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 0.81 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
read these Foreste. How Reputation lessens in esteem. Courtesy grows so cheap, that denial, Seems less troublesome than consent. And performance is only Lazy. The labour of subscription hinders more, Then thought of that, to which it doth subscribe. This Letter would fain make you a Captain In the new Troops, sent to the Valtaline. But sure your modesty will teach you balk The grant, though I should beg ye to receive't. Sir. Shall the grey head, the old Soldier. That tries misfortune by his constancy In sufferance; affronts the winter's rage; Whilst his blood is frozen into Coral, His sins into Wire: whole Valour thinks To wear Chained shot, as bracelets on his Loins. Shall his preferment be intercepted? Shall he now trail a Pike under a Boy, Whose experience is younger than his face? No, the friendship of the noble marquis Shall never countenance unjust deeds. Find a Suit more capable of my grant, And your acceptance, it is your own. Noble Signior, I'll put ye to the test. PRINCE's letters are cheaper far than those Which Scriveners put to sale. If such Pigmies, Apes in doublets, procure command o'th' Camp, Let the Cranes wage war again. No opposition Is too weak to ruinate.— Go young Lord, The Duke is ill accompanied, if only With his own thoughts. Discover more. Perhaps His discontent concerns not you. I fear, yet my hopes would fain comfort me, Farewell. I would not be unmannerly, but if She be at leisure, tell her, I am here. Please your Ladyship to sit, I'll tell her so. She's come already. I saw your entrance. How do you Sister? I humbly thank your honour, I am well, Pray dismiss your woman: I would impart A privacy. Watch my Lords coming from the Duke, and bring Me word, before he is uncoached I shall. O Madam Time is now grown old, and runs But slowly, I thought each Hour, a year, Until I saw your Ladyship. Why what's the matter? I hope my brother's well Yes, I thank heaven. But pray come hither. Who do you suppose was with me last night, When my husband was at Court? How should I tell, without you instruct me. Why give a guess. The Lady Benuolia, or the Lady Utruvio, who was it? Nay 'twas a Man too. That's fine i'faith, pray name him to me. What think you of the best man in Sienna? How! was the Duke with ye? Yes, disguised too: he either came, (or else Pretended so) to meet your husband there. After some talk, (in which he did express His love to all our family) he gave An ample praise of you: and said he saw Already so much worth in your fair breast As will add a knot to your Lords Heart, And his own: nay and make his constant love A pattern for every royal Master.
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Reade theſe Foreſte. How Reputation leſſens in eſteme. Courteſie growes ſo cheape, that deniall, Seemes leſſe troubleſome then conſent. And performance is only Lazy. The labor of ſubſcription hinders more, Then thought of that, to which it doth ſubſcribe. This Letter would faine make you a Captaine In the new Troupes, ſent to the Valtaline. But ſure your modeſty will teach you baulke The graunt, though I ſhould beg ye to receau't. Sir. Shall the grey head, the old Souldier. That tries misfortune by his conſtancy In ſufferance; ffronts the winters rage; Whilſt his blood is frozen into Corrall, His ſinnes into Wyer: whole Vallor thinkes To weare Chain'd ſhot, as bracelets on his Loynes. Shall his preferment be intercepted? Shall he now traile a Pike vnder a Boy, Whoſe experience is younger then his face? No, the frienſhip of the noble Marquiſſe Shall neuer countenance vniuſt deeds. Finde a Sute more capable of my grant, And your acceptance, it is your owne. Noble Signior, I'le put ye to the teſt. Princes letters are ceper far then thoſe Which Scriuenrs put to ſale. If ſuch Pigmyes, Apes in doublets, procure command oth' Campe, Let the Cranes wage war agen. No oppoſition Is too weake to ruinate.—Goe young Lord, The Duke is ill accompany'd, if ony With his owne thoughts. Diſcouer more. Perhaps His diſcontent concerns not you. I feare, yet my hopes would faine comfort me, Farewell. I would not be vnmannerly, but if She be at leaſure, tell her, I am heere. Pleaſe your Ladyſhip to ſit, Il'e tell her ſo. She's come already. I ſaw your entrance. How doe you Siſter? I humbly thanke your honor, I am well, Pray diſmiſſe your woman: I would impart A priuacy. Watch my Lords comming from the Duke, and bring Me word, before he is vncoach'd I ſhall. O Madam Time is now growne old, and runnes But ſlowly, I thought each Hower, a yeere, Vntill I ſaw your Ladyſhip. Why what's the matter? I hope my brother's well Yes, I thanke heauen. But pray come hither. Who doe you ſuppoſe was with me laſt night, When my husband was at Court? How ſhould I tell, without you inſtruct me. Why giue a gueſſe. The Lady Benuolia, or the Lady Vtruvia, who was it? Nay t'was a Man too. That's fine i'faith, pray name him to me. What thinke you of the beſt man in Sienna? How! was the Duke with ye? Yes, diſguis'd too: he either came, (or elſe Pretended ſo) to meete your husband there. After ſome talke, (in which he did expreſſe His loue to all our family) he gaue An ample praiſe of you: and ſayd he ſaw Already ſo much worth in your faire breaſt As will adde a knot to your Lords Heart, And his owne: nay and make his conſtant loue A patterne for euery royall Maſter.