Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.85 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Dear Brother, what was your quarrel? Come Sir, be of good comfort, neither your wounds Nor the cold hand of justice, if it be Within my power to help it, shall rob Your loving Sister of you, she is by me So well beloved. I want words to express how much I love And honour you. madam I would not have you go about To preserve me with your own danger, I mean the king's displeasure, beside, I fear Your labour will be fruitless; for if the Lodge Be not hard by, sure I shall bleed to death, Before we can come thither. It is but hard by. Then I may live to do you service, Rather let me perish before I trouble you. You are her Brother, and cannot trouble me, we'll lay the body behind yond bush, until we Send for it. Can you not find the Duke's body Say you Gerard? nowhere madam can I find it, And yet I have sought it round about the place Where you appointed me; I found the bloody plot Where it had been, his horse I found to Tied fast to a tree. It is strange, what can become of it, Gerard, Upon your life keep secret what you know, And see that none come near the Lodge. I will send you all provision necessary, Pretending that Mariana is sick. madam, I fear she will be so indeed, She doth so apprehend her Brother's danger. She hath no cause, no wounds of his are mortal; Or if they were, I have applied such sovereign remedies That they shall cure 'em: but who shall be my Surgeon? Love, I must fly to thee I fear for remedy, I pray thee go back, and see that all things be well, And in the morning bring me word how she hath Slept tonight. madam, there shall be nothing wanting That lieth within my power. How careful am I Of his wounds? methinks I would not Have him die for all the world: fie Cleonarda, Taken at the first sight with outward beauty, Nor being assured first of the inward worth! I wrong myself, and him: It was The inward bravery of his mind, which all The Kingdom doth admire, that turned my heart, Which until now hath been like adamant To Kings, to melting Ice to him, and not his Outward beauty, that never could have found A passage to my heart, but that the way Was chalked out to it by his Fame: but stay, Whither do my vain imaginations carry me? Though Lysander could in worth equal the Gods, Yet it were not fit for me to love him as a husband; He is my Brother's Subject, shall he be my Master? No. To my old sports again: tomorrow I will be up by break of day, And Reason (as I chase the Stag) Shall chase these thoughts away.
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Deare Brother, what was your quarrell? Come Sir, be of good comfort, neither your wounds Nor the cold hand of Iuſtice, if it be Within my power to helpe it, ſhall rob Your louing Siſter of you, ſhee is by me So well belou'd. I want words to expreſſe how much I loue And honour you. Madame I would not haue you goe about To preſerue mee with your owne danger, I meane the Kings diſpleaſure, beſides, I feare Your labour will be fruitleſſe; for if the Lodge Be not hard by, ſure I ſhall bleed to death, Before we can come thither. It is but hard by. Then I may liue to doe you ſeruice, Rather let me periſh before I trouble you. You are her Brother, and cannot trouble me, Wee'l lay the body behind yon buſh, vntill we Send for it. Can you not finde the Dukes body Say you Gerard? No where Madame can I finde it, And yet I haue ſought it round about the place Where you appointed me; I found the bloudy plot Where it had beene, his horſe I found to Tied faſt to a tree. It is ſtrange, what can become of it, Gerard, Vpon your life keepe ſecret what you know, And ſee that none come neere the Lodge. I will ſend you all prouiſion neceſſary, Pretending that Mariana is ſicke. Madame, I feare ſhe will be ſo indeed, She doth ſo apprehend her Brothers danger. She hath no cauſe, no wounds of his are mortall; Or if they were, I haue applyed ſuch ſoueraigne remedies That they ſhall cure 'em: but who ſhall be my Surgeon? Loue, I muſt flye to thee I feare for remedy, I pray thee goe backe, and ſee that all things be well, And in the morning bring me word how ſhe hath Slept to night. Madame, there ſhall bee nothing wanting That lyeth within my power. How carefull am I Of his wounds? me thinkes I would not Haue him dye for all the world: fie Cleonarda, Taken at the firſt ſight with outward beauty, Nor being aſſur'd firſt of the inward worth! I wrong my ſelfe, and him: It was The inward brauery of his mind, which all The Kingdome doth admire, that turn'd my heart, Which vntill now hath beene like adamant To Kings, to melting Ice to him, and not his Outward beauty, that neuer could haue found A paſſage to my heart, but that the way Was chalked out to it by his Fame: but ſtay, Whither doe my vaine imaginations carry me? Though Lyſander could in worth equall the Gods, Yet it were not fit for me to loue him as a husband; He is my Brothers Subiect, ſhall he be my Maſter? No. To my old ſports agen: to morrow I will bee vp by breake of day, And Reaſon (as I chaſe the Stagge) Shall chaſe theſe thoughts away.