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Cushion, and pray. For I shall have more dignity then will suffice To damn a Monk. Why, can I help it? If a man be born To Offices. Or as my Master said, Predestinate in the womb of greatness. 'Tis not our faults. Each man obeys his Star, In spite of his Teeth, One thing grieves me. I've a bad memory Already, and now will be
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My Lord? You have sir: but not the mark. Why Sir, the mark I aim at: Preferment. After a storm, comes a calm: the harder You blow, the sooner your Cheeks will ache: and he That cares for your anger, may have more of't When he list, for my partly, I know my Mother. Sir, I know none of your Proverbs. First come, First served. These words that are nearest the tongue, Have opportunity soonest to leave The mouth. I'll be no more flow ed, nor bruised, not I What needs my Lord, be beholding to me For's mirth; when he may laugh at's own folly? Beside though motion and exercise Be good for gross bodies; therefore, must they Of the Guard, pitch me up and down Like a bar? If there be; You are not likely to come Thither to appease it, first end this quarrel Upon earth, I have served you this six Months, In hope of and Office; and am no more And Officer then she that boar me. Sir. These are some of those, that laughed at ye In the presence. Oh rare conclusion: Well. He that still expects, but tires his hope, What One cannot, another can: t'is so With days and hours too. And for my partly Let the Glass run out. Why then the Devil, will never give a Ma Leisure, to believe a truth. Sir, let him, that hath a heart of his own Think what he list. All is witch craft. know when the Moon winks There's something in' , beside and ecclips. Alas sir l'ue more faults then misbelief. Therefore give me your bles king, and let me Go home in peace. T'is true, wh n the sky falls We shall have Larks. But let weaker stomachs, Ex ect such curious meat. I can eat Oats, and Garlic, under my own Roof. But wont ye flout, and play the knave with one? Interpret the word, as your self shall please. I scorn to be your Dictionary. Marry come up: Are your ears so tender? I hope I'm a Man, although a sinner. No, no, Hight words make but warm air, A fig For a Knight-errant; that hath a style, and never a hedge. Hold, hold Enough suffices all women but whores. He that expects the Morning lengthens the Night Therefore straightway let my Lord get the Duke To sign these Patents: which done I'll return to the wife of my bowels, And die for joy. Who would hasten Time, when we may be old Too soon. Let me take down a Cushion, and pray. For I shall have more dignity then will suffice To damn a Monk. Why, can I help it? If a man be born To Offices. Or as my Master said, Predestinate in the womb of greatness. 'Tis not our faults. Each man obeys his Star, In spite of his Teeth, One thing grieves me. I've a bad memory Already, and now will be made worse. Oh Sir! preferment makes a man forget His dearest friends; nay his kindred too. How! Grow not old in another's garment, Fell what's your own, Some of those offices Are mine by promise. Let the Devil take the Knighthood, and make His Dam a Lady. I'll not be his Ass, That served for blows, and Prouander. Nay He'll not believe me: though I should suum You slout him behind his back: and when a man Sees things plainly; he need not buy spectacles, Till he grow old. Sir, now we are private, 'tis a fit time To be troublesome— Concerning those Offices. I've thought on'em. And will have they all in spite of Boltens teeth. I, your worship is wise, to speak no more, Then what you may well stand too. I pray bid the Gentleman take good heed; For my Master, can do all this, and more too I have seen him. If I do, what then? there be hose desire Worse things. He that cannot run for his Liberty Hath no courage in his Heals. Let the Gout Take him, that hath Legs, and w'ont vse'em They cannot Sir, For he's a faint eater, If he would pray so often as he fasts; He had been at liberty long ago. He'll dine upon a single Pea; and leave Orts. Alas Sir, when Fortune's Tippet stands up, Few men will lend a pin to tack it down, I, and my lineage have sweet lose of him: I'm sure o'that, Oh sir! I would not a'giuen this Rush; To-have been assured all th'offices in's gift But hang such Dukes (I say) that suffer thus Their Favorites to be imprisoned. Sir, I have said no more, then what I mean To unsay again: which is but a kind Of losing one' labour. And ' is better, To be ill employed then to be idle. Alas I'm apt to weep, though I but see And Onion stripped naked. The Devil take your worship for me, why, D'yee bring such good news, on a work'y day? Why could he ever come to less purpose Then when he finds you doing well. Though he Lose his labour once: I dare warrant you, He'll come again on the same errand. Sir, let we friends be true to one another. There are but few true friends extant. Let them Be kindly used and kept, if only for breed. Is my Master at liberty? Well, is he still in favour with the Duke? Enough. T'is not wholesome to burst with oy. I've thought with much care on these Offices: And find my self fitting to be in'em. I will haue'em all; come Cut, and Longtail. For my Wife, will be such a glad woman. Oh Sir! give me your blessing— You Signior Castruch oh! Signior Coxcomb! Are you ti ed with doing well? you have scarce Brought my poor Lord out of the Prison doors; But you long to have him in again. Nay, Never look! For my Sword dwells within a Yard Of my Tongue, and shall defend what I say What harm have my poor Wife, and Children done To you, or yours; that seeing me within A hairs breadth, of a hundred offices, You confound all, by leading my poor Lord Into new broils. Yes, persuade me to dry Ice in and Oven! But I'll follow your Heals so close: as I'll Go near to tread upon your Kibes. Alas Sir, I (Good Gentleman,) the Room Wherein they have put him, is so little He fills it up to the Roof: and is feign To leave his Legs Sentinels without door, To watch the rest of his body. 'Tis no Chamber, but a Court. Cupboard.
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Plot — The Cruel Brother
As a favour to Lucio, to whom he is devoted, the Duke appoints the low-born Foreste his secretary, the first port of call for ali suitors seeking monopolies and preferment. Lucio also wants to marry Foreste’s sister, 1627 Corsa, arguing that she is ennobled by her virtue, though not her ancestry. He goes through with the marriage secretly, without the Duke’s permission; but the Duke is impressed by Corsa when they are introduced, and has her brought to court so that the marriage can be properly celebrated with masques and revels. Foreste humiliates the satirist Castruccio, but his elevation to the secretaryship prevents Castruccio from challenging him to a duel. The poet initially takes a literary revenge, but, when the Duke asks about his satires, he is too cowardly to admit that Foreste is the target. The rustic Lothario comes to court, dressing foppishly in the hope of becoming a ducal favourite. Castruccio persuades him that his lack of success is Foreste’s fault. Lothario accosts Foreste offensively and finds himself imprisoned in a tiny cell. The Duke’s real intention in bringing Corsa to court is to seduce her. He engages Foreste’s wife as an unwitting go-between, then sends Lucio away overnight on a diplomatic mission. With Castruccio’s assistance, he visits Corsa, and rapes her. Foreste learns of the rape and slits the dishonoured Corsa’s wrist; she bleeds to death. On his return, Lucio takes a more lenient view than Foreste — he places more weight on the compulsion than the sexual penetration — but both agree to take revenge on the Duke, and visit him in bed. In the end, they decide to spare him, but he has already arranged assassins to dispose of them: the job was given to Castruccio, who subcontracted it to Lothario. Lothario kills the Duke by mistake; Castruccio and his accomplice kill him, then finish the job by killing Foreste and Lucio. The conspirators are kept alive to answer questions, and then suffer a death of exemplary horribleness.