The Bird in a Cage (The Beauties) · chunk 19 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 T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
he's mad. Signior Perenotto, it has puzzled my understanding, how you can subsist at Court without making use of the common sins, flattery, and corruption; take heed, y'are a great man, and 'tis ominous to die in your bed, a sign your children are like to inherit but weak brains, thou mayst go to Heaven, but thy heir had rather thou shouldest make a journey to Erebus, for the proverb's sake, happy is that Son, whose Father goes to the Devil.— Why when comes out my Don invisible, may be, he's here already for we cannot see him, what says my squirrel? thou look'st dull and Physical methinks, the crowns will return again invisibly, never fear it, and how does my grave Gymnosophist whose ambition is to be registered an honest Lord, though thou be'st buried upon alms, carried to Church with four torches, and have an inscription on thy marble worse than the ballad of the Devil and the Baker, and might be sung to as vild a tune too.— Gentlemen, I'll invite you shortly to see my head cut off, and do only entreat, you would not laugh at me when I am dead, 'twill show but poorly in you, and I shall revenge it with my Ghost walking. Either he is very confident to achieve his design or late grown desperate, he talks so wildly. I wonder, Signior Altomaro forgets us. Now, now, ye shall hear, this is his servant I know he is not far off, where is thy Master? He is invisible— this Letter is directed to you. GEntlemen, that you may perceive I deal plainly with you, I am now invisible; all but my hand, and here it is, you may with ease read every line, as I promised upon the receipt of your Crowns.— his hand. I Sir, 'tis his own hand I can assure you. Ha, ha, ha. He does not mean to serve us so, thou dost but jest, where is he invisible. Here I think, for I cannot see him, nor do I know when I shall, or where he willbe visible again, upon diligent search I found this paper, but my Master is not to be found. Then he is invisible indeed. All but his hand. Ha, ha. I do incline to believe, that we are cheated. With a trick that he has. Ha, ha, ha. You were Heretics in that point, till he did demonstrate. Ha, ha, ha. I cannot contain my merry spleen. Ha, ha. Come my Lord, let's leave them now, to be their own derision. Signior Morello, ha, ha, ha. How came he in a Petticoat. Carry me away quickly, they will laugh me out of my little wit. No, no, do not Gentlemen, remember yourselves. we won't then. Morello?' I'll wait upon him to the Duke myself. What wise man in Italy would be in my coat now.
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Hee's mad. Signior Perenotto, it has puzzled my vnderstanding, how you can subsist at Court without making vse of the common sinnes, flattery, and corruption; take heed, y'are a great man, and 'tis ominous to dye in your bed, a signe your children are like to in herite but weake braines, thou maist goe to Heauen, but thy heire had rather thou shouldest make a journey to Erebus, for the proverbe sake, happy is that Sonne, whose Father goes to the Divell.—Why when comes out my Don invisible, may be, hee's heere already for wee cannot see him, what sayes my squirrill? thou lookst dull and Phisicall me thinkes, the crownes will returne agen invisibly, neuer feare it, and how does my graue Gymnosophist whose ambition is to be registred an honest Lord, though thou beest buried vpon almes, carried to Church with foure torches, and haue an inscription on thy marble worse then the ballad of the Devill and the Baker, and might be sung to as vilde a tune too.—Gentlemen, i'le invite you shortly to see my head cut off, and doe onely entreat, you would not laugh at me when I am dead, 'twill shew but poorely in you, and I shall reuenge it with my Ghost walking. Either he is very confident to atchiue his designe or late growne desperate, he talkes so wildly. I wonder, Signior Altomaro forgets vs. Now, now, yee shall heare, this is his seruant I know he is not farre off, where is thy Master? He is invisible—this Letter is directed to you. GEntlemen, that you may perceiue I deale plainely with you, I am now inuisible; all but my hand, and here it is, you may with ease read euery line, as I promised vpon the receipt of your Crownes.—his hand. I Sir, 'tis his owne hand I can assure you. Ha, ha, ha. He does not meane to serue vs so, thou dost but iest, where is he invisible. Here I thinke, for I cannot see him, nor doe I know when I shall, or where he wilbe visible agen, vpon diligent search I found this paper, but my Master is not to be found. Then he is invisible indeed. All but his hand. Ha, ha. I doe incline to beleeve, that wee are cheated. With a tricke that he has. Ha, ha, ha. You were Heretickes in that point, till he did demonstrate. Ha, ha, ha. I cannot containe my merry spleene. Ha, ha. Come my Lord, lets leaue them now, to be their owne derision. Signior Morello, ha, ha, ha. How came he in a Petticote. Carry me away quickly, they wil laugh me out of my little wit. No, no, doe not Gentlemen, remember your selues. Wee wonot then. Morello? 'Ile waite vpon him to the Duke my selfe. What wise man in Italy would be in my coate now.