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 T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Is not a change good? Yes, of a lousy shirt. Take hence that fellow, he's mad. I am indeed horn-mad, oh me, in the holiest place of the Kingdom have I caught my undoing, the Church gave me my bane. What the Church gave thee, thou hast still. Half parts, I thought one had ta'en thee up. Take me home with thee, I'll not stay here. Ha! Let me not come to Court. The King is vexed, let me persuade thee Son To wink at small faults. What sir Pandarus! Sends the King you to blush in's room. Y'are a baggage. Go tell the lunatic so; Andrada hark, The King sir bids me sing into your ear, Sweet notes of place and office which shall fall— Into my mouth, I gape for 'em. He bids me ask what will content you. Nothing, nothing, why Sir the powers above cannot please us, and can Kings think you, when we are brought forth to the world, we cry and bawl as if we were unwilling to be borne; and when we are a dying we are mad at that. Take hence that Wolf that barks thus. I am muzzled, but one word with your Majesty, I am sober sir. So sir. You oft call Parliaments, and there enact Laws good and wholesome, such as who so break Are hung by th' purse or neck, but as the weak And smaller flies i'th' spider's web are ta'en When great ones tear the web, and free remain. So may that moral tale of you be told, Which once the Wolf related: in the Fold The Shepherds killed a sheep and eat him there The Wolf looked in, and seeing them at such cheer, Alas (quoth he) should I touch the least part Of what you tear, you would pluck our my heart, Great men make Laws, that whosoever draws blood Shall die, but if they murder flocks 'tis good: I'll go eat my Lamb at home sir. Part, and thus reckon never to see her more. Never! Never thus, but thus a PRINCE's whore. Thou dar'st not, if thou dost; my heart is great, Thus wronged, thou canst do little if not threat. Ha, ha, ha, ha. At what dost-laugh? At a thing of nothing, at thee; why shouldst thou be afraid to fall into the Cuckold's disease. Because it makes a Doctor an Ass, nothing can cure it, are you answered Sir? Come thouart a fool, to grieve that thy wife is taken away by the King to his private bedchamber, Now like a book called in, she'll sell better than ever she did. Right sir, but could he choose no stock to graft upon, but that which was planted in my nursery. I'll show thee a reason for that. Why? lechers coming to women, are like Mice amongst many Cheeses, they taste every one, but feed upon the best: horns rightly weighed are nothing.
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Is not a change good? Yes, of a louzie shirt. Take hence that fellow, he's mad. I am indeed horne-mad, oh me, in the holyest place of the Kingdome haue I caught my vndoing, the Church gaue mee my bane. What the Church gaue thee, thou hast still. Halfe parts, I thought one had tane thee vp. Take me home with thee, Ile not stay here. Ha! Let me not come to Court. The King is vext, let me perswade thee Sonne To wincke at small faults. What sir Pandarus! Sends the King you to blush in's roome. Y'are a baggage. Goe tell the lunatique so; Andrada harke, The King sir bids me sing into your eare, Sweet notes of place and office which shall fall— Into my mouth, I gape for 'em. He bids me aske what will content you. Nothing, nothing, why Sir the powers aboue cannot please vs, and can Kings thinke you, when we are brought forth to the world, we cry and bawle as if we were vnwilling to bee borne; and when we are a dying we are mad at that. Take hence that Wolfe that barkes thus. I am muzzel'd, but one word with your Maiestie, I am sober sir. So sir. You oft call Parliaments, and there enact Lawes good and wholesome, such as who so breake Are hung by th' purse or necke, but as the weake And smaller flyes i'th Spiders web are tane When great ones teare the web, and free remaine. So may that morall tale of you be told, Which once the Wolfe related: in the Fold The Shepheards kill'd a sheepe and eate him there The Wolfe lookt in, and seeing them at such cheere, Alas (quoth he) should I touch the least part Of what you teare, you would plucke our my hart, Great men make Lawes, that whosoe're drawes blood Shall dye, but if they murder flockes 'tis good: Ile goe eate my Lambe at home sir. Part, and thus reckon neuer to see her more. Neuer! Neuer thus, but thus a Princes whore. Thou dar'st not, if thou do'st; my heart is great, Thus wrong'd, thou canst doe little if not threat. Ha, ha, ha, ha. At what dost-laugh? At a thing of nothing, at thee; why shouldst thou be afraid to fall into the Cuckolds disease. Because it makes a Doctor an Asse, nothing can cure it, are you answer'd Sir? Come th'art a foole, to grieue that thy wife is taken away by the King to his priuate bed-chamber, Now like a booke call'd in, shee'l sell better then euer she did. Right sir, but could he chuse no stocke to graft vpon, but that which was planted in my nurserie. Ile shew thee a reason for that. Why? Leachers comming to women, are like Mice amongst many Cheeses, they taste euery one, but feed vpon the best: hornes rightly weigh'd are nothing.