The Bird in a Cage (The Beauties) · chunk 23 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 T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.71 · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Ha, ha, ha, what mean'st? Nay you shall laugh and heartily ere I ha' done w'e The Duke does love his Daughter, sends her all Rarities are presented to him. His soul's not dearer to him— what of that? Why then you shall be admitted into the Castle of comfort, that's all; the conceit is in my brain, and would you could as probably get her consent, to untie her Virgin Zone, as I dispose your access to her: it shall not cost you much, if I fail, instead of saying of my prayers, I'll curse the Destinies and die with you. D'ye hear, I ha' bestowed 300. crowns already to set your heels at Liberty, if you do mock me, it shall cost me 500. but I'll ha' you clapped up again, where you shall howl all day at the Grate, for a meal at Night from the Basket. You are in earnest now? Yes. By all that you have threatened, so am I, have but the patience to walk and hear me. Can thy Art procure this? My Art? Why look you, I made this Watch. I'll bestow it on you. What to do? to reckon the hours I ha' to live. It sha' not cost me so much trouble as that Toy did to make you master of your wishes, still if Heaven prosper it: come let's talk privately, you shall ha' the plot. He that doth many good deeds it may fall, Among the rest, one may reward them all. I long to be discoursing it, pray lead the way. Provide again you mock me not— come on Sir. ROllyardo pay his debts? Sure the fellow that never saw much money in's life, now by the Duke made Master of so many sums, is grown mad with 'em. Many other he hath discharged they say. He'll undo the Exchequer, and he hold on, he shall be Chronicled for't. He has some cause to imagine himself short lived, and that makes him so desperately charitable, toward his end. Signior Perenotto. Dondolo and Grutti, News, News for ye. What we beseech you. You have lost the best mirth in Italy in your absence, your Companion Morello— Was carried to the Duke in a Petticoat, in which he attempted a passage to the sequestered Ladies— what's the issue. Mirth in Abundance. How came he off? Nay 'tis on still, the Duke to make himself sport, would call a Counsel, before whom the poor Signior must be arraigned; not to hold you in circumstance, the Business was merrily discussed, & the pitiful projector was judged— How, how? To wear the petticoat for a Month, if he appear without it during the Term, he incurs his perpetual exile from Court. Ha, ha, ha.
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Ha, ha, ha, what mean'st? Nay you shall laugh and heartily ere I ha done The Duke does love his Daughter, sends her all Rarities are presented to him. His soule's not dearer to him—what of that? Why then you shall be admitted into the Castle of comfort, that's all; the conceipt is in my braine, and would you could as probably get her consent, to untye her Virgin Zone, as I dispose your accesse to her: it shall not cost you much, if I fayle, instead of saying of my prayers, Ile curse the Destinies and dye with you. D'yee heare, I ha bestow'd 300. Crownes already to set your heeles at Liberty, if you doe mocke mee, it shall cost me 500. but Ile ha▪you clapt up agen, where you shall howle all day at the Grate, for a meale at Night from the Basket. You are in earnest now? Yes. By all that you have threatned, so am I, have but the patience to walke and heare me. Can thy Art procure this? My Art? Why looke you, I made this Watch. Ile bestow it on you. What to doe? to reckon the houres I ha to live. It sha' not cost me so much trouble as that Toy did to make you master of your wishes, still if Heaven prosper it: come let's talke privately, you shall ha the plot. He that doth many good deeds it may fall, Among the rest, one may reward them all. I long to be discoursing it, pray lead the way. Provide agen you mocke me not—come on Sir. ROllyardo pay his debts? Sure the fellow that never saw much money in's life, now by the Duke made Master of so many summes, is growne madde with 'em. Many other he hath discharg'd they say. He'l undoe the Exchequer, and hee hold on, he shall be Chronicl'd for't. He has some cause to imagine himselfe short liv'd, and that makes him so desperately charitable, toward his end. Signior Perenotto. Dondolo and Grutti, Newes, Newes for yee. What we beseech you. You have lost the best mirth in Italy in your absence, your Companion Morello— Was carryed to the Duke in a Peticote, in which he attempted a passage to the sequestred Ladyes—what's the yssue. Mirth in Aboundance. How came he off? Nay 'tis on still, the Duke to make himselfe sport, would call a Counsell, before whom the poore Signior must be arraign'd; not to hold you in circumstance, the Businesse was merrily discust, & the pitifull proiector was iudg'd— How, how? To weare the petticote for a Month, if he appeare without it during the Terme, hee incurres his perpetuall exile from Court. Ha, ha, ha.