Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Well its eruption, will she have it so then? Or your white Bishop for her, the more unclean; Vile and impious that you urge the strain to, The greater will her shames heap now i'th' end, And the wrongs meek man's glory, the time (pawn) Yesterday's cursed evening. Oh the treasure of my revenge I cannot spend on thee, Ruin enough to spare for all thy kindred too, For honour's sake call in more slanderers, I have such plentiful confusion, I know not how to waste it, i'll be nobler yet, And put her to her own house: King of meekness Take the cause to thee, for our hands are too heavy, Our proofs will fall upon her like a Tower, And grind her bones to powder. What new engine, Has the devil raised in him now. Is it he, And that the time stands firm, now to your scandal, Pray do not shift your slander. Shift your treachery, They've worn one suit too long. That holy man, So wrongfully accused by this lost pawn: H'as not been seen these ten days in these parts. How. Nay at this instant thirty leagues from hence. fathomless falsehood, will it scape unblasted. Can you make this appear? Light is not clearer, By his own letters (most impartial Monarch.) How wrongfully may sacred virtue suffer, sir. Bishop we have a treasure of that false heart. Step forth and reach those proofs. Amazement covers me, Can I be forsaken of a cause So strong in truth and equity, will virtue Send me no aid in this hard time of friendship. There's an infallible staff and a red hat Reserved for you. Oh, sir, indeed. A staff That will not easily break, you may trust to't, And such a one had your correction need of, There's a state fig for you now, Behold all, How they were in one: I always held a charity so good To holiness professed I ever believed rather, The accuser false you the professor vicious. A charity like all your virtues else, Gracious and glorious. Where sets the offence, Let the faults punishment be derived from thence: We leave her to your censure. Most just Majesty. Calamity of virtue, my Queen leaves me too: Am I cast off as the Olive casts her flower? Poor friendless innocence art thou left a prey, To the devourer? Nor thou art not lost, Let 'em put on their bloodiest resolutions, If the fair policy I aim at prospers: Thy counsel (noble Duke.) For that work chiefly. A man for speed now. Let it be my honour, sir, Make me that flight that owes my life's service. Was not this brought about for our honours: Pish, the Galician brain can work out wonders. Let's use her, as upon like discovery A maid was used at Venice, every one Be ready with a penance being majesty Vessel of foolish scandal, take thy fright Had been in that Cabinet of niceness, Half the virginities the earth locked up, And all swept at one cast, by the dexterity Of a jesuitical Gamester t'had not valued The least part of that general worth thou hast tainted.
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Well it's eruption, will ſhe haue it ſo then? Or your white Biſhop for her, the more vncleane▪ Vile and impious that you vrge the ſtraine to, The greater will her ſhames heape now i'th end, And the wrongs meeke mans glory, the time (pawne) Yeſterdayes curſed euening. Oh the treaſure of my reuenge I cannot ſpend on thee, Ruine enough to ſpare for all thy kinred too, For honors ſake call in more ſlanderers, I haue ſuch plentifull confuſion, I know not how to waſt it, ile bee nobler yet, And put her to her owne houſe: King of meekneſſe Take the cauſe to thee, for our hands are too heauy, Our proofes will fall vpon her like a Tower, And grinde her bones to powder. What new engine, Ha's the diuell rayſed in him now. Is it he, And that the time ſtands firme, now to your ſcandall, Pray do not ſhift your ſlander. Shift your treachery, They'ue worne one ſuit too long. That holy man, So wrongfully accuſed by this loſt pawne: H'as not beene ſeene theſe ten daies in theſe parts. How. Nay at this inſtant thirty leagues from hence. Fadomleſſe falſhood, will it ſcape vnblaſted. Can you make this appeare? Light is not clearer, By his owne letters (moſt impartiall Monarch.) How wrongfully may ſacred vertue ſuffer, ſir. Biſhop we haue a treaſure of that falſe heart. Step forth and reach thoſe proofes. Amazement couers me, Can I be forſaken of a cauſe So ſtrong in truth and equity, will vertue Send me no ayde in this hard time of friendſhip. There's an infallible ſtaffe and a red hat Reſerued for you. Oh, ſir, indeede. A ſtaffe That will not eaſily breake, you may truſt to't, And ſuch a one had your corruction need of, There's a ſtate figge for you now, Behold all, How they were in one: I alwayes held a charity ſo good To holineſſe profeſt I euer beleeued rather, The accuſer falſe you the profeſſor vitious. A charity like all your vertues elſe, Gracious and glorious. Where ſets the offence, Let the faults puniſhment be deriued from thence: We leaue her to your cenſure. Moſt iuſt Maieſty. Calamity of vertue, my Queene leaues me too: Am I caſt off as the Oliue caſts her flower? Poore friendleſſe innocence art thou left a prey, To the deuourer? Nor thou art not loſt, Let em put on their bloodieſt reſolutions, If the faire policy I ayme at proſpers: Thy counſell (noble Duke.) For that worke chiefely. A man for ſpeede now. Let it be my honor, ſir, Make me that flight that owes my liues ſeruice. Was not this brought about for our honours: Piſh, the Galician braine can worke out wonders. Let's vſe her, as vpon like diſcouery A mayde was vſed at Venice, euery one Be ready with a pennance being maieſty Veſſell of fooliſh ſcandall, take thy fright Had beene in that Cabinet of niceneſſe, Halfe the virginities the earth lockt vp, And all ſweept at one caſt, by the dexterity Of a Ieſuiticall Gamſter t'ad not valu'd The leaſt part of that general worth thou haſt tainted.