Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Oct 2] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Rossa, Molard, (friends to my Soul and Brain) Advance your subtle Eyes! The sovereign mine Behold, that makes the solemn Patriarch dance, And the anointed King to skip, as doth His limber Dwarf. Yellow as foot of Kite! Shall we be tender natured, and divide? This is the portion will procure us all High dignity and place. Rossa, you must Find cause to number these— Go, ransom out Our captive weeds, and the rich habit I From Pisa brought: whilst you (Mollard) with the Assistance of these few— procure us fit Materials to adorn, and put in bright Aspect our Corpse. inquire for Pearls: Stones of The cunningest soil, we'll like them, and disburse. Is there some aged vessel now asleep In the Dock, that will pay for her calking? Florello, must we stop the public leaks? Ere long we shall be great, be able to Advance with smiles, and with our frowns destroy. You Rossa, I'll create a Magistrate. Go practise the austere Cough. Pale delinquents Thou shalt learn to jeer, and to sleep over men Condemned. The calling (Sir) I do vouchsafe. Thou (my Molard) shalt rule in Villages, Grow popular, and mistake the Laws. Thou shalt Delight i'th' calendar: the Rubric days Thou shalt observe, and then destroy thy beef. Whilst thy dull earthy Tenants feed until They smell. My lancepresado then shall sop His Crust in cider and in wine! And my Dread Corporal shall sin no more for Leeks, His Girdle and his socks he shall unpawn. The solitary Hostess shall no more Boil the Carrion meat that she must trust, In her own tears; Nor with a Requiem bring The service up, as if it were the Haunch Of her dead Husband. I am entire flame! The Geographic Captain shall no more Study the Town Map, that's dark walks may be Contrived through slender Allies and through Lanes, To scape his hungry Creditors abroad. Thy Province is Chaldea, thy Father Was a rabbi! And thy Aunt a Sibyl! These are the victories of wit: by wit We must achieve our hopes; which to refine And purify, with paces doubled let's Descend a Marble vault, there taste the rich Legitimate blood of the mighty Grape. 'tis precious as the milk of Queens; such as Would teach dull Saturn laugh. It magnifies The heart, and makes the agile spirits dance, It drowns all thoughts adulterate and sad; Inspires the Prophet, makes the Poet glad. I Have received a mandate from the Duke, That will (I fear) increase her insolence. Like an old Tyrant he bestows his threats; As if his anger did obey his will, Not justice, nor the Laws. Does your wife know This preparation you have made to cure Her haughtiness? All is discovered to Her ear: the news hath taught her boil her heart In her own blood. She now weeps vinegar; Boasts of revenge, as if the Thunder were Her own.
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Roſſa, Molard, (friends to my Soule and Braine) Aduance your ſubtle Eyes! The ſou'raigne mine Behold, that makes the ſolemne Patriarke dance, And the anointed King to skippe, as doth His limber Dwarfe. Yellow as foot of Kite! Shall we be tender natur'd, and diuide? This is the portion will procure vs all High dignitie and place. Roſſa, you muſt Find cauſe to number theſe— Goe, ranſome out Our captiue weedes, and the rich habit I From Piſa brought: whilſt you (Mollard) with the Aſſiſtance of theſe few—procure vs fit Materials to adorne, and put in bright Aſpect our Corps. Enquire for Pearles: Stones of The cunningſt ſoyle, we'le like them, and disburſe. Is there ſome aged veſſell now aſleepe In the Docke, that will pay for her calking? Florello, muſt we ſtop the publike leakes? Ere long we ſhall be great, be able to Aduance with ſmiles, and with our frownes deſtroy. You Roſſa, I'le create a Magiſtrate. Goe practiſe the auſteere Cough. Pale dilinquents Thou ſhalt learne to ieere, and to ſleepe ore men Condemn'd. The calling (Sir) I doe vouchſafe. Thou (my Molard) ſhalt rule in Villages, Grow popular, and miſtake the Lawes. Thou ſhalt Delight i'th Kallender: the Rubricke dayes Thou ſhalt obſerue, and then deſtroy thy beefe. Whilſt thy dull earthie Tennants feede vntill They ſmell. My Launcepreſado then ſhall ſop His Cruſt in Cyder and in wine! And my Dread Corporall ſhall ſinne no more for Leekes, His Girdle and his ſocks he ſhall vnpawne. The ſolitarie Hoſteſſe ſhall no more Boyle the Carion meate that ſhe muſt truſt, In her owne teares; Nor with a Requiem bring The ſeruice vp, as if it were the Haunch Of her dead Husband. I am intire flame! The Geographicke Captaine ſhall no more Studie the Towne Mappe, that's darke walkes may be Contriu'd through ſlender Allies and through Lanes, To ſcape his hungrie Creditors abroade. Thy Prouince is Chaldea, thy Father Was a Rabby! And thy Aunt a Sybill! Theſe are the victories of wit: by wit We muſt atchieue our hopes; which to refine And purifie, with paces doubled let's Deſcend a Marble vault, there taſte the rich Legitimate blood of the mighty Grape. Tis precious as the milke of Queenes; ſuch as Would teach dull Saturne laugh. It magnifies The heart, and makes the agill ſpirits dance, It drownds all thoughts adulterate and ſad; Inſpires the Prophet, makes the Poet glad. I Haue receiu'd a mandate from the Duke, That will (I feare) increaſe her inſolence. Like an old Tyrant he beſtowes his threats; As if his anger did obay his will, Not iuſtice, nor the Lawes. Does your wife know This preparation you haue made to cure Her haughtineſſe? All is diſcouerd to Her eare: the newes hath taught her boyle her heart In her owne blood. She now weepes vineger; Boaſts of reuenge, as if the Thunder were Her owne.