Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Let him on: Go forward. On my Soul, I'll speak but truth. I told my Lord the Duke, by th' Devil's illusions The Monk might be deceived, and that 'twas dangerous For this to ruminate on this so far, until It forged him some design, which being believed It was much like to do: He answered, Tush, It can do me no damage; adding further, That had the King in his last Sickness failed, The Cardinals and Sir Thomas Lovels heads Should have gone off. Ha'? What, so rank? Ah, ha', There's mischief in this man; canst thou say further? I can my Liege. Proceed. Being at Greenwich. After your Highness had reproved the Duke About Sir William Bulmer. I remember of such a time, being my sworn servant, The Duke retained him his. But on: what hence? If (quoth he) I for this had been committed, As to the Tower, I thought; I would have played The Part my Father meant to act upon Th' Usurper Richard, who being at Salisbury, Made suit to come in's presence; which if granted, (As he made semblance of his duty) would Have put his knife into him. A Giant Traitor. Now Madam, may his Highness live in freedom, And this man out of Prison. God mend all. there's something more would out of thee; what sayst? After the Duke his Father, with the knife He stretched him, and with one hand on his dagger, Another spread on's breast, mounting his eyes, He did discharge a horrible Oath, whose tenor Was, were he evil used, he would outgo His Father, by as much as a performance Does an irresolute purpose. There's his period, To sheathe his knife in us: he is attached, Call him to present trial: if he may Find mercy in the Law, 'tis his; if none, Let him not seeked of us; By day and night he's Traitor to th' height. Is't possible the spells of France should juggle Men into such strange mysteries? New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous, (Nay let 'em be unmanly) yet are followed. As far as I see, all the good our English Have got by the late Voyage, is but merely A fit or two o' th' face, (but they are shrewd ones) For when they hold 'em, you would swear directly Their very noses had been counselors To Pepin or Clotharius, they keep State so. They have all new legs, And lame ones; one would take it, That never see 'em place before, the Spaven A Spring-halt rained among 'em. Death my Lord, Their clothes are after such a Pagan cut too't, That sure th' have worn out Christendom: how now? What news, Sir Thomas Lovel? Faith my Lord, I hear of none but the new Proclamation, That's clapped upon the Court Gate. What is't for? The reformation of our travelled Gallants, That fill the Court with quarrels, talk, and Tailors. I'm glad 'tis there; Now I would pray our Monsieurs To think an English Courtier may be wise, And never see the Louure.
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Let him on: Goe forward. On my Soule, Ile ſpeake but truth. I told my Lord the Duke, by th' Diuels illuſions The Monke might be deceiu'd, and that 'twas dangerous For this to ruminate on this ſo farre, vntill It forg'd him ſome deſigne, which being beleeu'd It was much like to doe: He anſwer'd, Tuſh, It can doe me no damage; adding further, That had the King in his laſt Sickneſſe faild, The Cardinals and Sir Thomas Louels heads Should haue gone off. Ha? What, ſo rancke? Ah, ha, There's miſchiefe in this man; canſt thou ſay further? I can my Liedge. Proceed. Being at Greenwich. After your Highneſſe had reprou'd the Duke About Sir William Blumer. I remember of ſuch a time, being my ſworn ſeruant, The Duke retein'd him his. But on: what hence? If (quoth he) I for this had beene committed, As to the Tower, I thought; I would haue plaid The Part my Father meant to act vpon Th' Vſurper Richard, who being at Salsbury, Made ſuit to come in's preſence; which if granted, (As he made ſemblance of his duty) would Haue put his knife into him. A Gyant Traytor. Now Madam, may his Highnes liue in freedome, And this man out of Priſon. God mend all. Ther's ſomthing more would out of thee; what ſay'ſt? After the Duke his Father, with the knife He ſtretch'd him, and with one hand on his dagger, Another ſpread on's breaſt, mounting his eyes, He did diſcharge a horrible Oath, whoſe tenor Was, were he euill vs'd, he would outgoe His Father, by as much as a performance Do's an irreſolute purpoſe. There's his period, To ſheath his knife in vs: he is attach'd, Call him to preſent tryall: if he may Finde mercy in the Law, 'tis his; if none, Let him not ſeek't of vs; By day and night Hee's Traytor to th' height. Is't poſſible the ſpels of France ſhould iuggle Men into ſuch ſtrange myſteries? New cuſtomes, Though they be neuer ſo ridiculous, (Nay let 'em be vnmanly) yet are follow'd. As farre as I ſee, all the good our Engliſh Haue got by the late Voyage, is but meerely A fit or two o' th' face, (but they are ſhrewd ones) For when they hold 'em, you would ſweare directly Their very noſes had been Councellours To Pepin or Clotharius, they keepe State ſo. They haue all new legs, And lame ones; one would take it, That neuer ſee 'em pace before, the Spauen A Spring-halt rain'd among 'em. Death my Lord, Their cloathes are after ſuch a Pagan cut too't, That ſure th' haue worne out Chiſtendome: how now? What newes, Sir Thomas Louell? Faith my Lord, I heare of none but the new Proclamation, That's clapt vpon the Court Gate. What is't for? The reformation of our trauel'd Gallants, That fill the Court with quarrels, talke, and Taylors. I'm glad 'tis there; Now I would pray our Monſieurs To thinke an Engliſh Courtier may be wiſe, And neuer ſee the Lonure.