Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Oct 2] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Stay, wilt thou kill him (Punto) or shall I? I've business now of a more serious garb. Dispatch him thyself. Early tomorrow I'll do as much for thee on the two Zwits. D'ye make no more o'th' infants o'the Earth?— Fie Sir. Draw your weapon in a Lady's Chamber? You still display a courage ill Brought up, most vainly nurtured (Sir) believe't. Forbid it Heaven; but you should have free space T'employ your best strength in your defence. But Sir, 'tis sober patience makes us safe. If now on either's Haunch you did confer A kick; our secret wisdom would direct Us how to bear it for the time, and in Our own advantage too. Is't possible? Hear Sir th'advice of an old shot. I've hit The mark more than once in my time, and tamed Many a mad Boy too. If either of's Vouchsafe to greet ye with a hand or foot, Take it, and be thankful: lest by return Of wrath, worse do ensue. Not I believe't. He's young, Stoccata, carve him gently up!— They take me for a Capon. What Weapons Fight ye with, Demiculuering or Drake? Steel of Toledo is all we manage— What then remains but Rossa and Molard, Assault you two, ay, my bastard Brother— Come Sir,— We'll jerk you with our iron Rods— Keep your sword warm, it belongs to the scabbard— O Sir, your valour still imports some want Of a discreet and temperate breeding. Tumultuous fights the vestments mar. His bounty ne'er will give me cause t'advance My wit: he grows much troublesome. Lady! behold two Worthies here; Dragons In fight. They come to preach my birth. theyare known to Fame. Fame blew'em from her Breech! I say theyare Potentates; and they do awe— The chrisom Babe. Signior, you still forget The quiet and the courteous ways of spleen. I will try your politic patience Sir— You see we still are calm— He has but thin Philosophy that cannot suffer this— You marmalet Count deserves as much too. I do oppugn the motion with my scorn. D'ye scorn (Sir) to be kicked? Pardon me Sir! I say't aloud; The proudest wight on Earth Shall not kick me, excepting your dear self. I have privacies (Madam) for your Ear!— You, and your fierce Champions straight remove; crawl hence, and be not visible again: Enhance our pay, we'll kill him in the darke. Agreed, Six ducats you shall number more. The neighbours say, forty Sergeants wait his Departure hence, who give him a new name. Hah! What do they call him? Florello, and Report him brother unto Altamont. My Eyes are informed, Two Faces more allied In all devotes of view I have not seen. The younger brother unto Altamont; Fantastic too as Winds, and sillier then A silenced Priest. Fate had much preferred me. Madam, it must be he. I've ta'en a strict Survey of's Nose; 'tis so like Altamont's.
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Stay, woo't thou kill him (Punto) or ſhall I? I'ue buiſneſſe now of a more ſerious garbe. Diſpatch him thy ſelfe. Earlie to morrow I'le doe as much for thee on the two Zwits. D'ye make no more o'th'Infants o'the Earth?— Fie Sir. Draw your weapon in a Ladies Chamber? You ſtill diſplaie a courage ill Brought vp, moſt vainlie nurturd (Sir) beleeue't. Forbid it Heauen; but you ſhould haue free ſpace T'imploy your beſt ſtrength in your defence. But Sir, 'tis ſober patience makes vs ſafe. If now on eithers Haunch you did conferre A kicke; our ſecret wiſedome would direct Vs how to beare it for the time, and in Our owne aduantage too. Is't poſſible? Heare Sir th'aduice of an old ſhot. I'ue hit The marke more then once in my time, and tam'd Many a mad Boy too. If either of's Vouchſafe to greete ye with a hand or foot, Take it, and be thankfull: let by returne Of wrath, worſe doe enſue. Not I beleeue't. He's young, Stoccata, carue him gentlie vp! — They take me for a Capon. What Weapons Fight ye with, Demiculuering or Drake? Steele of Toledo is all we manage— What then remaines but Roſſa and Molard, Aſſault you two, I, my baſtard Brother— Come Sir,— We'le ierke you with our iron Rods— Keepe your ſword warme, it 'longs to the ſcabbard— O Sir, your vallor ſtill imports ſome want Of a diſcreet and temperate breeding. Tumultuous fights the veſtments marre. His bountie nere will giue me cauſe t'aduance My wit: he growes much troubleſome. Lady! behold two Worthies here; Dragons In fight. They come to preach my birth. Th'are knowne to Fame. Fame blew'em from her Breech! I ſay th'are Potentates; and they doe awe— The Chryſome Babe. Signior, you ſtill forget The quiet and the courteous wayes of ſpleene. I will trie your polliticke patience Sir — You ſee we ſtill are calme — He has but thinne Philoſophie that cannot ſuffer this — You marmalet Count deſerues as much too. I doe oppugne the motion with my ſcorne. D'ye ſcorne (Sir) to be kick'd? Pardon me Sir! I ſay't alowd; The prowdeſt wight on Earth Shall not kicke me, excepting your deare ſelfe. I haue priuacies (Madam) for your Eare! — You, and your fierce Champions ſtrait remoue; Craule hence, and be not viſible agen: Enhaunce our pay, we'le kill him in the dake. Agreed, Six Duckts you ſhall number more. The neighbours ſay, fortie Seriants waite his Departure hence, who giue him a new name. Hah! What doe they call him? Florello, and Report him brother vnto Altamont. My Eies are infom'd, Two Faces more alli'd In all deuotes of view I haue not ſeene. The younger brother vnto Altamont; Fantaſticke too as Winds, and ſillier then A ſilenc'd Prieſt. Fate had much preferd me. Madam, it muſt be he. I'ue tane a ſtrict Suruay of's Noſe; 'tis ſo like Altamonts.