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 0.87 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I beg of thee not to mistake the sense Of my designs. My words import my heart, And both, no danger unto thee. I hope my skill in servitude, will not Provoke my Prince to tempt my honour. What prolix love is this; Dost thou indent With my acceptance, make choice of services! Your Grace will give me leave; since that I know I not deserve to share in your high secrets, To doubt my safety in knowing this. Death! and horror! thy suspicions are too thin. Consider why I sent the Count to Lucca? Upon my life thou art secure: therefore Reply unto my former question. My gracious Lord, I have some interest In her woman. In Corsa's woman known to thee? She is. Perhaps— Discharge thy tongue. May my ears blister If they digest words to thy prejudice. Perhaps I knew her, beyond the modest strain. There's Gold. Castruchio, show some pity On rebellious blood. Be my Harbinger, Billet me this night where she doth lie And thou art made for ever. Must it be this night? Strict opportunity will have it so. Her Lord returns with the next Sun. I cannot say herself shall porter be Unto your entrance; but her woman shall. Enough! here's more Gold. Summon up thy brain Thy heart, thy soul, to meet in consolation, And so contrive my peace, Farewell. I will instruct your Grace e'er long: both when, And how to make this armorous assault. myself and my Exchequer are thine own. There needs no Art to work him into evil; He is bad enough t'infect the Devil. Good! they have left the Garden door unlocked I'll venture in to help discovery. Castruchio is graced with rare employment: The Duke and he do here consume the Night. These are hours for Ghosts, Adulterers And Thieves. The slave is Haggard. At Supper Being full of gold: his vain Appetite Fed at Nero's rate; I was discarded With a frown: shaken like a burr from's sleeve. As if my closure heretofore had been Impertinent. Ambition lessens all Beneath itself to nothing: the higher We do stand: so much less those men appear Whom we behold below— Hark! Kind Fortune Lend me thy Ears— The night grows aged now. 'twere fit the Duke Would hasten his departure. In troth Wench, Thy service to him exceeds requital. But what; she took it willingly! No, but she did not. Pox o' these modest Lies! I say she did, In troth you do abuse her then; I'm sure Her shrieks did scare my heart up to my lips. Then thou couldst have Kissed heartily. I wonder, it wakened not the whole house. Is't possible! what means did the Duke use To stifle up this noise? Nay, I know not. But since she was no more Pliant; it doth repent me much, I e'er Was instrument to his other actions.
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I beg of thee not to miſtake the ſenſe Of my deſignes. My words import my heart, And both, no danger vnto thee. I hope my skill in ſeruitude, will not Prouoke my Prince to tempt my honor. What prolixe loue is this; Doſt thou indent With my acceptance, make choyce of ſeruices! Your Grace will giue me leaue; ſince that I know I not deſerue to ſhare in your high ſecrets, To doubt my ſafety in knowing this. Death! and horror! thy ſuſpitions are too thinne. Conſider why I ſent the Count to Lucca? Vpon my life thou art ſecure: therefore Reply vnto my former queſtion. My gracious Lord, I haue ſome intereſt In her woman. In Corſa's woman knowne to thee? She is. Perhaps— Diſcharge thy tongue. May my eares bliſter If they digeſt words to thy preiudice. Perhaps I knew her, beyond the modeſt ſtraine. There's Gold. Caſtruchio, ſhew ſome pitty On rebellious blood. Be my Harbenger, Billet me this night where ſhe doth lye And thou art made for euer. Muſt it be this night? Strict opportunitie will haue it ſo. Her Lord returnes with the next Sunne. I cannot ſay her ſelfe ſhall porter be Vnto your entrance; but her woman ſhall. Enough! here's more Gold. Smmon vp thy braine Thy heart, thy ſoule, to meet in conſulation, And ſo contriue my peace, Farewell. I will inſtruct your Grace e're long: both when, And how to make this armorous aſſault. My ſelfe and my Exchequer are thine owne. There needs no Art to worke him into euill; He is bad enough t'infect the Deuill. Good! they haue left the Garden dore vnlocked I'le venture in to helpe diſcouery. Caſtruchio is grac'd with rare imployment: The Duke and he doe heere conſume the Night. Theſe are houres for Ghoſts, Adulterers And Theeues. The ſlaue is Haggard. At Supper Being full of gold: his vaine Appetite Fed at Nero's rate; I was diſcarded With a frowne: ſhaken like a Burre from's ſleeue. As if my cloſure heeretofore had bin Impertinent. Ambition leſſens all Beneath it ſelfe to nothing: the higher We doe ſtand: ſo much leſſe thoſe men appeare Whom we behold below—Hearke! Kinde Fortune Lend me thy Eares— The night growes aged now. T'were fit the Duke Would haſten his departure. In troth Wench, Thy ſeruice to him exceeds requitall. But what; ſhe tooke it willingly! No, but ſhe did not. Pox 'o theſe modeſt Lies! I ſay ſhe did, In troth you doe abuſe her then; I'm ſure Her ſhreeks did ſcare my heart vp to my lipps. Then thou couldſt haue Kiſs'd heartely. I wonder, it wakened not the whole houſe. Iſt poſsible! what meanes did the Duke vſe To ſtifle vp this noyſe? Nay, I know not. But ſince ſhe was no more Pliant; it doth repent me much, I'ere Was inſtrument to his other actions.