Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi typicality 0.85 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
Yes wondrously,— a kind of Megrim Sir. I think to bind Your Temples with the Crown of Spain would ease you. The Crown of Spain! my Temples! Nay, I but jest, A Kingdom would make any Sick man well, And Iohn I would thou hadst one. It shall go hard else. The King I thank him says that you and I— What? Cut you out sir in steaks: I'll not be silent, And that I am an Ass, and a Fox you; Have I any dealings with you? When I am to deal sir, A wise man then shall hold the Cards. Now I'm called fool too. Sir if you remember Before he came, you buzzed into mine ear, Tunes that did found but scurvily. I buz! What buz! That he should sell me to the Portugal. Were't thou as big as all the Kings i'th' world, 'Tis false and I defy thee. Nay Sir, and more,— Out with't; no whispering, I shall blush to speak it, Hark you, a Pox upon't, cannot you soothe His sullen Lordship up, you see I do Platter him, confess any thing. A good jest! I should confess to him I know not what, And have my throat cut, but I know not why. would your Grace Would licence me a while to leave the Court To attend my health. Do. I take my leave— as for you Sir- My Lord do you see this Change i'th' Moon, sharp horns Do threaten windy weather, shall I rule you Send to him dead words, write to him your mind And if your hearts be unsound purge both, all humours That are corrupt within you. I'll never write, but to him in person. Pray Madam rise. Do you know this old fury? No: what is she? She's the king's nut-hook (if report has not a blister on her tongue) that when any Filbert-tree is ripe; pulls down the bravest bows to his hand: a Lady panderess, and (as this years' Almanac says) has a private hothouse for his Grace only to sweat in: her name the Lady Dildoman: the poor Knight her Husband is troubled with the City Gout, lies i'th' Counter. I'll hang him that stirs in't, the proudest Falcon that's perched up nearest the Eagle, if he dare, make this his prey, how many years! fifteen and upwards if it please your Grace. Some two footed Devil in our Court, Would thrust you out of all, Enclosed! or Common! 'Tis yet enclosed if it like your Grace. Entailed! Newly Entailed, as there 'tis to be seen in black and white. This case myself will handle; fee no Lawyer I'll stand for you, ha! Servants of mine turned grinders! To oppress the weak! What slave is't! from my sight, lest my heaved hand swerve awry, and Innocence smite.
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Yes wonderously,—a kind of Megrim Sir. I thinke to bind Your Temples with the Crowne of Spaine would ease you. The Crowne of Spaine! my Temples! Nay, I but iest, A Kingdome would make any Sicke man well, And Iohn I would thou hadst one. It shall goe hard else. The King I thanke him sayes that you and I— What? Cut you out sir in steakes: Ile not be silent, And that I am an Asse, and a Foxe you; Haue I any dealings with you? When I am to deale sir, A wise man then shall hold the Cards. Now I'm call'd foole too. Sir if you remember Before he came, you buzz'd into mine eare, Tunes that did found but scuruily. I buz! What buz! That he should sell me to the Portugall. Wer't thou as big as all the Kings i'th world, 'Tis false and I defie thee. Nay Sir, and more,— Out with't; no whispering, I shall blush to speake it, Harke you, a Poxe vpon't, cannot you sooth His sullen Lordship vp, you see I doe Platter him, confesse any thing. A good Iest! I should confesse to him I know not what, And haue my throat cut, but I know not why. W'ud your Grace Would licence me a while to leaue the Court To attend my health. Doe. I take my leaue—as for you Sir- My Lord doe you see this Change i'th Moone, sharpe hornes Doe threaten windy weather, shall I rule you Send to him dead words, write to him your mind And if your hearts be vnsound purge both, all humors That are corrupt within you. Ile neuer write, but to him in person. Pray Madam rise. Doe you know this old furie? No: what is she? She's the Kings nuthooke (if report has not a blister on her tongue) that when any Filberd-tree is ripe; puls downe the brauest bowes to his hand: a Lady Pandresse, and (as this yeares Almanacke sayes) has a priuate hot-house for his Grace onely to sweat in: her name the Lady Dildoman: the poore Knight her Husband is troubled with the City Gowt, lyes i'th Counter. Ile hang him that stirres in't, the proudest Fawlcon that's pearcht vp nearest the Eagle, if he dare, make this his prey, how many yeares! Fifteene and vpwards if it please your Grace. Some two footed Diuell in our Court, Would thrust you out of all, Inclos'd! or Common! 'Tis yet inclos'd if it like your Grace. Entayl'd! Newly Entayl'd, as there 'tis to be seene in blacke and white. This case my selfe will handle; fee no Lawyer Ile stand for you, ha! Servants of mine turn'd grinders! To oppresse the weake! What slaue is't! from my sight, Least my heau'd hand swerueawry, and Innocence smite.