannerets about thee, did manifoldlie diſſwade me from beleeuing thee a veſſell of too great a burthen. I haue now found thee, when I looſe thee againe, I care not: yet art thou good for nothing but taking vp, and that th' ourt ſcarce worth. Hadſt thou not the priuiledge of Antiquity vpon thee. Do not plundge thy ſelfe to farre in anger, leaſt thou haſten thy triall: which if, Lord haue mercie on thee for a hen, ſo my good window of Lettice fare thee well, thy caſement I neede not open, for I look through thee. Giue me thy hand. My Lord, you giue me moſt egregious indignity. I with all my heart, and thou art worthy of it. I haue not my Lord deſeru'd it. Yes good faith, eu'ry dramme of it, and I will not bte thee a ſcruple. Well, I ſhall be wiſer. Eu'n as ſoone as thou can'ſt, for thou haſt to pull at a ſmacke a' th contrarie. If euer thou bee'ſt bound in thy skarfe and beaten, thou ſhall finde what it is to be proud of thy bondage, I haue a deſire to holde my acquaintance with thee, or rather my knowledge, that I may ſay in the default, he is a man I know.