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 unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Take help; bestow the body in't, convey it, To his own house and there sir, see you swear, You saw him in your presence fall dead here. This I can safely swear. Help then, away, Thou art next, for none must live that can betray. So sweetness, I'll now walk no longer with you. Are you weary of my Company! Never shall: Prithee keep thy Chamber a while, the Air bites. 'Tis because the Sun shines not so hot as't had wont. There's some Cloud between then. Yes, and a horrible foul one. I see none but fair ones. No! Look yonder, it comes from the City. Let it come, by these Roses I am angry that you let me not go. Nay look you, your Grace takes all from me too; pray Sir give me my roses, your Highness is too covetous. I must of necessity have one. You shall, so you take it of my choosing. I will, so you choose that which I like. Which will you have, the bud, or that which is blown? The bud sure, I love no blown ware. Take your bud then. Do you hear? are you angry? No, you are jealous, you are so loath to have me out of your sight, you need not, for I keep the fashion of the Kings of China, who never walk abroad, but besides their Attendants, have five or six as richly attired as themselves, to cut off treason. So. Here be others in the Troop will be taken for queens sooner than I. You are vexed, I have preferred a creature to you. Who dares check the Sun, if he make a stinking weed grow close to a bed of Violets? vexed! not I, and yet methinks you might give me leave to choose mine own women, as well as you do your men, I commend no man to you, for lifting joint-stools to be one of your guard. Your Muff. Take it good wife. You will make me angry: good wife! so, take it. Now I hope you'll take it, you need not scorn a queen's leavings, for a Queen has had yours. What! You see; does your Majesty frown because I take it from her Come hither, put your hand here? so, well met, All friends now, yet tho tied never so fast, Being a bow knot, it slips itself at last. Is't so! were't thou a Diamond worth the world, And ne'er so hard, yet thine own Dust shall cut thee: Go call that Lady back. Which? Tormiella, No do not! 'Tis a Cock the Lion can fright, The Hen dost now, the Case is altered quite. Your gracious pardon to call back a life That's half lost with despair. What hast thou done? Poisoned a man. Whom hast thou poisoned? The queen's Father in law. Would it had been the Daughter, thou shalt feel: A double death, one here, and one in Hell.
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Take helpe; bestow the body in't, convey it, To his owne house and there sir, see you sweare, You saw him in your presence fall dead heere. This I can safely sweare. Helpe then, away, Thou art next, for none must liue that can betray. So sweetnesse, Ile now walke no longer with you. Are you weary of my Company! Neuer shall: Prithee keepe thy Chamber a while, the Ayre bites. 'Tis because the Sunne shines not so hot as't had wont. There's some Cloud betweene then. Yes, and a horrible foule one. I see none but faire ones. No! Looke yonder, it comes from the City. Let it come, by these Roses I am angry that you let me not go. Nay look you, your Grace takes all from me too; pray Sir giue me my roses, your Highnesse is too couetous. I must of necessitie haue one. You shall, so you take it of my choosing. I will, so you choose that which I like. Which will you haue, the bud, or that which is blown? The bud sure, I loue no blowne ware. Take your bud then. Doe you heare? are you angry? No, you are jealous, you are so loath to haue me out of your sight,you need not, for I keepe the fashion of the Kings of China, who neuer walke abroad, but besides their Attendants, haue fiue or sixe as richly attired as themselues, to cut off treason. So. Here be others in the Troupe will bee taken for Queenes sooner then I. You are vext, I haue prefer'd a creature to you. Who dares checke the Sunne, if he make a stinking weed grow close to a bed of Violets? vext! not I, and yet me thinkes you might giue me leaue to chuse mine owne women, as well as you doe your men, I commend no man to you, for lifting joynestooles to be one of your guard. Your Muffe. Take it good wife. You will make me angry: good wife! so, take it. Now I hope you'l take it, you need not scorne a Queenes leauings, for a Queene has had yours. What! You see; does your Maiestie frowne because I take it from her Come hither, put your hand here? so, well met, All friends now, yet tho ty'd neuer so fast, Being a bow knot, it slips it selfe at last. Is't so! wer't thou a Diamond worth the world, And ne're so hard, yet thine owne Dust shall cut thee: Goe call that Lady backe. Which? Tormiella, No doe not! 'Tis a Cocke the Lyon can fright, The Hen do'st now, the Case is alter'd quite. Your gracious pardon to call backe a life That's halfe lost with despaire. What hast thou done? Poyson'd a man. Whom hast thou poyson'd? The Queenes Father in law. Would it had beene the Daughter, thou shalt feele: A double death, one heere, and one in Hell.