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 0.85 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
O royal Villain! My joints and sinews dissipated are, And scattered in a trembling fear. But mark More sorrows yet. My Husband looking in My Cabinet, did spy that jewel there, Which the Duke last gave me. It was to him A new, and unknown star: and comet like, Employed his thoughts with such Astrology As made an Optic of his jealousy; Through which, he would discern the cause, th' effect Of its being there. I told him all the truth: And Truth's oftener praised, then rewarded Here on Earth: for he dismissed me straight With fatal looks. My Brother is a noble Gentleman. Go, go, and kneel to him. All jealousy Must still be strangled in its birth: or Time Will soon conspire to make it strong enough To overcome the truth. Shield us sweet Heaven! The Sybills dance about my Heart. They lay Their verges here: infusing a prophetic fear: Which whispers we shall never meet again, let's take a solemn leave— farewell for ever Farewell! the noblest Lady o'th' World. I am glad to see thee well Borachio! But where's thy Master? what, in durance still? Alas Sir, I (Good Gentleman,) the Room Wherein they have put him, is so little He fills it up to the Roof: and is fain To leave his Legs Sentinels without door, To watch the rest of his body. 'tis no Chamber, but a Court. Cupboard. But they make him amends in his diet. They cannot Sir, For he's a faint eater, If he would pray so often as he fasts; He had been at liberty long ago. He'll dine upon a single Pea; and leave Orts. Do they no more regard his potent hopes? Alas Sir, when Fortune's Tippet stands up, Few men will lend a pin to tack it down, ay, and my lineage have sweet loss of him: I'm sure of'at, Nay, that's too evident. O sir! I would not ha' givengiuen this Rush; T'have been assured all th'offices in's gift But hang such Dukes (I say) that suffer thus Their Favourites to be imprisoned. How now Borachio! Dost thou speak treason? Sir, I have said no more, than what I mean To unsay again: which is but a kind Of losing one's labour. And 'tis better, To be ill employed then to be idle. How the slave sows his Proverbs together. Are you come? I have stayed until the Clock Gave your promise the lie. My time was spent to more advantage. I have declared my interest in your blood. If you assist my plots; you needs must share Success, that hath already warranted A large requital. I am resolved: and wish myself more able. 'tis well. But now you undertake business: You must be as serious as a Musle. That is: wear your Beard, upon your tongue: talk, Bravely. But of all avoid Dorido As you would to drink A violent poison. Enough, he is a stranger to my thoughts. There's fresh encouragement—
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O royall Villaine! My ioynts and ſinnews diſsipated are, And ſcatter'd in a trembling feare. But marke More ſorrowes yet. My Husband lookeing in My Cabinet, did ſpy that Iewell there, Which the Duke laſt gaue me. It was to him A new, and vnknowne ſtarre: and Commet like, Imployd his thoughts with ſuch Aſtrologie As made an Optick of his iealouſie; Through which, he would diſcerne the cauſe, th' effect Of its being there. I told him all the truth: And Truth's oftner prayſed, then rewarded Heere on Earth: for he diſmiſs'd me ſtreight With fatall lookes. My Brother is a noble Gentleman. Goe, goe, and kneele to him. All iealouſie Muſt ſtill be ſtrangled in its birth: or Time Will ſoone conſpire to make it ſtrong enough To ouercome the truth. Shield vs ſweete Heauen! The Sybills daunce about my Heart. They lay Their verges heere: infuſing a prophetique feare: Which whiſpers we ſhall neuer meete againe, Lets take a ſolemne leaue—farewell for euer Farewell! the noblest Lady o'th' World. I am glad to ſee thee well Borachio! But where's thy Maſter? what, in durance ſtill? Alas Sir, I (Good Gentleman,) the Roome Wherein they haue put him, is ſo litle Hee fills it vp to the Roofe: and is faine To leaue his Legges Sentinels without doore, To watch the reſt of his body. Tis no Chamber, but a Court. Cubbord. But they make him amends in his diet. They cannot Sir, For he's a fainte eater, If he would pray ſo often as he faſts; He had bin at libertie long agoe. He'le dine vpon a ſingle Pea; and leaue Orts. Doe they no more regard his potent hopes? Alas Sir, when Fortune's Tippet ſtands vp, Few men will lend a pin to tacke it downe, I, and my linage haue ſweete loſſe of him: I'm ſure o'that, Nay, that's too euident. O ſir! I would not a'giuen this Ruſh; T'haue bin aſſur'd all th'offices in's gift But hang ſuch Dukes (I ſay) that ſuffer thus Their Fauorites to be impriſoned. How now Borachio! Doſt thou ſpeake treaſon? Sir, I haue ſayd no more, then what I meane To vnſay againe: which is but a kinde Of looſing one' labor. An 'is better, To be ill imploy'd then to be idle. How the ſlaue ſowes his Prouerbs together. Are you come? I haue ſtay'd vntill the Clocke Gaue your promiſe the lye. My time was ſpent to more aduantage. I haue declar'd my intereſt in your blood. If you aſsiſt my plots; you needs muſt ſhare Succeſſe, that hath already warranted A large requitall. I am reſolu'd: and wiſh my ſelfe more able. T'is well. But now you vndertake buſineſſe: You muſt be as ſerious as a Muſle. That is: weare your Beard, vpon your tongue: talke, Brauely. But of all auoyd Dorido As you would to drinke A violent poyſon. Enough, he is a ſtranger to my thoughts. There's freſh encouragement—