Children of the Chapel (second) or Children of Paul’s (second)
Speech prefix(es)
Co. | Cor. | Corteza | Cort. | Cort: | C •… t. | •… or.
Words
1322
Characters
6233
Typicality
0.47 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
A18413
BritDrama no.
1377
Cluster
Cluster 1 — Wives, widows & intimate counsel
Important excerpts
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Full speech
Enlarge him Niece, come dame, it must be so Oh, my Lord Medice became it rarely, Me thought I likde his manly being out; It becomes Noblemen to do nothing well. Madam, I think you'll see a pretty show. See here, my Lord, I have robbed all their Caskets, Know you this Ring? this Carquanet? this Chain? Will any of these letters serve your turn? Come then, come follow me; I am persuaded I shall go near to show you their kind hands. Their confidence, that you are still a hunting, Will make your amorous son that stole from thence, Bold in his love-sports; Come, come, a fresh chase, I hold this pickelocke, you shall hunt at view. What, do they think to seape? And old wives eye Is a blue Crystal full of sorcery. Here is the place will do the deed i'faith; This Duke will show thee how youth puts down age, I and perhaps how youth does put down youth. Whist wh st, they come. Never care you Lord brother, theres no harm done. Now truly brother, I did e er think This man the honestest man that ere you k pt. Nay fit, but you shall he re him further yet. Gods pity, ar ant kna e, I ever thought him a dissembling varlot. Give him plain death my Lord, and then you're sure She shall not brother: come Necce, come with me. Sure Cleopatra was of the same de, And did so; she was honoured ever since, Yet do not you so Niece. That were a cruel deed; yet Adelasia; In Pettis Palace of Petit p assure, For all the world, with such a knife as this Cut off her cheeks, and nose, and was commended More then all Dams that kept their faces whole; Oh do not cut it. I'll tell you N ce; and yet I will not tell you, A thing that I desire to have you do. But I will tell you only what you might do, Cause I would pleasure you in all I cud. I have and Ointment h re, which we Dams use, To take off hair hen it does grow too low Upon our foreheads, and that for a need, If you should rub it hard upon your face, Would blister it, and make it look most vildly. Give it you virg ? that were well indeed: Shall I be thought to tempt you to such matters? Gods pity, but you shall not spoil your face. Why then Niece take it: But you shall swear you will not. What, do you force it from me? Gods my deer, Will you misuse y ur face so? what, all over? Nay, if you be so desperate, I'll be gone— Oh, 'tis that my Lord, That of all drinks keeps life and soul in me. Now lord, when you do thus, you make me think Of my sweet husband; for he was as Like you; Eene the same words, and fashion: the same eyes, Manly, and choleric, eene as you are joust, And eene as kind as you for all the world. Alas Lord Medice, would you have a girl. As well seen in behaviour as I? Ah she's a found young thing, and grown so proved The wind must blow at west still, or sheele be angry. Faith Like enough. If it be any; Page, a little Sack. If it be any: hark now; if it be, I know not, by this Sack, but if it be, Mark what I say, my Lord; I drink tee first. Well, if it be; To come to that I said, for so I said, If it be any, 'Tis the Shrewd young Prince, For eyes can speak, and eyes can understand And I have marked her eyes; yet by this cup, Which I will only kiss. I never yet have seen; not yet I say, But I will mark her after for your sake. Faith so they be, Your Lordship still is of my mind in all, And ene so was my husband. And if he be my Lord; he may do worse. Look master Usher, are these wags well dressed? I have been so in labour with-vm truly. My Lord, you must put forth your self among La die, I warrant you have much in you, if you would show it; see, a cheek a twenty; the body of a George, a good leg still; still a good calf and n to slabby, nor hanging I war nt you; a braw e of a thumb here, and t'were a p worser p ; Niece Meg ou shalt have the sweetest bedfellow on him, that ever call worser Lady husband; try him you shamefaced babble you, him. What a nice thing it is, my Lord, you must set forth this g re and k e her; i'faith you must; get you tog her and be naugh awhile, get you together. My Lord Medice, you are a right noble man, & will do a woman right in a wrong matter and need be; prav do you give the duke ensample upon me; you come a wooing to me now; I accept it. Pray my Lo worser away; consider me as I am, a woman. You come a woo ng to me now; ay ee Duke mark my Lord Medi ; and do you mar e me ; Stand you aside, m Lord , and you; g pl ; now y L e dice, ut case I b st ge a y to y Like to it. Come e me my L worser, be not . 1 line 1 line . Dee think I am drun e? But are you sure I am drunk? But, I would be glad to be sure on't. Why then say nothing; & I'll begone God bwy lord, duke I'll come again anon. Yes, yes, my Lord, I do suspect they meet; and I believe I know well where too; I believe I do; And therefore tell me; does no creature know, That you have left the chase thus suddenly? And a come hither? have you not been seen By any of these Lovers? Quie your self, Niece; though your love be slain, You have another that's Worth two of him. TO is true, I swear niece. Will you do so Niece? That I hope you will not, And yet there was a Maid in Saint Marks street, For such a matter did so; and her clo hes Flew up about her so as she had no harm: And grace of God your clothes may e up too, And save you harmless; for your cause and hers Are ene as Like as can be. Ot'is the eafiest death that ever was, Look N e, it is so far hence to the ground. You should be quite dead, long before you felt it. Yet do not leap N e. What shall I do? Ala I cannot rule My desp rate Niece, all her sweet face is spoylde, And I dare keep her prisoner no more: See, see, she comes frantic and all undressed. Nam , I am too old for you. Now fie on't, heeres a draught. Faith and so they say: Yet I must tell you, since I plide this gear, I have been haunted with a horson pain here, And every moon almost with a shrewd fever, And yet I cannot leave it: for thank God, I never was more found of wind and limb. Look you, I warrant you I have a leg, Holds out as handsomely. 1 line . Nay my Lord Medice, I think I told you I could do pretty well in these affairs: Oh these young Girls engross up all the love From us, (poor Beldames;) but I hold my hand, I'll ferret all the Cunni-holes of their kindness Ere I have done with them.
Plot summary
Plot — The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret)
Duke Alfonso and his son Vincentio are rivals for the love of Lady Margaret. The court visits her father Lasso's house, and two dramatic entertainments are staged. First the Duke engages his resented new favourite, Medice, to perform a wooing speech in a masque. The illiterate Medice forgets his lines, but the Duke has anticipated this and primed an understudy: Strozza describes how the Duke was taken captive while hunting a boar, and can only be released by Margaret's love, which she duly grants. Lasso reciprocates with a pastoral about the discontents of virginity; Margaret is invited to watch it from the place of honour as if she were Duchess. Privately, however, Margaret prefers Vincentio, and makes an assignation with him. As go-between, she selects her father's gentleman usher, Bassiolo, whom she .considers easily corruptible: Vincentio suborns him with the expectation of advancement when he succeeds his father as Duke. and he carries a love-letter to Margaret; she gets him to draft a reply, but then writes her own letter instead. The lovers meet, and attempt to pre-empt their fathers' plans by taking an oath of marriage.Strazza. is shot while out hunting in a failed assassination attempt instigated by Medice. The doctor is unable to remove the arrow-head safely, but Strozza acquires precognitive vision and predicts that in seven days it will fall out of its own accdrd. Medice investigates Margaret's coyness. and enlists the help of her aunt Cortezza by getting her drunk. Foolishly enamoured of Medice, Cortezza searches the house and finds Vincentio's letter. Lasso pressurizes Margaret to accept the Duke's suit, and tries to enlist Ba.ssiolo's help, but Margaret blackmails him with the letter he wrote for her. With Cortezza's help, Alfonso witnesses an assignation between Margaret and Vincentio. The Dulce sends Medice to arrest Vincentio, but a fit of paternal feeling makes him send further instructions that the prince is not to be hurt. Strozza's prediction is fulfilled: the arrow-head falls out, and he plans to offer it as a relic in Rome. His foresight reveals that Vincentio is in danger: Medice has assaulted and wounded him. Meanwhile the despairing Margaret, imprisoned in a tower, anoints her face in an effort to destroy her beauty and discourage the Duke. Wounded Vincentio, however, reaffirms his commitment to her, and the doctor offers to cure her scarred face.. Alfonso accepts his son's marriage; Bassiolo is honoured for promoting it, and…