The Bird in a Cage (The Beauties) · chunk 34 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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Will either of you speak for me Gentlemen, if the justice of my cause should fail me, I'll pay you for't, I know Courtiers that live upon countenance, must sell their tongues, what is the price of yours pray? Humble yourself you coxcomb. Away, and let not him stir I charge you. This does entrench too much upon her person, Have my endeavours to preserve Eugenia Of whom I thought so many men unworthy Ruined themselves? Humane invention Could not instruct me to dispose her where She could be more defenced from all men's eyes An Anchorite lives not prisoned in a wall With more security. 'Tis not possible Why am I troubled thus? My fear abuses me, In such a cause I would check an Oracle. And shall his dexterous forgery, unsettle My confidence, I won't show a guilt, Of so much weakness in me, Fulvio— And Gentlemen— we'll speak to you anon. I ha' spoke too much already it seems, sure he has sent for her, I dare repose my life on her, to whose trust I gave my heart, she is a thousand witnesses in herself. It will be mirth Sir. I like not this consulting, they break of pleasantly now in the name of Mercury what crotchet. I see it is in vain To interrupt our fate, what is decreed Above, becomes not mortals to dispute Sit there,— nay be not modest, you were borne to't And therefore take your place, nay nay, be covered Imagine that a Crown, and these your Subjects As when I die, you know 'twill come to that. In right of my sole daughter— so, does he not Look like a Prince indeed, appears he not A pretty lump of Majesty. He's studying some speech I'll lay my life— Against his Coronation, to thank all His loving Subjects, that as low as earth Thus offer him their duties. Hold I beseech you Let not my duty suffer misconstruction If while my knee doth beg your blessing, here I throw my arms, and circle next to Heaven What must be dearest to me. Ha? My joy of life. Destroy me not? Alas-I would preserve all, am so far from killing, That I would die myself, rather than see One drop of blood forced from his crimson Fountain, Or but one tear racked from your eye, oh hear me And after let your anger strike two dead. So you would let us dwell both in one Grave; And did you know how near we were in life You would not think it fitting that in death Our ashes were divided, you have heard When the poor Turtle's ravished from her Mate The orphan Dove doth groan away her life In widow's solitude, let me call him husband And tell yourself the rest. Kill not thy Father with one word Eugenia, Thy Husband? I do beseech you hear me. Beg thou mayst be forgotten, 'tis sin 'Bove my forgiveness, this a match for thee? What man can bring me a certificate He had a father, or was christened? He? We all are in a dream, awake me thunder.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Will eyther of you speake for me Gentlemen, if the Iustice of my cause should fayle me, Ile pay you for't, I know Courtiers that live upon countenance, must sell their tongues, what is the price of yours pray? Humble your selfe you Coxecombe. Away, and let not him stirre I charge you. This does intrench too much upon her person, Have my endeavours to preserve Eugenia Of whom I thought so many men unworthy Ruin'd themselves? Humane invention Could not instruct me to dispose her where She could be more defenc'd from all mens eyes An Anchorite lives not prison'd in a wall With more security. 'Tis not possible Why am I troubled thus? My feare abuses me, In such a cause I would checke an Oracle. And shall his dexterous forgery, unsettle My confidence, I wonot shew a guilt, Of so much weakenesse in me, Fulvio— And Gentlemen—we'll speake to you anon. I ha spoke too much already it seemes, sure he has sent for her, I dare repose my life on her, to whose trust I gave my heart, she is a tbousand witnesses in her selfe. It will be mirth Sir. I like not this consulting, they breake of pleasantly now in the name of Mercury what crotchet. I see it is in vaine To interrupt our fate, what is decreed Above, becomes not mortals to dispute Sit there,—nay be not modest, you were borne to't And therefore take your place, nay nay, be cover'd Imagine that a Crowne, and these your Subiects As when I dye, you know 'twill come to that. In right of my sole daughter—so, does he not Looke like a Prince indeed, appeares he not A pretty lumpe of Maiesty. He's studying some speech Ile lay my life— Against his Coronation, to thanke all His loving Subiects, that as low as earth Thus offer him their duties. Hold I beseech you Let not my duty suffer misconstruction If while my knee doth beg your blessing, here I throw my armes, and circle next to Heaven What must be dearest to me. Ha? My ioy of life. Destroy me not? Alas-I would preserve all, am so farre from killing, That I would dye my selfe, rather than see One drop of bloud forc'd frow his crimson Fountaine, Or but one teare rackt from your eye, oh heare me And after let your anger strike two dead. So you would let us dwell both in one Grave; And did you know how neere we were in life You would not thinke it fitting that in death Our ashes were divided, you have heard When the poore Turtle's ravisht from her Mate The Orphant Dove doth grone away her life In Widowes solitude, let me call him husband And tell your selfe the rest. Kill not thy Father with one word Eugenia, Thy Husband? I doe beseech you heare me. Beg thou mayst be forgotten, 'tis sinne 'Bove my forgivenesse, this a match for thee? What man can bring me a certificate He had a father, or was christen'd? Hee? We all are in a dreame, awake me thunder.