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 T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Ioue cannot fall, Both person place and business were quite lost Out of our memory, lay aside these poniards We have altered now our business, you shall bear sir Our salutation to the Queen— not sealed! 'Sfoot, nor endorsed! some Ink, come let the forehead Have no more wrinkles in't-but this, to the Queen, Write it. To the Queen, no more! No, no, 'tis well, Hast thou no Seal about thee? if my wife Exceptions take missing our royal signet Say that not having that, I borrowed yours. I shall Sir. Hide it, go-without there. Sir. You met him did you not, how looked the slave? Most strangely. unparalleled Villain! devils could not set To hatch such spiteful mischief, guard me closely, When you see him at the stake then worry him, Are all weaponed? All, all. When Darts invisible do fly, A slave may kill a Lion in the eye. Who gave you this? A Gentleman of your Chamber. Call in the Villain, Thou audacious Serpent! How dar'st thou wind in knotted curls thy lust About our honour; where hadst thou this Letter? I had it from the King. Out impudent Traitor. How now at barleybreak, who are in Hell? What's that? to the Queen, what Queen! Me, 'tis to me Your mistress there the Messenger, her Secretary He here. Uds death. Your Trull and he have laid Trains to blow up mine honour, I am betrayed. Lupo, Fasten her. Fasten me! Iago see. Look all, bind fast this Devil, is there no Circle To be damned in but mine. Slave let me go. Oh thou lustful harlot. Guard me Heaven. I'm sold. Thou Villain speak truth. Keep her off. Most basely. Betrayed and baffled, is that Letter the same I sent in to the Queen. The very same. Is this thy hand? 'Tis sir, but hear me. And this thy name, thy hand? My name, my hand. Save him and let him spit His blackest poison forth? Spare him, unhand her. Let me have justice as thou art a King! To prison with them both. As I am thy wife Make not thyself a strumpet of me. Hence, guard her. I come Heaven, guarded with innocence. Follow your Mistress, you. Yes, to her grave. Oh that I now were swallowed in some Wave. Oh that I Should in a woman's lap my Kingdom lay, Honour and life, and she should all betray To a Groom, a slave. Let not her poison run Too near your heart. Iago I have done, Pray let my grief want company, this wrack So great, shall make th'whole Kingdom mourn in black. Lupo! Did your Highness call! Yes, hark thee Lupo: It may be thouart a Serpent dull of sight, Be quick of hearing, may be thouart a Hare And canst see sideways, let me lock up here, What ever's laid in there. I am strongly charmed. Wilt venture for me? To the threshold of hell.
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Ioue cannot fall, Both person place and businesse were quite lost Out of our memorie, lay aside these poniards We haue alter'd now our businesse, you shall beare sir Our salutation to the Queene—not seal'd! 'Sfoot, nor indors'd! some Inke, come let the forehead Haue no more wrincles in't-but this, to the Queene, Write it. To the Queene, no more! No, no, 'tis well, Hast thou no Seale about thee? if my wife Exceptions take missing our royall signet Say that not hauing that, I borrowed yours. I shall Sir. Hide it, goe-without there. Sir. You met him did you not, how lookt the slaue? Most strangely. Vnparalel'd Villaine! Diuels could not set To hatch such spitefull mischiefe, guard me closely, When you see him at the stake then worry him, Are all weapon'd? All, all. When Darts inuisible doe flye, A slaue may kill a Lyon in the eye. Who gaue you this? A Gentleman of your Chamber. Call in the Villaine, Thou audatious Serpent! How dar'st thou wind in knotted curles thy lust About our honour; where hadst thou this Letter? I had it from the King. Out impudent Traytor. How now at Barle-brake, who are in Hell? What's that? to the Queene, what Queene! Me, 'tis to me Your mistris there the Messenger, her Secretary Hee heere. Vds death. Your Trull and hee haue laid Traines to blow vp mine honour, I am betray'd. Lupo, Fasten her. Fasten mee! Iago see. Looke all, bind fast this Diuell, is there no Circle To be damn'd in but mine. Slaue let me goe. Oh thou lustfull harlot. Guard me Heauen. I'me sold. Thou Villaine speake truth. Keepe her off. Most basely. Betray'd and baffled, is that Letter the same I sent in to the Queene. The very same. Is this thy hand? 'Tis sir, but heare me. And this thy name, thy hand? My name, my hand. Saue him and let him spit His blackest poyson forth? Spare him, vnhand her. Let me haue Iustice as thou art a King! To prison with them both. As I am thy wife Make not thy selfe a strompit of me. Hence, guard her. I come Heauen, guarded with innocence. Follow your Mistris, you. Yes, to her graue. Oh that I now were swallowed in some Waue. Oh that I Should in a womans lap my Kingdome lay, Honour and life, and she should all betray To a Groome, a slaue. Let not her poyson run Too neare your heart. Iago I haue done, Pray let my greife want company, this wracke So great, shall make th'whole Kingdome mourn in black. Lupo! Did your Highnesse call! Yes, harke thee Lupo: It may bee th'art a Serpent dull of sight, Be quicke of hearing, may be th'art a Hare And canst see side-wayes, let me locke vp here, What euer's layd in there. I am strongly charm'd. Wilt venter for me? To the threshold of hell.