Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1627 [licensed for stage, Jan 12] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
A little more of this metal would puzzle My Geography; Is this Italy Or the Indies, There Borachio! Weep no more For thy Master. Alas I'm apt to weep, though I but see An Onion stripped naked. I thought to meet thy Master here. I'm sure I saw the warrant signed for his release. The Devil take your worship for me, why, D'ye bring such good news, on a worky day? But thou prayest ill, in praying the Devil To take me. Why could he ever come to less purpose Than when he finds you doing well. Though he Lose his labour once: I dare warrant ye, He'll come again on the same errand. A bitter fool. Sir, let we friends be true to one another. There are but few true friends extant. Let them Be kindly used and kept, if only for breed. With all my heart, translate thy meaning. Is my Master at liberty? I'll defer an answer of this, until Thy own Eyes be a little elder. Well, is he still in favour with the Duke? Why he shall shortly govern all at Court, And be a very Mote in the duke's eye. Enough. 'tis not wholesome to burst with joy. But what then? I've thought with much care on these Offices: And find myself fitting to be in'em. I will have'em all; come Cut, and longtail. For my Wife, will be such a glad woman. Look! who comes there? O Sir! give me your blessing— Weep not Borachio! I have prepared Such bloody art in my revenge; as makes Men's wits, more famous than their cruelty, Let horror propagate. All's too little For my use. But you Sir had the honour, To release me. Or else I had been much dishonoured. Sir, now he supposeth you in durance: And is himself secure; happily drunk, Or riding in the stews; you may take some Advantage on his soul too. Lose no time. That's my intent. For it were dull humanity to aim No farther than his life. I'll pursue him Even to Hell. And let me alone so to facilitate The project, by search of fit time, and means: As shall declare the act less troublesome, Then thus to threaten it with words. You Signior Castruchio! Signior Coxcomb! Are you tired with doing well? you have scarce Brought my poor Lord out of the Prison doors; But you long to have him in again. Nay, ne'er look! For my Sword dwells within a Yard Of my Tongue, and shall defend what I say What a pernicious Calf is this? What harm have my poor Wife, and Children done To you, or yours; that seeing me within A hair's breadth, of a hundred offices, You confound all, by leading my poor Lord Into new broils. Bold Miscreant! If I but stir— Nay Signior! let him alone. Borachio! Steep thy wrath in cold water: follow, And be dumb. All shall be well. Yes, persuade me to dry Ice in an Oven! But I'll follow your Heels so close: as I'll Go near to tread upon your Kibes.
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A little more of this mettall would puzle My Geography; Is this Italy Or the Indies, There Borachio! Weepe no more For thy Maſter. Allas I'm apt to weepe, though I but ſee An Onyon ſtripp'd naked. I thought to meete thy Maſter heere. I'm ſure I ſaw the warrant ſign'd for his releaſe. The Deuill take your worſhip for me, why, D'yee bring ſuch good newes, on a work'y day? But thou pray'ſt ill, in praying the Deuill To take me. Why could he euer come to leſſe purpoſe Then when he findes you doing well. Though he Looſe his labour once: I dare warrant ye, He'le come againe on the ſame arrand. A bitter foole. Sir, let we friends be true to one another. There are but few true friends extant. Let them Be kindly vs'd and kept, if only for breed. With all my heart, tranſlate thy meaning. Is my Maſter at liberty? I'le deferre an anſwere of this, vntill Thy owne Eies be a little elder. Well, is he ſtill in fauour with the Duke? Why he ſhall ſhortly gouerne all at Court, And be a very Mote in the Duk's eye. Enough. T'is not wholeſome to burſt with oy. But what then? I'ue thought with much care on theſe Offices: And finde my ſelfe fitting to be in'em. I will haue'em all; come Cut, and Long-taile. For my Wife, will be ſuch a glad woman. Looke! who comes there? O Sir! giue me your bleſsing— Weepe not Borachio! I haue prepard Such bloody art in my reuenge; as makes Mens wits, more famous then their cruelty, Let horror propagate. All's too litle For my vſe. But you Sir had the honor, To releaſe me. Or elſe I had bin much dishonor'd. Sir, now he ſuppoſeth you in durance: And is himſelfe ſecure; happely drunke, Or riding in the ſtewes; you may take ſome Aduantage on his ſoule too. Looſe no time. That's my intent. For it were dull humanitie to aime No farther then his life. I'le purſue him Euen to Hell. And let me alone ſo to facilitate The proiect, by ſearch of fit time, and meanes: As ſhall declare the act leſſe troubleſome, Then thus to threaten it with words. You Signior Caſtrucho! Signior Coxcombe! Are you ti'd with doing well? you haue ſcarce Brought my poore Lord out of the Priſon doores; But you long to haue him in agen. Nay, N'ere looke! For my Sword dwells within a Yard Of my Tongue, and ſhall defend what I ſay What a prnicious Calfe is this? What harme haue my poore Wife, and Children done To you, or yours; that ſeeing me within A haires breadth, of a hundred offices, You confound all, by leading my poore Lord Into new broyles. Bold Miſcreant! If I but ſtir— Nay Signior! let him alone. Borachio! Steepe thy wrath in cold water: follow, And be dumbe. All ſhall be well. Yes, perſwade me to dry Ice in an Ouen! But I'le follow your Heeles ſo cloſe: as Ile Goe neere to tread vpon your Kibes.