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 0.80 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Hell, and the pillory take such dull Ears. It cannot be, but they have passed the Cloisters, And ere this, with help of private Keys, Entered the Duke's Bedchamber. Those were Authors of that noise, I spoke of. The very same. A pox upon demurs. Will you lead the way, that we may harken If they be there, or no. If I should come too late?— That's none of the Count's voice. Have at ye sir; O, O, O, I am surprised in my own snare. It is Foreste sure. Let's make safe work Kill Lothario, lay him by him, and depart, A match. O Villains, O, O, O. What noise is that? Another Foreste. My Royal Master bleeding on the Ground: O murderous Villains: Murder, murder. Help! oh help? The Duke my Sovereign slain, and Lucio Bleeding at his feet. Villain take this thrust At my own prejudice. I am foiled by a base hand. Fly Cosimo, fly. Some comfort yet remains: in that I am, Proscribed to share in thy fate, though it be bad. I lose much blood. O trivial fortitude, False Sinews, do you begin to shrink? Lucio, Let my Soul, carry your pardon With her unto Heaven; and yours Foreste. This stratagem was mine, but the success, Was much against my will. Sir, I forgive you all. Nay let us join Hands.— We do forgive Each other, and the World. The like mercy May Heaven bestow on us. Amen, Amen. Amen, Amen. There his heartstrings broke. Lucio (my Patron) Already chap-fallen to: that sight deserves a Tear: Though I should stab my Eyes to warrant it. Bring the slaves in, their deeds will soon convince Their faint denial, where did you leave 'em Lady? Here, here, O my Lord, my Lord. I have not breath enough to comfort thee. With words, mercy Heaven. O my Lord? my Husband He's dead, he's dead. Hold the Lady there: O dire spectacle. the Duke, Lucio, Foreste, and Lothario Lie here breathless. I did suspect some black Conspiracy. Which made me haunt them two Unto the Palace, but I did lose 'em By the Chapel stairs; bloody dogs, what Devil Prompted thee to this action. I hope, I've not so much Blood left, as will preserve Me for an answer. I feel my end too near. Take 'em away, and close their wounds, though there Be some mercy shown, by thus deferring That reward which your black souls shall receive In Hell. Yet know the Law will here on Earth Provide such tortures as shall make your deaths Exemplary to all succeeding times.— Gentlemen, your silence may be excused. Where, there's so much cause of admiration. Some help transfer the dead from hence, others Call up the Councillors of state. So intricate is heaven's revenge 'gainst lust. The righteous suffer here, with the unjust.
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Hell, and the Pillary take ſuch dull Eares. It cannot be, but they haue paſs'd the Cloyſters, And e're this, with helpe of priuate Keyes, Entred the Dukes Bedchamber. Thoſe were Authors of that noyſe, I ſpoke of. The very ſame. A pox vpon demurres. Will you lead the way, that we may hearken If they be there, or no. If I ſhould come too late?— That's none of the Counts voyce. Haue at ye ſir; O, O, O, I am ſurpriz'd in my owne ſnare. It is Foreſte ſure. Let's make ſafe worke Kill Lothario, lay him by him, and depart, A match. O Villaines, O, O, O. What noyſe is that? Another Foreſte. My Royall Maſter bleeding on the Ground: O murderous Villaines: Murder, murder. Helpe! oh helpe? The Duke my Soueraign ſlae, and Lucio Bleeding at his feete. Villaine take this thruſt At my owne preiudice. I am foyld by a baſe hand. Flie Coſime, flie. Some comfort yet remaines: in that I am, Proſcrib'd to ſhare in thy fate, though it be bad. I looſe much blood. O triuiall fortitude, Falſe Sinnewes, doe you begin to ſhrinke? Lucio, Let my Soule, cary your pardon With her vnto Heauen; and yours Foreſte. This ſtrangeme was mine, but the ſucceſſe, Was much againſt my will. Sir, I forgiue you all. Nay let vs ioyne Hands.—We doe forgiue Each other, and the World. The like mercy May Heauen beſtow on vs. Amen, Amen. Amen, Amen. There his heartſtrings broke. Lucio (my Patron) Already Chapflne to: that ſight deſerues a Teare: Though I ſhould ſtabb my Eies to warrant it. Bring the ſlaues in, their deeds will ſoone conuince Their faint deniall, where did you leaue 'em Lady? Here, here, O my Lord, my Lord. I haue not breath enough to comfort thee. With words, mercy Heauen. O my Lord? my Husband He's dead, he's dead. Hold the Lady there: O dire ſpectacle. the Duke, Lucio, Foreſte, and Lothario Lye here breathleſſe. I did ſuſpect ſome blacke Conſpiracy. Which made me haunt them two Vnto the Pallace, but I did looſe 'em By the Chappell ſtaires; bloody dogs, what Deuill Prompted thee to this action. I hope, I'ue not ſo much Blood left, as will preſerue Me for an anſweere. I feele my end to neere. Take em away, and cloſe their wounds, though there Be ſome mercy ſhewne, by thus deferring That reward which your blacke ſoules ſhall receaue In Hell. Yet know the Law will heere on Earth Prouide ſuch tortures as ſhall make your deaths Exemplary to all ſucceeding times.— Gentlemen, your ſilence may be excus'd. Where, theres ſo much cauſe of admiration. Some helpe transfer the dead from hence, others Call vp the Councellors of ſtate. So intricate is Heauens reuenge gainſt luſt. The righteous ſuffer here, with the vniuſt.