The Bird in a Cage (The Beauties) · chunk 16 of 37
Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Jun 21] [incorrect] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
If I obtain a Monument, be this all Write on my grave. This man climbed high to fall. Come Gentlemen, we must watch still, that none run away with the Princess. He must have an excellent stomach, that can break these stone walls to come to her. Beside this movable wall of flesh which we carry. One makes toward us,— 'tis a Lady. So, now am I as valiant as Hercules, when he turned spinster, great Iupiter, the patron of scapes, assist my petticoat, and at my return, I will sacrifice my linen-breeches to thee,— here be the men, the men of mettle, now Venus I beseech thee, and they be men they will let a Lady enter without many questions. Save you sweet Lady, your affairs this way? I go but in to the Princess. From whom? From the Duke's Grace. What may be your ladyship's name? I never thought to give myself a name— my name is Madam— umh. My name is something an odd name, but— I do not stand upon't— my name's Thorn. Indeed Madam Thorn, if his Grace have sent you to such a purpose, you must show something for our discharge. Why hark you it was but forgotten, of the Duke to send his signet— but I ha' brought some of his highness' deputies wi'me, I hope that will satisfy. By this gold, breeches No, they are but silk— here will be sport, I have a hint already. Say you so? 'Tis very well— but Madam, we are many, and we would be loath to venture— deal ingeniously sweet Lady, have you no more gold in your breeches? Not a doit, as I am virtuous and sinful. Pass— but d''ee hear— and you should not be secret now. As I am a Gentleman. A Gentleman? dost hear him? i'll put him to't. I have left some Crowns with your fellow. Tush, that won't satisfy me. Indeed, I ha' no more money. You have commodity, hang this transitory gold— give me— what's this? Nothing but a wart a'my little finger. A wart, let me see't. 'Tis a Diamond, 'twas my Mother's Legacy— or else Is it your will I should have it? It was my Mother's will I should wear it, her Ghost will haunt me, and I should give it away. You know the way back Lady. You will give me my gold again. Not a doit, as I am virtuous and sinful, stand with him for a toy, and know y'ave no warrant from the Duke, 'tis in our power. D''ee hear Sir, and it were a Diamond of gold you should have it. Lady, I kiss your hand. Y'ave kissed the Ring of a my finger I'm sure. Use your fortune, pass. If I get to the Ladies, somebody shall pay for this, that's my comfort. Can you wrestle Madam. Ah— wrestle Sir, Ladies do not use to wrestle.
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If I obtaine a Monument, be this all Write on my graue. This man climbe'd high to fall. Come Gentlemen, wee must watch still, that none run away with the Princesse. He must haue an excellent stomacke, that can breake these stone walles to come to her. Beside this moueable wall of flesh which we carry. One makes toward vs,—'tis a Lady. So, now am I as valiant as Hercules, when he turned spnister, greate Iupiter, the patron of scapes, assist my petticote, and at my returne, I will sacrifice my linnen-breeches to thee,—here be the men, the men of mettle, now Venus I beseech thee, and they bee men they will let a Lady enter without many questions. Saue you sweet Lady, your affaires this way? I goe but in to the Princesse. From whom? From the Dukes Grace. What may be your Ladiships name? I neuer thought to giue my selfe a name—my name is Madam—um. My name is something an odde name, but—I doe not stand vpon't—my name's Thorne. Indeed Madam Thorne, if his Grace haue sent you to such a purpose, you must shew something for our discharge. Why hearke you it was but forgotten, of the Duke to send his signet—but I ha brought some of his Highnesse deputies wo'mee, I hope that will satisfie. By this gold, breeches No, they are but silke—here will be sport, I haue a hint already. Say you so? 'Tis very well—but Madam, we are many, and we would be loth to venture—deale ingeniously sweet Lady, have you no more gold in your breeches? Not a doyt, as I am vertuous and sinfull. Passe—but d'ee heare—and you shud not be secret now. As I am a Gentleman. A Gentleman? do'st heare him? ile put him to't. I have left some Crownes with your fellow. Tush, that wo'not satisfie me. Indeed, I ha no more mony. You have commodity, hang this transitory gold—give me—what's this? Nothing but a wart a'my little finger. A wart, let me see't. 'Tis a Diamond, 'twas my Mothers Legacy—or else Is it your will I should have it? It was my Mothers will I should weare it, her Ghost will haunt me, and I should give it away. You know the way backe Lady. You will give me my gold agen. Not a doyt, as I am vertuous and sinfull, stand with him for a toy, and know y'ave no warrant from the Duke, 'tis in our power. D'ee heare Sir, and it were a Diamond of gold you shud have it. Lady, I kisse your hand. Y'ave kiss'd the Ring of a my finger Ime sure. Vse your fortune, passe. If I get to the Ladies, some body shall pay for this, that's my comfort. Can you wrastle Madam. Ah—wrastle Sir, Ladies doe not use to wrastle.