The Bird in a Cage (The Beauties) · chunk 29 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 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Beshrew the bellman, and you had not waked as you did Madam, I should ha' forgot myself and played Iupiter indeed with you, my imaginations were strong upon me; and you lay so sweetly— how now? A present Madam from the Duke: one of the finest pieces of Pageantry that ere you saw: 'tis a Cage with variety of Birds in it: it moves on wheels: your Assistance Ladies to bring it in. A Cage— if from Florence it shall to the fire, Or whencesoe'er it cannot be intended But as a Mockery of my Restraint I'm very sad o'th' sudden: ha? 'tis so Break it to pieces. 'Twere pity Madam to destroy so much Art. Yet spare the Workmanship, in the perusal There's something pleads for Mercy:— I feel within Some alteration, I know not what Let me entreat your absence for some Minutes, I am in earnest, pray do without Reply. Your eyes shell feed with plenteous satisfaction On this gay object, when I call you. We obey you. Yet can't I say I am alone, that have So many Partners in Captivity? Sweet fellow Prisoners, 'twas a cruel Art, The first Invention to restrain the wing. To keep th'Inhabitants o'th' air close Captive That were created to Sky freedom: Surely The merciless Creditor took his first Light And Prisons their first Models from such Bird Loops; I know yon Nightingale is not long lived, See how that Turtle mourns wanting her Mate. And doth the Duke my Father, think I'll, Take Comfort either in restraint, or in The sight of these that every moment do Present it to me, were these tendered me? They shall no more be Prisoners to please me, Nor shall the woods be robbed of so much Music: I take you at your word fair Princess, I am the truest Prisoner, tremble not, Fear flies the Noble mind, for injury dares not come near. Sir, what are you? The humblest of your Servants. You are not mine, for in this bold Attempt You have undone me. You see I keep at distance. Y'are too near, I will discover you, though I fall myself by your presumption. Hold, be counseled rather But to calm Silence for a pair of minutes And none shall perish, you shall save him too That would for your sake lose himself for ever. For my sake? What Relation has my Birth Or any passion I call mine to you. Nor doom me unto scorn, I am a Gentleman, And when my inimitable Resolution In those Attempts whose very sounds breeds Earthquakes In other hearers, shall your knowledge fill, With wonder and amaze; you will at least Think I fall too low, if I love beneath you. Ha? this is a strange accident. Was it less Than death dear Princess to adventure hither. It will be death however. Y'are deceived Lady. How I'm perplexed. It had been death Your sight gives me a Lease of longer life, My head stands fast.
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Beshrew the Belman, and you had not wak'd as you did Madam, I should ha' forgot my selfe and play'd Iupiter indeed with you, my imaginations were strong upon me; and you lay so sweetly—how now? A present Madam from the Duke: one of the finst pieces of Pageantry that ere you saw: 'tis a Cage with variety of Birds in it: it mooves on wheeles: your Assistance Ladies to bring it in. A Cage—if from Florence it shall to the fire, Or whences're it cannot be intended But as a Mockery of my Restraint I'm very sad oth' suddaine: ha? tis so Breake it to pieces. 'Twere pitty Madam to destroy so much Art. Yet spare the Workemanship, in the perufall Ther's something pleades for Mercy:—I feele within Some alteration, I know not what Let me intreat your absence for some Minutes, I am in earnest, pray doe without Reply. Your eyes shell feed with plenteous satisfaction On this gay object, when I call you. We obey you. Yet can't I say I am alone, that have So many Partners in Captivitie? Sweet fellow Prisoners, 'twas a cruell Art, The first Invention to restraine the wing. To keepe th'Inhabitants oth' ayre close Captive That were created to Skye freedome: Surely The mercilesse Creditor tooke his first Light And Prisons their first Models from such Bird Loopes; I know yo Nightingale is not long liv'd, See how that Turtle mournes wanting her Mate. And doth the Duke my Father, thinke I'can, Take Comfort eyther in restraint, or in The sight of these that every moment doe Present it to me, were these tendered me? They shall no more be Prisoners to please me, Nor shall the woods be rob'd of so much Musique: I take you at your word faire Princesse, I am the truest Prisoner, tremble not, Feare flyes the Noble mind, for injury dares not come neare. Sir, what are you? The humblest of your Servants. You are not mine, for in this bold Attempt You have undone me. You see I keepe at distance. Y'are too neare, I will discover you, th I fall my selfe by your presumption. Hold, be counsell'd rather But to calme Silence for a paire of minutes And none shall perish, you shall save him too That would for your sake loose himselfe for ever. For my sake? What Relation has my Birth Or any passion I call mine to you. Nor doome me unto scorne, I am a Gentleman▪ And when my inimitable Resolution In those Attempts whose very sounds breeds Earthquakes In other hearers, shall your knowledge fill, With wonder and amaze; you will at least Thinke I fall too low, if I love beneath you. Ha? this is a strange accident. Was it lesse Then death deare Princesse to adventure hither. It will be death how ever. Y'are deceiv'd Lady. How I'm perplex'd. It had beene death Your sight gives me a Lease of longer life, My head stands fast.