The Bird in a Cage (The Beauties) · chunk 30 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 0.86 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
He speaks all mystery, I sha'not get him off I fear without some stain. The truth is Princess, if you now discover me, (Though I made nice at first to put your fright by) You cannot harm me much, I ha' done my task, Do you fear me still? why is there such a space Betwixt us Lady?— Can you keep that man At so unkind a distance, that for your sake Has in his undertaking swallowed danger robbed death, of all his fears. For my sake. Yours— fair Princess, dare you so far trust me yet To let me kiss your hand. Audacious Sir, I shall grow loud if you forget your distance Nor that you may hold long—— I'm studying how I should be rid of him without their Knowledge: yet that's dangerous too, and might Show guilt in me, for he will boast on't. Such was the Duke your gracious father's care He would put confidence in none about him, But saw me brought himself. This is a fine Paradox. Which must be to high purpose: come be wise And keep me while you have me, 'tis but reaping This fruitless Harvest, from my cheek and chin And you can form the rest, y'are young and beautiful Lose not the blessing of your Youth sweet Princess Fair opportunity waits upon your pleasure, You want but the first knowledge of your joy. Your Blood is ripe, come I am confident Your will is but controlled by upstart Fears, Like advanced Beggars, that will check their Princes, My safest way is yours, now to conceal me, It may be thought I have enjoyed you else, Ill Censure soon takes fire, nay perhaps To be revenged of your stern cruelty, I'll swear myself I have possessed you freely, Play your game wisely then, your honour lies Full at my mercy, come, 'tis in your love, To lead me to a secret Couch. Bold Villain For these uncivil most unhallowed words, I'll die but I'll undo thee. Stay and let me circle in mine Arms All happiness at once, I have not Soul Enough to apprehend my joy, it spreads Too mighty for me: know excellent Eugenia I am the Prince of Florence, that owe Heaven More for thy virtues, than his own Creation. I was borne with guilt enough to cancel, My first purity, but so chaste a Love As thine, will so refine my second being When holy marriage frames us in one piece, Angels will envy me. Ha? the Prince of Florence. I ha' made no travail for so rich a Blessing, Turn me to Pilgrimage, divinest Beauty, And when I ha' put a girdle 'bout the World, This Purchase will reward me. Purchase?— I am not bought and sold I hope? Give it what name you will, y'are mine Eugenia. yours Prince? I do not know by what Title you pretend this claim; I never yet remember that I saw you,
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He speakes all mystery, I shannot get him off I feare without some staine. The truth is Princesse, if you now discover me, (Tho I made nice at first to put your fright by) You cannot harme me much, I ha' done my taske, Doe you feare me still? why is there such a space Betwixt us Lady?—Can you keepe that man At so unkind a distance, that for your sake Has in his undertaking swallow'd danger Rob'd death, of all his feares. For my sake. Yours—faire Princesse, dare you so far trust me yet To let me your hand. Audacious Sir, I shall grow lowd if you forget your distance Nor that you may hold long—— I'm studying how I should bee rid of him without theyr Knowledge: yet that's dangerous too, and might Shew guilt in me, for he will boast on't. Such was the Duke your gracious fathers care He would put confidence in none about him, But saw me brought himselfe. This is a fine Paradoxe. Which must be to high purpose: come be wise And keepe me while you have me, 'tis but reaping This fruitlesse Harvest, from my cheeke and chin And you can forme the rest, y'are young and beautifull Loose not the blessing of your Youth sweet Princesse Fayre opportunity waytes vpon your pleasure, You want but the first knowledge of your ioy. Your Bloud is ripe, come I am confident Your will is but controul'd by upstart Feares, Like advanc'd Beggers, that will checke their Princes, My safest way is yours, now to conceale me, It may be thought I have inioy'd you else, Ill Censure soone takes fire, nay perhaps To be reveng'd of your sterne cruelty, Ile sweare my selfe I have possest you freely, Play your game wisely then, your honor lyes Full at my mercy, come, 'tis in your love, To lead me to a secret Couch. Bold Villaine For these uncivill most unhallowed words, Ile dye but Ile undoe thee. Stay and let me circle in mine Armes All happinesse at once, I have not Soule Enough to apprehend my ioy, it spreads Too mighty for mee: know excellent Eugenia I am the Prince of Florence, that owe Heaven More for thy vertues, then his owne Creation. I was borne with guilt enough to cancll, My first puritie, but so chast a Love As thine, will so refine my second being When holy marriage frames vs in one piece, Angels will envie me. Ha? the Prince of Florence. I ha made no travaile for so rich a Blessing, Turne me to Pilgrimage, divinest Beauty, And when I ha' put a girdle 'bout the World, This Purchase will reward me. Purchase?—I am not bought and sold I hope? Give it what name you will, y'are mine Eugenia. Your's Prince? I doe not know by what Title you pretend this claime; I never yet remember that I saw you,