Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Oct 3] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 538 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Yes: Then you talk to a dead man. I do. Where am I dead? Here, everywhere. Y'are dead to virtue, to all noble thoughts, And till the proof of your conversion To piety win my faith, you are to me Without all life, and charity to myself, Bids me endeavour with this ceremony To give you burial if hereafter I Let in my memory to my thoughts, or see you. You shall but represent his ghost or shadow Which never shall have power to fright my innocence. Or make my cheek look pale, my ends are compassed, And here in sight of heaven. Stay, thou'rt a Noble girl, and dost deserve To marry with an Emperor, remove This sad thing from us, you do know me Gentlemen Witness my death to vanity, quitting all unchaste desires, revive me in thy thoughts, And I will love as thou hast taught me nobly And like a husband, by this kiss the seal That I do shake my wanton slumber off, And wake to virtue. Meet it daughter. Now you begin to live: I will grow old i'th' study of my honour, this last conflict hath quite o'ercome me, make me happy in the style of your son. My blessings multiply. We congratulate this event. See my brother. Let not your rage be so high Sir, I ha' more cause to be mad, Thou? I. I have lost my daughter. But I have lost my credit, that had nothing else to live. I was more proud of that then you could be of twenty daughters, Have you found 'em? Not, not, and yet this old Ruffian will not let me vex for it, he says the greatest loss is his. And I'll maintain it, 'twas my boast that I was never cozened in my life, have I betrayed so many plots, discovered letters, deciphered Characters, stripped knavery to the skin, and laid open the very soul of Conspiracy, deserved for my cunning to be called Brains both Town and Country over, and now to forfeit 'em, to see 'em drenched in a muddy stratagem, cheated by a woman, and a pedantical lousy Woodmonger, 'tis abominable; patience I abhor thee, I desire him that bids me go hang myself, which is the way to surgeons Hall I'll beg to ha' my skull cut, I have a suspicion my brains are filched, and my head has been late stuffed with woodcock's Feathers. Be not mad. I will in spite of any man here, who shall hinder me if I have a mind to't. Your happiness removes my affliction, ha! Where is Sir Nicholas? we have brought the Gentleman. Are you there— this was the Champion that justled me, shall I fetch a Dog-whip, or let me cut him up he will make excellent meat for the devil's Trencher, I'll carve him Sirrah. Forbear, where is my daughter? villain confess. Alas Sir, I was waiting upon her home, Sir Nicholas met me, and took her from me. Sir Nicholas! Yes Sir Nicholas, hath Mistress Violetta, I am a witness. Why did he justle me, there began the treachery, ask him that? I pray y' sir let it be forgotten, I ha' been kicked for't.
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Yes: Then you talke to a dead man. I doe. Where am I dead? Here, euery where. Y'are dead to vertue, to all noble thoughts, And till the proofe of your conuersion To piety winne my faith, you are to me Without all life, and charity to my selfe, Bids me endeauour with this ceremony To giue you buriall if hereafter I Let in my memory to my thoughts, or see you. You shall but represent his ghost or shadow Which neuer shall haue power to fright my innocence. Or make my cheeke looke pale, my ends are compas'd, And here in sight of heauen. Stay, Tha'rt a Noble girle, and dost deserue To marry with an Emperour, remoue This sad thing from vs, you doe know me Gentlemen Witnesse my death to vanity, quitting all Vnchast desires, reuiue me in thy thoughts, And I will loue as thou hast taught me nobly And like a husband, by this kisse the seale That I doe shake my wanton slamber off, And wake to vertue. Meete it daughter. Now you begin to liue: I will grow old i'th study of my honour, this last conflict hath quite ore'come me, make me happy in the stile of your sonne. My blessings multiply. We congratulate this euent. See my brother. Let not your rage be so high Sir, I ha more cause to be mad, Thou? I. I haue lost my daughter. But I haue lost my credit, that had nothing else to liue. I was more proud of that then you could be of twenty daughters, Haue you found 'em? Not, not, and yet this old Ruffian will not let me vex for it, he sayes the greatest losse is his. And I'le maintaine it, 'twas my boast that I was neuer couzned in my life, haue I betrayed so many plots, discouered letters, deciphered Characters, stript knavery to the skinne, and layd open the very soule of Conspiracie, deserv'd for my cunning to bee called Braines both Towne and Country over, and now to forfeit 'em, to see 'em drencht in a muddy stratagem, cheated by a woman, and a pedancieall lousie Woodmonger, 'tis abhominable; patience I abhorre thee, I desire him that bids me goe hang my selfe, which is the way to Surgeans Hall Ile beg to ha my skull cut, I have a supspition my braines are filcht, and my head has beene late stuft with Woodcocks Feathers. Be not mad. I will in spight of any man here, who shall hinder me if I have a minde too't. Your happinesse removes my affliction, ha! Where is Sir Nicholas? we have brought the Gentleman. Are you there — this was the Champion that justled me, shall I fetch a Dog-whip, or let me cut him up he will make excellent meat for the Divels Trencher, Ile carve him Sirra. Forbeare, where is my daughter? villaine confesse. Alas Sir, I was waiting upon her home, Sir Nicholas met me, and tooke her from me. Sir Nicholas! Yes Sir Nicholas, hath Mistris Violetta, I am a witnesse. Why did he iustle me, there began the treachery, aske him that? I pray y' sir let it be forgotten, I ha bin kickt for't.