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 T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
I must have company with me then: Don Iohn Your highness' Brother, set against my throat— Back. His armed sword; I had died, had I not done't. Our Guard; go fetch Don Iohn our brother to Court. A word in your highness' ear: Search him. He has nothing. I in stead of poison, Gave him a sleepy Potion, he's preserved Don Iohn thinks not: the noble Admiral Fears plots against his life, forbears the Court But sends me to your Grace, to bid you set Your footing stiff and strongly, for Don Iohn Trips at your life and Kingdom, to his throat Valasco this will justify. He shall Go you and fetch him secretly to Court Alphonso take the Doctor and return. Death! when! Iago with your smoothest face Go greet Don Iohn from us, Say we have work of State, both presently And closely bid him come. I shall. How now what's he, give us leave, come hither: We have perused your paper Sir, and think Your promises Spring-tides, but we fear you'll ebb In your performance. My deeds and speeches Sir, Are lines drawn from one Centre, what I promise To do, I'll do, or lose this. You give me physic after I'm dead, the Portugals and we Have hung our drums up, and you offer here Models of Fortification, as if a man Should when war's done, set up an armourer's shop. I bid you set up none Sir, you may choose. This fellow I'll fitly cast i'th' villain's mould, I find him crafty, envious, poor, and bold: Into a Saw I'll turn thee, to cut down All Trees which stand in my way; what's thy name: You may read in my paper. Lupo Vindicado's; umh! nay we shall employ you Merit went never from us with a forehead, Wrinkled or sullen, what place would you serve in? Any, but one of your turn broaches; I would not be one of your black Guard, there's too much fire in me already. You say, you have the Languages. Yes. What think you of an Intelligencer, we'll send you- To th' Gallows, I love not to be hanged in State. You having travelled as you said so far, And knowing so much, I muse thou art so poor. Had the confusion of all tongues began In building me, could I sing sweet in all, I might go beg and hang, I ha' seen Turks And Jews, and Christians, but of all, the Christians Have driest hands, they'll see a Brother starve, But give Ducks to a water-spaniel. Well observed Come sir, faith let's crow together, in what stamp Dost thou coin all thy Languages. I do speak English When I'd move pity, when dissemble, Irish, Dutch when I reel, and though I feed on scallions, If I should brag Gentility, I'd gabble Welsh, If I betray, I'm French, if full of braves, They swell in lofty Spanish, in neat Italian I Court my Wench, my mess is all served up.
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I must haue company with me then: Don Iohn Your Highnesse Brother, set against my throat— Back. His arm'd sword; I had dy'd, had I not done't. Our Guard; goe fetch Don Iohn our brother to Court. A word in your Highnesse eare: Search him. He has nothing. I in stead of poyson, Gaue him a sleepy Potion, he's preseru'd Don Iohn thinkes not: the noble Admirall Feares plots against his life, forbeares the Court But sends me to your Grace, to bid you set Your fo oting stiffe and strongly, for Don Iohn Trips at your life and Kingdome, to his throat Valasco this will iustifie. He shall Goe you and fetch him secretly to Court Alphonso take the Doctor and returne. Death! when! Iago with your smoothest face Go greet Don Iohn from vs, Say we haue worke of State, both presently And closely bid him come. I shall. How now what's he, giue vs leaue, come hither: We haue perus'd your paper Sir, and thinke Your promises Spring-tides, but we feare you'll ebbe In your peformance. My deeds and speeches Sir, Are lines drawne from one Center, what I promise To doe, Ile doe, or loose this. You giue me physicke after I'm dead, the Portugals and we Haue hung our drummes vp, and you offer heere Models of Fortification, as if a man Should when Warre's done, set vp an Armorors shop. I bid you set vp none Sir, you may chuse. This fellow Ile fitly cast i'th Villaines mold, I find him crafty, enuious, poore, and bold: Into a Saw Ile turne thee, to cut downe All Trees which stand in my way; what's thy name: You may reade in my paper. Lupo Vindicado's; Vmh! nay we shall imploy you Merrit went neuer from vs with a forehead, Wrinckled or sullen, what place would you serue in? Any, but one of your turne broaches; I would not be one of your blacke Guard, there's too much fire in me already. You say, you haue the Languages. Yes. What thinke you of an Intelligencer, we'll send you- To th' Gallowes, I loue not to be hang'd in State. You hauing trauel'd as you said so farre, And knowing so much, I muse thou art so poore. Had the confusion of all tongues began In building me, could I sing sweet in all, I might goe beg and hang, I ha' seene Turkes And Iewes, and Christians, but of all, the Christians Haue driest hands, they'l see a Brother starue, But giue Duckes to a water-Spaniell. Well obseru'd Come sir, faith let's crow together, in what stamp Dost thou coyne all thy Languages. I doe speake English When I'de moue pittie, when dissemble, Irish, Dutch when I reele, and tho I feed on scalions, If I should brag Gentility, I'de gabble Welch, If I betray, I'me French, if full of braues, They swell in loftie Spanish, in neat Italian I Court my Wench, my messe is all seru'd vp.