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 0.76 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
He does indeed, And broke with all that can in such a suit Corrupt the tender honour of a Maid: But she is armed for him, and keeps her guard In honestest defence. The gods forbidden else. So, now they come: That is Anthonio the Duke's eldest son, That Escalus. Which is the Frenchman? He, That with the plume, 'tis a most gallant fellow, I would he loved his wife: if he were honester He were much goodlier. Is't not a handsome Gentleman I like him well. 'Tis pity he is not honest: yond's that same knave That leads him to these places: were I his Lady, I would poison that vile Rascal. Which is he? That Iacke anapes with scarves. Why is he melancholy? Perchance he's hurt i' th' battle. Lose our drum? Well. He's shrewdly vexed at something. Look he has spied us. Marry hang you. And your courtesy, for a ring-carrier. The troop is past: Come pilgrim, I will bring you, Where you shall host: Of enjoined penitents There's four or five, to great S. Iaques bound, Already at my house. I humbly thank you: Please it this Matron, and this gentle Maid To eat with us to night, the charge and thanking Shall be for me: and to requite you further, I will bestow some precepts of this Virgin, Worthy the note. we'll take your offer kindly. Nay good my Lord put him too't: let him have his way. If your Lordship find him not a Hilding, hold me no more in your respect. On my life my Lord a bubble. Do you think I am so far Deceived in him. Believe it my Lord, in mine own direct knowledge, without any malice, but to speak of him as my kinsman, he's a most notable Coward, an infinite and endless Liar, an hourly promise-breaker, the owner of no one good quality, worthy your Lordship's entertainment. It were fit you knew him, least reposing too far in his virtue which he hath not, he might at some great and trusty business, in a main danger, fail you. I would I knew in what particular action to try him. None better then to let him fetch off his drum, which you hear him so confidently undertake to do. I with a troop of Florentines will suddenly surprise him; such I will have whom I am sure he knows not from the enemy: we will bind and hoodwink him so, that he shall suppose no other but that he is carried into the Leaguer of the adversaries, when we bring him to our own tents: be but your Lordship present at his examination, if he do not for the promise of his life, and in the highest compulsion of base fear, offer to betray you, and deliver all the intelligence in his power against you, and that with the divine forfeit of his soul upon oath, never trust my judgement in any thing.
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He does indeede, And brokes with all that can in ſuch a ſuite Corrupt the tender honour of a Maide: But ſhe is arm'd for him, and keepes her guard In honeſteſt defence. The goddes forbid elſe. So, now they come: That is Anthonio the Dukes eldeſt ſonne, That Eſcalus. Which is the Frenchman? Hee, That with the plume, 'tis a moſt gallant fellow, I would he lou'd his wife: if he were honeſter He were much goodlier. Is't not a handſom Gentleman I like him well. 'Tis pitty he is not honeſt: yonds that ſame knaue That leades him to theſe places: were I his Ladie, I would poiſon that vile Raſcall. Which is he? That Iacke an-apes with ſcarfes. Why is hee melancholly? Perchance hes hurt i' th battaile. Looſe our drum? Well. He's ſhrewdly vext at ſomething. Looke he has ſpyed vs. Marrie hang you. And your curteſie, for a ring-carrier. The troope is paſt: Come pilgrim, I wil bring you, Where you ſhall hoſt: Of inioyn'd penitents There's foure or fiue, to great S. Iaques bound, Alreadie at my houſe. I humbly thanke you: Pleaſe it this Matron, and this gentle Maide To eate with vs to night, the charge and thanking Shall be for me▪ and to requite you further, I will beſtow ſome precepts of this Virgin, Worthy the note. Wee'l take your offer kindly. Nay good my Lord put him too't: let him haue his way. If your Lordſhippe finde him not a Hilding, hold me no more in your reſpect. On my life my Lord▪ a bubble. Do you thinke I am ſo farre Deceiued in him. Beleeue it my Lord, in mine owne direct knowledge, without any malice, but to ſpeake of him as my kinſman, hee's a moſt notable Coward, an infinite and endleſſe Lyar, an hourely promiſe-breaker, the owner of no one good qualitie, worthy your Lordſhips entertainment. It were fit you knew him, leaſt▪ repoſing too farre in his vertue which he hath not, he might at ſome great and truſtie buſineſſe, in a maine daunger, fayle you. I would I knew in what particular action to try him. None better then to let him fetch off his drumme, which you heare him ſo confidently vndertake to do. I with a troop of Florentines wil ſodainly ſurprize him; ſuch I will haue whom I am ſure he knowes not from the enemie: wee will binde and hoodwinke him ſo, that he ſhall ſuppoſe no other but that he is carried into the Leager of the aduerſaries, when we bring him to our owne tents: be but your Lordſhip preſent at his examination, if he do not for the promiſe of his life, and in the higheſt compulſion of baſe feare, offer to betray you, and deliuer all the intelligence in his power againſt you, and that with the diuine forfeite of his ſoule vpon oath, neuer truſt my iudgement in anie thing.