Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1627 [licensed for stage, Jan 12] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.79 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
We do affect his thoughts Such industry Proclaims him fit for high designs: Some Men Attend the talking Drum, and riddle out Their lives on Earth; with Madness Sophistry: Calling their loss, their gain, danger, delight. Some men converse with Books, and melt the brain In sullen study how to vindicate The liberal Arts. Those lose formality, Then grow Methodical; and die i'th' dark. Some practice rules of State, and suffer much For honour's sake: nay tread upon themselves At first; to reach the higher. Some pursue The Plough; and in their wholesome sweat do swim. And some that furnished are with nimbler souls, Employ their times in wanton exercise; Masques and Revels: the compliments of Love, And Love I find the easiest vanity. O gentle Corsa! make it so with me, Fain would I (if I durst) reveal to him The heat of my affection, and where 'tis fixed. Hark: sure the gallery door is left unlocked. Are we debarred all place of privacy? Nature in us hath lost her vulgar right. A loud, bawling suitor; doth not waken Charity, but deafen her. A shame upon 'em all? In Lucio. 1. Heaven bless his Grace! 2. Amen: and my Lord the Count's good Honour. 3. Friend▪ went the Duke this way? 2. Here. This way. 3. Pray show me him: they call Signior Lucio 2. The Count. Come, I'll show you him. 1. Follow, follow, follow. Dost here? Cosimo. What sayst thou? I prithee stay, why slip but here aside And thou shalt see the most resplendent fop, That ever did discredit Nature. Signior. Lothario; a Country Gentleman But now the Court Baboon: who persuades himself, (Out of a new kind of madness) to be The Duke's favourite. He comes. Th'other is A bundle of Proverbs: whom he seduced From the Plough; to serve him for Preferment. Borachio. My Lord? Survey my garments round, and then declare If I have hit it? You have sir: but not the mark. What mark? thou bold Parishioner of Hell. Why Sir, the mark I aim at: Preferment. After a storm, comes a calm: the harder You blow, the sooner your Cheeks will ache: and he That cares for your anger, may have more of't When he list, for my part, I know my Mother. The froward Sisters have conspired Slave! Dog Wilt thou never leave this immense folly? Can nothing serve these dull Lips but Proverbs? Sir, I know none of your Proverbs. First come, First served. These words that are nearest the tongue, Have opportunity soonest to leave The mouth. Is it then decreed, I must grow mad? I'll be no more flouted, nor bruised, not I What need my Lord, be beholding to me For's mirth; when he may laugh at's own folly? Besides though motion and exercise Be good for gross bodies; therefore, must they Of the Guard, pitch me up and down like a bar?
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We doe affct his thoughts Such induſtry Proclaimes him fit for high deſignes: Some Men Attend the talking Drumme, and riddle out Their liues on Earth; with Madneſſe Sophiſtry: Calling their loſſe, their gaine, danger, delight. Some men conuerſe with Bookes, and melt the braine In ſulln ſtudy how to vindicate The liberall Arts. Thoſe looſe formalitie, Then grow Methodicall; and dy i'th' darke. Some practiſe rules of State, and ſuffer much For Honors ſake: nay tread vpon themſelues At firſt; to reach the higher. Some purſue The Plough; and in their wholeſome ſweat doe ſwimme. And ſome that furniſh'd are with nimbler ſoules, Imploy their times in wanton exerciſe; Maſques and Reuells: the complements of Loue, And Loue I finde the eaſieſt vanity. O gentle Corſa! make it ſo with me, Faine would I (if I durſt) reueale to him The heate of my affection, and where t'is fix'd. Hearke: ſure the gallery doore is left vnlockt. Are we debard all place of priuacie? Nature in vs hath loſt her vulgar right. A loude, bawling ſutor; doth not waken Charitie, but deafen her. A ſhame vpon 'em all? In Lucio. 1. Heauen bleſſe his Grace! 2. Amen: and my Lord the Count's good Honor. 3. Friend▪ went the Duke this way? 2. Heere. This way. 3. Pray ſhew me him: they call Signior Lucio 2. The Count. Come, I'le ſhew you him. 1. Follow, follow, follow. Doſt heere? Coſimo. What ſayſt thou? I prethee ſtay, why ſlip but heere aſid And thou ſhalt ſee the moſt reſplendent Fopp, That euer did diſcredit Nature. Sigmor. Lothario; a Countrey Gentleman But now the Court Baboone: who perſwades himſelfe, (Out of a new kinde of madneſſe) to be The Dukes fauorite. He comes. Th'other is A bundle of Prouerbs: whom he ſeduc'd From the Plough; to ſerue him for Preferment. Borachio. My Lord? Suruay my garments round, and then declare If I haue hit it? You haue ſir: but not the marke. What marke? thou bold Pariſhioner of Hell. Why Sir, the marke I aime at: Preferment. After a ſtorme, comes a calme: the harder You blow, the ſooner your Cheekes will ake: and he That cares for your anger, may haue more of't When he liſt, for my part, I know my Mother. The froward Siſters haue conſpir'd Slaue! Dog Wilt thou neuer leaue this immenſe folly? Can nothing ſerue theſe dull Lippes but Prouerbs? Sir, I know none of your Prouerbs. Firſt come, Firſt ſeru'd. Theſe words that are neereſt the tongue, Haue opportunitie ſooneſt to leaue The mouth. Is it then decreed, I muſt grow mad? I'le be no more flowed, nor bruſ'd, not I What need my Lord, be beholding to me For's mirth; when he may laugh at's owne folly? Beſides though motion and exerciſe Be good for groſſe bodies; therefore, muſt they Of the Guard, pitch me vp and downe like a barre?