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 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I am hearty sorry that he'll be glad of this. How mightily sometimes, we make us comforts of our losses. And how mightily some other times, we drown our gain in tears, the great dignity that his valour hath here acquired for him, shall at home be encountered with a shame as ample. The web of our life, is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues. How now? Where's your master? He met the Duke in the street sir, of whom he hath taken a solemn leave: his Lordship will next morning for France. The Duke hath offered him Letters of commendations to the King. They shall be no more then needful there, if they were more than they can commend. They cannot be too sweet for the King's tartness, here's his Lordship now. How now my Lord, is't not after midnight? I have to night dispatched sixteen businesses, a month's length a piece, by an abstract of success: I have congeed with the Duke, done my adieu with his nearest; buried a wife, mourned for her, writ to my Lady mother, I am returning, entertained my Convoy, & between these main parcels of dispatch, affected many nicer needs: the last was the greatest, but that I have not ended yet. If the business be of any difficulty, and this morning your departure hence, it requires haste of your Lordship. I mean the business is not ended, as fearing to hear of it hereafter: but shall we have this dialogue between the Fool and the Soldier. Come, bring forth this counterfeit module, has deceived me, like a double-meaning Prophesier. Bring him forth, has sat i' th' stocks all night poor gallant knave. No matter, his heels have deserved it, in usurping his spurs so long. How does he carry himself? I have told your Lordship already: The stocks carry him. But to answer you as you would be understood, he weeps like a wench that had shed her milk, he hath confessed himself to Morgan, whom he supposes to be a Friar, from the time of his remembrance to this very instant disaster of his setting i' th' stocks: and what think you he hath confessed? Nothing of me, has a? His confession is taken, and it shall be read to his face, if your Lordship be in't, as I believe you are, you must have the patience to hear it. A plague upon him, muffled; he can say nothing of me: hush, hush. Hoodman comes: Portotartarossa. He calls for the tortures, what will you say without 'em. I will confess what I know without constraint, If ye pinch me like a Pastry, I can say no more. Bosko Chimurcho. Boblibindo chicurmurco.
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I am heartily ſorrie that hee'l bee gladde of this. How mightily ſometimes, we make vs comforts of our loſſes. And how mightily ſome other times, wee drowne our gaine in teares, the great dignitie that his valour hath here acquir'd for him, ſhall at home be encountred with a ſhame as ample. The webbe of our life, is of a mingled yarne, good and ill together: our vertues would bee proud, if our faults whipt them not, and our crimes would diſpaire if they were not cheriſh'd by our vertues. How now? Where's your maſter? He met the Duke in the ſtreet ſir, of whom hee hath taken a ſolemne leaue: his Lordſhippe will next morning for France. The Duke hath offered him Letters of commendations to the King. They ſhall bee no more then needfull there, if they were more then they can commend. They cannot be too ſweete for the Kings tartneſſe, heere's his Lordſhip now. How now my Lord, i'ſt not after midnight? I haue to night diſpatch'd ſixteene buſineſſes, a moneths length a peece, by an abſtract of ſucceſſe: I haue congied with the Duke, done my adieu with his neereſt; buried a wife, mourn'd for her▪ writ to my Ladie mother, I am returning, entertain'd my Conuoy, & betweene theſe maine parcels of diſpatch, affected many nicer needs: the laſt was the greateſt, but that I haue not ended yet. If the buſineſſe bee of any difficulty, and this morning your departure hence, it requires haſt of your Lordſhip. I meane the buſineſſe is not ended, as fearing to heare of it hereafter: but ſhall we haue this dialogue betweene the Foole and the Soldiour. Come, bring forth this counterfet module, has deceiu'd mee, like a double-meaning Propheſier. Bring him forth, ha's ſate i' th ſtockes all night poore gallant knaue. No matter, his heeles haue deſeru'd it, in vſurping his ſpurres ſo long. How does he carry himſelfe? I haue told your Lordſhip alreadie: The ſtockes carrie him. But to anſwer you as you would be vnderſtood, hee weepes like a wench that had ſhed her milke, he hath confeſt himſelfe to Morgan, whom hee ſuppoſes to be a Friar, frō the time of his remembrance to this very inſtant diſaſter of his ſetting i' th ſtockes: and what thinke you he hath confeſt? Nothing of me, ha's a? His confeſſion is taken, and it ſhall bee read to his face, if your Lordſhippe be in't, as I beleeue you are, you muſt haue the patience to heare it. A plague vpon him, muffeld; he can ſay nothing of me: huſh, huſh. Hoodman comes: Portotartaroſſa. He calles for the tortures, what will you ſay without em. I will confeſſe what I know without conſtraint, If ye pinch me like a Paſty, I can ſay no more. Bosko Chimurcho. Boblibindo chicurmurco.