Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
May a fearful barrenness, Blast both my hopes and pleasures, if I brought not Her ruin in my pity, a new trap For her more sure confusion. Have I not won now, Did not I say 'twas craft, and machination? I smell conspiracy all the way I went, Although the mess were covered I'm so used to't. That queen would I fain finger. You are too hasty (sir) If she were took the game would be ours quickly, My aims at that white Knight, t'entrap him first. The Duke will follow too. Would that Bishop were in my Diocese, I'd soon change his whiteness. (Sir) I could whip you up a pawn immediately, I know where my game stands. Do't suddenly, Advantage least must not be lost in this play. Pawn, thou art ours. he's taken by default, By wilful negligence, guard the sacred persons, Look well to the white Bishop, for that pawn Gave guard to the queen, and him in the third place. See what sure piece you lock your confidence in, I made this pawn here by corruption ours, As soon as honour by creation yours, The whiteness upon him is but the leprosy Of pure dissimulation: view him now, His heart and his intents are of our colour. Most dangerous Hypocrite One made against us. This truth of his complexion. Has my goodness, Clemency, love, and favour gracious raised thee From a condition next to popular labour, Took thee from all the dubitable hazards Of Fortune? her most unsecure adventures? And grafted thee into a branch of honour, And dost thou fall from the top bough by the rottenness Of thy alone corruption, like a fruit That's over-ripened by the beams of favour, Let thy own weight reward thee, I have forgot thee, Integrity of life is so dear to me, Where I find falsehood, or a crying trespass, Be it in any whom our grace shines most on, I'd tear 'em from my heart. Spoke like heaven's substitute. You have him, we can spare him, and his shame Will make the rest look better to their Game. The more cunning we must use then. we shall match you, Play how you can) perhaps, and make you too. Is there so much amazement spent on him That's but half black, there might be hope of that man But how will this house wonder, if I stand forth And show a whole one, instantly discover One that's all black, where there's no hope at all. I'll say, thy heart then justifies thy books, I long for thy discovery. look no farther then, Bear witness all the house I am the man, And turn myself into the black house freely, I am of this side now. Monster near matched him. This is your noble work Knight. Now I'll halter him. Next news you hear, expect my books against you, Printed at Douai, Brussels, or Spalato. See his goods seized on.
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May a fearefull barrenneſſe, Blaſt both my hopes and pleaſures, if I brought not Her ruine in my pitty, a new trap For her more ſure confuſion. Haue I not wonne now, Did not I ſay 'twas craft, and machination? I ſmell conſpiracie all the way I went, Although the meſſe were couered I'me ſo vſ'd to't. That queene would I faine finger. You are too haſty (ſir) If ſhe were took the game would be ours quickly, My aymes at that white Knight, t'entrap him firſt. The Duke will follow too. Would that Biſhop were in my Dioceſſe, I'de ſoone change his whiteneſſe. (Sir) I could whip you vp a pawne imediatly, I know where my game ſtands. Do't ſuddainly, Aduantage leaſt muſt not be loſt in this play. Pawne, thou art ours. Hee's taken by default, By wilfull negligence, gard the ſacred perſons, Looke well to the white Biſhop, for that pawne Gaue guard to the queene, and him in the third place. See what ſure peece you locke your confidence in, I made this pawne heere by corruption ours, As ſoone as honour by creation yours, The whiteneſſe vpon him is but the leaproſy Of pure diſſemulation: view him now, His heart and his intents are of our colour. Moſt dangerous Hypocrite One made againſt vs. This truth of his complection. Has my goodneeſſe, Clemency, loue, and fauour gracious rayſ'd thee From a condition next to popular labour, Tooke thee from all the dublitable hazards Of Fortune? her moſt vnſecure aduentures? And grafted thee into a branch of honour, And doſt thou fal from the top bough by the rottennes Of thy alone corruption, like a fruite That's ouer-ripned by the beames of fauour, Let thy owne weight reward thee, I haue forgot thee, Integrity of life is ſo deare to me, Where I finde falſhood, or a crying treſpaſſe, Be it in any whom our grace ſhines moſt on, I'de teare em from my heart. Spoke like Heauens ſubſtitute. You haue him, we can ſpare him, and his ſhame Will make the reſt looke better to their Game. The more cunning we muſt vſe then. Wee ſhall match you, Play how you can) perhaps, and make you too. Is there ſo much amazement ſpent on him That's but halfe black, there might be hope of that man But how will this houſe wonder, if I ſtand forth And ſhew a whole one, inſtantly diſcouer One that's all blacke, where ther's no hope at all. Ile ſay, thy heart then iuſtifies thy bookes, I long for thy diſcouery. Looke no farther then, Beare witneſſe all the houſe I am the man, And turne my ſelfe into the blacke houſe freely, I am of this ſide now. Monſter neere matcht him. This is your noble worke Knight. Now Ile halter him▪ Next newes you heare, expect my bookes againſt you, Printed at Doway, Bruxells, or Spallato. See his goods ſeaz'd on.