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 0.90 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Then Signior, you will oblige my prayers. At supper, when you departed from me, You gave demonstrations of discontent: Who knows, but whilst the soul's employed within; The body might neglect some outward form, Which curiosity prefers to custom. Custom to abuse. It was my business Not disrespect of you, that did deprive My compliment of vanity. I shall Rejoice when I can show you kindness. I will be bold to think so. I'd have thee build thy Mansion on a Rock. Favourites are served in with those Dishes The Prince best loves. And meat we most affect We soonest surfeit on. Instruct thy soul. The Count is but a glorious trifle. And to be factious without benefit— Well, think upon't. I know a way to get The Duke's best Ear, without Foreste's help. Farewell. The Profit of the day be yours. These tricks Shall make me wear him in my Eyes. The slave Doth usher out his breath in state; as if His honours had out grown his own knowledge. Yet but a tame Pander. The beauteous Corsa Is ravished by the Duke. O black horror. Arise my soul, inspire my industry With noble purpose. Something I'll do That shall proclaim my Spirit. Hence, hence, like Time; who swiftly flies away, But evermore returns. Go cruel wench! Thou hast betrayed thy Mistress, even to Eternal loss. Th'Angels that live above Have seen it all. They know thee well enough. In the general Session of the world; It will not my adultery be called; But a prodigious Rape derived from thee. Good Madam, your Conscience is too bold: It troubles you too much. Dismiss't: think, That other ladies have offended more. Out Devil. Wilt thou betray my soul too? Duarte hence! I am inspired with strength To make revenge prove masculine. Fly quickly hence. Why dost thou stay? There's Gold. I prithee wench in all thy Pilgrimage Disperse my fault in charitable sense. Use me nobly with thy Tongue. So farewell. Or let my sin no mercy find in Heaven, No pity here on Earth. Now all the motives of my Lords delight Exterminate for evermore with me. My silent Lute's interred in the Case. My voice now rather frights, then captivates The sense. O Sister, dare you visit me? I am a strumpet grown. Hence, and secure Your fame. Alack, what prodigy is this! I will tell thee all. For I should disgrace Iniquity to be modest now. The Duke— Ay me! What in that name can privilege Offence? Hear my Luinna, hear. In midst of night, By my pernicious woman's help; He opes My chamber door: whose faithful Hinges shrieked, To warn me of his dire approach. His Hand Employed a Torch, a Torch; whose fancy weak Aged, and black, had overgrown the flame. And showed (methought) like unto Tarquin's Ghost; Preaching in fire: as if it counseled him, To prevent such penance by forsaking His attempt. This, I told him too. But he (That came not to consider, but to act) o'erruled my Hands with his: then made shipwreck Of my Honour.
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Then Signior, you will oblige my prayers. At ſupper, when you departed from me, You gaue demonſtrations of diſcontent: Who knowes, but whilſt the ſoul's imploy'd within; The body might neglect ſome outward forme, Which curioſity preferrs to cuſtome. Cuſtome to abuſe. It was my buſineſſe Not diſreſpect of you, that did depriue My complement of vanity. I ſhall Reioyce when I can ſhew you kindeneſſe. I will be bold to thinke ſo. I'de haue thee build thy Mansion on a Rocke. Fauorites are ſeru'd in with thoſe Diſhes The Prince beſt loues. And meate we moſt affect We ſooneſt ſurfeit on. Inſtruct thy ſoule. The Count is but a glorious trifle. And to be factious without benefit— Well, thinke vpon't. I know a way to get The Dukes beſt Eare, without Foreſte's helpe. Farewell. The Profit of the day be yours. Theſe tricks Shall make me weare him in my Eies. The ſlaue Doth vſher out his breath in ſtate; as if His honours had out growne his owne knowledge. Yet but a tame Pande. The beautious Corſa Is rauiſh'd by the Duke. O blacke horror. Ariſe my ſoule, inſpire my induſtry With noble purpose. Something I'le doe That ſhall proclaime my Spirit. Hence, hence, like Time; who ſwiftly flys away, But euermore returnes. Goe cruell wench! Thou haſt betray'd thy Miſtreſſe, euen to Eternall loſſe. Th'Angels that liue aboue Haue ſeene it all. They know thee well enough. In the generall Seſsion of the world; It will not my adultery be call'd; But a prodigious Rape deriu'd from thee. Good Madam, your Conſcience is too bold: It troubles you too much. Diſmiſe't: thinke, That other Ladys haue offended more. Out Deuill. Wilt thou betray my ſoule too? Duarte hence! I am inſpired with ſtrength To make reuenge prooue maſculine. Flye quickely hence. Why doeſt thou ſtay? There's Gold. I prethee wench in all thy Pilgrimage Diſperſe my faulte in charitable ſence. Vſe me nobly with thy Tongue. So farewell. Or let my ſinne no mercy finde in Heauen, No pitty heere on Earth. Now all the motiues of my Lords delight Exterminate for euermore with me. My ſilent Lute's interred in the Caſe. My voyce now rather frights, then captiuates The ſence. O Siſter, dare you visit me? I am a ſtrumpet growne. Hence, and ſecure Your fame. Alack, what prodegie is this! I will tell thee all. For I ſhould diſgrace Iniquitie to be modeſt now. The Duke— Ay me! What in that name can priuiledge Offence? Heare my Luinna, heare. In midſt of night, By my pernicious womans helpe; He opes My chamber doore: whoſe faithfull Hinges ſhreek'd, To warne me of his dire approach. His Hand Imployd a Torch, a Torch; whoſe fancy weake Aged, and blacke, had ouergrowen the flame. And ſhew'd (me thought) like vnto Tarquins Ghoſt; Preaching in fire: as if it counſell'd him, To preuent ſuch pennance by forſaking His attempt. This, I told him too. But he (That came not to conſider, but to act) O'reu'd my Hands with his: then made ſhipwrack Of my Honor.