Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.78 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Say, Lord Chamberlain, They have done my poor house grace: For which I pay 'em a thousand thankes, And pray 'em take their pleasures. The fairest hand I ever touched: O Beauty, Till now I never knew thee. My Lord. Your Grace. Pray tell 'em thus much from me: There should be one amongst 'em by his person More worthy this place then myself, to whom (If I but knew him) with my love and duty I would surrender it. I will my Lord. What say they? Such a one, they all confess There is indeed, which they would have your Grace Find out, and he will take it. Let me see then, By all your good leaves Gentlemen; here I'll make My royal choice. Ye have found him Cardinal, You hold a fair Assembly; you do well Lord: You are a Churchman, or I'll tell you Cardinal, I should judge now unhappily. I am glad Your Grace is grown so pleasant. My Lord Chamberlain, Prithee come hither, what fair lady's that? An't please your Grace, Sir Thomas Boulogne's Daughter, the Viscount Rochfort, One of her Highness' women. By Heaven she is a dainty one. Sweet heart, I were unmannerly to take you out, And not to kiss you. A health Gentlemen, Let it go round. Sir Thomas Lovel, is the Banquet ready I' th' Privy Chamber? Yes, my Lord. Your Grace I fear, with dancing is a little heated. I fear too much. There's fresher air my Lord, In the next Chamber. Led in your Ladies every one: Sweet Partner, I must not yet forsake you: Let's be merry, Good my Lord Cardinal: I have halfe a dozen healths, To drink to these fair Ladies, and a measure To lead 'em once again, and then let's dream Who's best in favour. Let the Music knock it. Whether away so fast? O, God save ye: Even to the Hall, to hear what shall become Of the great Duke of Buckingham. I'll save you That labour Sir. All's now done but the Ceremony Of bringing back the Prisoner. Were you there? Yes indeed was I. Pray speak what has happened. You may guess quickly what. Is he found guilty? Yes truly is he, And condemned upon't. I am sorry for't. So are a number more. But pray how past it? I'll tell you in a little. The great Duke Came to the Bar; where, to his accusations He pleaded still not guilty, and alleged Many sharp reasons to defeat the Law. The King's Attorney on the contrary, Urged on the Examinations, proofs, confessions Of diverse witnesses, which the Duke desired To him brought vina voce to his face; At which appeared against him, his Surueyor Sir Gilbert Peck his Chancellor, and Iohn Car, Confessor to him, with that Devil Monk, Hopkins, that made this mischief.
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Say, Lord Chamberlaine, They haue done my poore houſe grace: For which I pay 'em a thouſand thankes, And pray 'em take their pleaſures. The faireſt hand I euer touch'd: O Beauty, Till now I neuer knew thee. My Lord. Your Grace. Pray tell 'em thus much from me: There ſhould be one amongſt 'em by his perſon More worthy this place then my ſelfe, to whom (If I but knew him) with my loue and duty I would ſurrender it. I will my Lord. What ſay they? Such a one, they all confeſſe There is indeed, which they would haue your Grace Find out, and he will take it. Let me ſee then, By all your good leaues Gentlemen; heere Ile make My royall choyce. Ye haue found him Cardinall, You hold a faire Aſſembly; you doe well Lord: You are a Churchman, or Ile tell you Cardinall, I ſhould iudge now vnhappily. I am glad Your Grace is growne ſo pleaſant. My Lord Chamberlaine, Prethee come hither, what faire Ladie's that? An't pleaſe your Grace, Sir Thomas Bullens Daughter, the Viſcount Rochford,▪ One of her Highneſſe women. By Heauen ſhe is a dainty one. Sweet heart, I were vnmannerly to take you out, And not to kiſſe you. A health Gentlemen, Let it goe round. Sir Thomas Louell, is the Banket ready I' th' Priuy Chamber? Yes, my Lord. Your Grace I feare, with dancing is a little heated. I feare too much. There's freſher ayre my Lord, In the next Chamber. Lead in your Ladies eu'ry one: Sweet Partner, I muſt not yet forſake you: Let's be merry, Good my Lord Cardinall: I haue halfe a dozen healths, To drinke to theſe faire Ladies, and a meaſure To lead 'em once againe, and then let's dreame Who's beſt in fauour. Let the Muſicke knock it. Whether away ſo faſt? O, God ſaue ye: Eu'n to the Hall, to heare what ſhall become Of the great Duke of Buckingham. Ile ſaue you That labour Sir. All's now done but the Ceremony Of bringing backe the Priſoner. Were you there? Yes indeed was I. Pray ſpeake what ha's happen'd. You may gueſſe quickly what. Is he found guilty? Yes truely is he, And condemn'd vpon't. I am ſorry fort. So are a number more. But pray how paſt it? Ile tell you in a little. The great Duke Came to the Bar; where, to his accuſations He pleaded ſtill not guilty, and alleadged Many ſharpe reaſons to defeat the Law. The Kings Atturney on the contrary, Vrg'd on the Examinations, proofes, confeſſions Of diuers witneſſes, which the Duke deſir'd To him brought vina voce to his face; At which appear'd againſt him, his Surueyor Sir Gilbert Pecke his Chancellour, and Iohn Car, Confeſſor to him, with that Diuell Monke, Hopkins, that made this miſchiefe.