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 · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Signior, I knew ye a brave Commander Under the great Petruchio; and since That time your constant virtues have deserved More recompense, than Fate will minister By me. My kindness is no miracle: Since gratitude is only sick, not dead. But pray believe what I have said is truth. O Sir, 'tis th'error of unskilful love To be too constant in her charity To all. But I have grounds more relative To make me jealous of the truth: and I Believe you with my heart: and yet 'tis strange. Doth this Castruchio think his haggard fate Can triumph over mine? because in lust The Devil did instruct his industry: Dares he attempt my life? I give you real grounds for my suspense. Reward (sir) may make a Villain bloody Though it cannot make him valiant. The Duke Will let him want no Gold. Nay 'tis often seen. Amongst the several Creatures of a Prince, Such instruments as these most profit reap. Employments noble do requite themselves, And honour pays, the great of heart: who lose But Time in service which is the Body's wealth. Your friend stays. If you please t'appear with him From thence, at my summons: I shall discover more. Noble Signior, I am yours, What hoa? Luinna! Wife! My Lord! Come hither Love. Signify in secret When was the royal Lecher here disguised? What did he send thee last? when must ye quench The Cyprian fire: hah! you may tell me all, For I'll not blab. Alas, I'm more silent Than my Grandsire in his Tomb. A subtle Pimp, ay, A Pander learned in the art. Tell me Chuck? Alas my noble Lord! what do ye mean? Why nothing, I: yet 'tis enough I feel The wrong, If ignorant, I suffer twice. And therefore let me know my Enemy. The little worm, when trod upon; will turn His Head, to look upon his Murderer. And hath my Spleen no Eyes: Is the revenge Of Man less curious than a worms.— She weeps, O Luinna, the sacred knot's untied. Thou hast defiled and stained the vestal Sheets, Thy Breast shall be no more my Pillow. O say not so. Let Thunder strike me dead, If I e'er knew thee' Duke; with knowledge more Dishonest, then what harbours in the Eyes; Only by sight. O new horror! such brazen impudence, Would make a Negro blush. Come gloious whoe, Acquaint me with your tricks. Who! when, where, how? For besides the jewel which he gave thee: I have proofs, that will even dam my sister; And convince thee too. My dear Lord? be not cruel in your Faith; What I have said is truth. Still constant in thy perjury. Mercy Were tameness then. Thou shalt die Like an heroic Whore: a stout Martyr To thy concealed lover. Appear ho! Here my she goat! These men are full and fresh; But if they cannot tire ye out: I will Procure ye some of larger Thighs; that feed On th' unctuous Lhasis, and the Persian-Crab. Or bring the riotous Horse, and the Town Bull To drowned ye in the act. Take her aside, And agree who shall begin.
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Signior, I knew ye a braue Commander Vnder the great Petruchio; and ſince That time your conſtant virtues haue deſeru'd More recompence, then Fate will miniſter By me. My kindeneſſe is no miracle: Since gratitude is only ſicke, not dead. But pray beleeue what I haue ſayd is truth. O Sir, t'is th'error of vnskilfull loue To be too conſtant in her charitie To all. But I haue grounds more relatiue To make me iealouſe of the truth: and I Beleeue you with my heart: and yet t'is ſtrange. Doth this Caſtruchio thinke his haggard fate Can triumph ouer mine? becauſe in luſt The Deuill did inſtruct his induſtry: Dares he attempt my life? I giue you reall grounds for my ſuſpence. Reward (ſir) may make a Villaine bloody Though it cannot make him valiant. The Duke Will let him want no Gold. Nay t'is often ſeene. Amongſt the ſeuerall Creatures of a Prince, Such inſtruments as theſe moſt profit reape. Imployments noble doe requite themſelues, And honour payes, the great of heart: who looſe But Time in ſeruice which is the Bodies wealth. Your friend ſtays. If you pleaſe t'appeare with him From thence, at my ſummons: I ſhall diſcouer more. Noble Signior, I am yours, What hoa? Luinna! Wife! My Lord! Come hither Loue. Signefie in ſecret When was the royall Lecher heere diſguis'd? What did he ſend thee laſt? when muſt ye quench The Cyprian fire: hah! you may tell me all, For I'le not blabb. Alas, I'm more ſilent Then my Grandſire in his Tombe. A ſubtill Pimpe, I, A Pander learned in the art. Tell me Chucke? Alas my noble Lord! what doe ye meane? Why nothing, I: yet tis enough I feele The wrong, If ignorant, I ſuffer twice. And therefore let me know my Enemy. The little worme, when trod vpon; will turne His Head, to looke vpon his Murderer. And hath my Spleene no Eies: Is the reuenge Of Man leſſe curious then a Wormes.—She weepes, O Luinna, the ſacred knot's vnti'd. Thou haſt defil'd and ſtayn'd the veſtall Sheetes, Thy Breaſt ſhall be no more my Pillow. O ſay not ſo. Let Thunder ſtrike me dead, If I'ere knew the 'Duke; with knowledge more Diſhoneſt, then what harbours in the Eies; Only by ſight. O new horror! ſuch brazen impudence, Would make a Negro bluſh. Come gloious whoe, Acquaint me with your tricks. Who! when, where, how For beſides the Iewell which he gaue thee: I haue proofes, that will euen damme my ſiſter; And conuince thee too. My deere Lord? be not cruell in your Faith; What I haue ſayd is truth. Still conſtant in thy periurie. Mercy Were tamenſle then. Thou ſhalt dye Like an heroyique Whore: a Martyr To thy concealed louer. Appeare ho! Heere my ſhe goate! Theſe men are full and freſh; But if they cannot tire ye out: I will Procure ye ſome of larger Thighs; that feede On th' vnctious Lhaſis, and the Perſian-Crab. Or bring the riotous Horſe, and the Towne Bull To drownd ye in the act. Take her aſide, And agree who ſhall beginne.