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 0.71 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Come let's return again, And suffice ourselves with the report of it. Well Diana, take heed of this French Earl, The honour of a Maid is her name, And no Legacy is so rich As honesty. I have told my neighbour How you have been solicited by a Gentleman His Companion. I know that knave, hang him, one Parolles, a filthy Officer he is in those suggestions for the young Earl, beware of them Diana; their promises, enticements, oaths, tokens, and all these engines of lust, are not the things they go under: many a maid hath been seduced by them, and the misery is example, that so terrible shows in the wrack of maiden-hood, cannot for all that dissuade succession, but that they are limed with the twigs that threatens them. I hope I need not to advise you further, but I hope your own grace will keep you where you are, though there were no further danger known, but the modesty which is so lost. You shall not need to fear me. I hope so: look here comes a pilgrim, I know she will lie at my house, thither they send one another, I'll question her. God save you pilgrim, whether are bound? To S. Iaques la grand. Where do the Palmer's lodge, I do beseech you? At the S. Francis here beside the Port. Is this the way? I marry is't. Hark you, they come this way: If you will tarry holy Pilgrim But till the troops come by, I will conduct you where you shall be lodged, The rather for I think I know your hostess As ample as myself. Is it yourself? If you shall please so Pilgrim. I thank you, and will stay upon your leisure. you came I think from France? I did so. here you shall see a Countryman of yours That has done worthy service. His name I pray you? The Count Rossillion: know you such a one? But by the ear that hears most nobly of him: His face I know not. What somere he is He's bravely taken here. He stole from France As 'tis reported: for the King had married him Against his liking. Think you it is so? I surely mere the truth, I know his Lady. There is a Gentleman that serves the Count, Reports but coursely of her. What's his name? Monsieur Parrolles. Oh I believe with him, In argument of praise, or to the worth Of the great Count himself, she is too mean To have her name repeated, all her deserving Is a reserved honesty, and that I have not heard examined. Alas poor Lady, 'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife Of a detesting Lord. I writ good creature, whatsoe'er she is, Her hart weighs sadly: this young maid might do her A shrewd turn if she pleased. How do you mean? May be the amorous Count solicits her In the unlawful purpose.
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Come lets returne againe, And ſuffice our ſelues with the report of it. Well Diana, take heed of this French Earle, The honor of a Maide is her name, And no Legacie is ſo rich As honeſtie. I haue told my neighbour How you haue beene ſolicited by a Gentleman His Companion. I know that knaue, hang him, one Parolles, a filthy Officer he is in thoſe ſuggeſtions for the young Earle, beware of them Diana; their promiſes, entiſements, oathes, tokens, and all theſe engines of luſt, are not the things they go vnder: many a maide hath beene ſeduced by them, and the miſerie is example, that ſo terrible ſhewes in the wracke of maiden-hood, cannot for all that diſſwade ſucceſſion, but that they are limed with the twigges that threatens them. I hope I neede not to aduiſe you further, but I hope your owne grace will keepe you where you are, though there were no further danger knowne, but the modeſtie which is ſo loſt. You ſhall not neede to feare me. I hope ſo: looke here comes a pilgrim, I know ſhe will lye at my houſe, thither they ſend one another, Ile queſtion her. God ſaue you pilgrim, whether are bound? To S. Iaques la grand. Where do the Palmers lodge, I do beſeech you? At the S. Francis heere beſide the Port. Is this the way? I marrie iſt. Harke you, they come this way: If you will tarrie holy Pilgrime But till the troopes come by, I will conduct you where you ſhall be lodg'd, The rather for I thinke I know your hoſteſſe As ample as my ſelfe. Is it your ſelfe? If you ſhall pleaſe ſo Pilgrime. I thanke you, and will ſtay vpon your leiſure. you came I thinke from France? I did ſo. Heere you ſhall ſee a Countriman of yours That has done worthy ſeruice. His name I pray you? The Count Roſſillion: know you ſuch a one? But by the eare that heares moſt nobly of him: His face I know not. What ſomere he is He's brauely taken heere. He ſtole from France As 'tis reported: for the King had married him Againſt his liking. Thinke you it is ſo? I ſurely meere the truth, I know his Lady. There is a Gentleman that ſerues the Count, Reports but courſely of her. What's his name? Monſieur Parrolles. Oh I beleeue with him, In argument of praiſe, or to the worth Of the great Count himſelfe, ſhe is too meane To haue her name repeated, all her deſeruing Is a reſerued honeſtie, and that I haue not heard examin'd. Alas poore Ladie, 'Tis a hard bondage to become the wife Of a deteſting Lord. I write good creature, whereſoere ſhe is, Her hart waighes ſadly: this yong maid might do her A ſhrewd turne if ſhe pleas'd. How do you meane? May be the amorous Count ſolicites her In the vnlawfull purpoſe.