The Bird in a Cage (The Beauties) · chunk 36 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 0.78 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
'Tis granted. My Lord Ambassador. Not the least whisper of Philenzo, as you value our regard— O my good Lord welcome. Letters to your Grace. They are grateful as my comfort— Perenotto, let them withdraw; Her vain will be discovered— Fulvio follow and part 'em, give order for his execution, off with his head instantly— I can read no more for joy, Perenotto use your best oratory on my daughter to forget that Traitor, and prepare to marry Florence, 'tis concluded to be solemnised by proxy. I'll see the execution. Now to the rest, Your last letters were acceptable; and our son before had intention to finish the marriage in his person, but lately receiving intelligence, that one Philenzo of Noble birth, now in exile, though without your consent, had long since interest in your daughter's affection, we thought meet rather to advise for his repeal then proceed to our dishonour; where the hearts meet, there only marriages are sacred, and Princes should be exemplary in all justice, although we disclaim in this design, on our parts, we will continue all other Princely correspondence. I am justly punished and have run myself Into a labyrinth, from whence no art Can bring me of with safety— my Lord you may Please to retire yourself, a thousand wheels Do move preposterous in my brain, what care? I lose myself, run with a hast thou wod'st Preserve my life, and stay the execution. I will not have a drop of blood fall from Philenzo for my Dukedom, fly I say Thou shouldst be there already. How now, has Philenzo still a head on? Yes my Lord. Follow him, and with that Nimbleness thou wouldst Leap from thy Chamber when the roof's afire Proclaim aloud our pardon to Philenzo. And bring him back to us. 'Tis too late Sir, Philenzo's dead already He saved the Executioner that trouble. The voice is, he is poisoned. Poisoned, how— Where is Philenzo? This fool reports him poisoned, what circumstance? He had no sooner parted from Eugenia, But suddenly he fainted, at which fall Of his own spirit, he seemed grieved with shame To show so little courage near his death, Which he called martyrdom, and presently Whither supplied by other, or prepared By himself we know not, he had a Viol Of water sovereign as was pretended To enliven his dull heart, he drank it up And soon showed cheerful in his eyes, we led Him smiling forward, but before we could Approach the place of death, he sunk again But irrecoverably, for in vain we applied Our help, by which we did conclude he had Drunk poison. All this talk is such, and through My ear I take it in, with as much danger, I feel it active in my Brain already. Call our Physicians I will hang 'em all Unless they can recover him, it shall be Death to save any man hereafter, if They suffer him to perish. Sir your Daughter It seems the accident has arrived at her.
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'Tis granted. My Lord Embassadour. Not the least whisper of Philenzo, as you value our regard—O my good Lord welcome. Letters to your Grace. They re gratefull as my comfort—Perenotto, let them withdraw; Her vaine will be discouered—Fuluio follow and part 'em, giue order for his execution, off with his head instantly—I can read no more for ioy, Perenotto vse your bst oratory on my daughter to forget that Traitour, and prepare to marry Florence, 'tis concluded to be solemnized by proxie. Ile see the execution. Now to the rest, Your last letters were acceptable; and our sonne before had intention to finish the marriage in his person, but lately receluing intelligence, that one of Noble birth, now in exile, though without your consent, had long since intrest in your daughters affection, wee thought meet rather to aduise for his repeale then to our dishonour; where the hearts meete, there onely marriages are sacred, and Princes should be exemplary in all Iustice, although we disclaime in this designe, on our parts, we will continue all other Princely correspondence. I am iustly punished and haue run my selfe Into a laborinth, from whence no art Can bring me of with safety—my Lord you may Please to retire your selfe, a thousand wheeles Do moue preposterous in my braine, what cre? I loose my selfe, runne with a hast thou wod' Preserue my life, and stay the execution. I will not haue a drop of blood fll from Philenzo for my Dukedome, flye I say Thou should'st be there already. How now, has Philenzo still a head on? Yes my Lord. Follow him, and with that Nimblenesse thou would'st Leape from thy Chamber when the Roofe's a fire Proclayme aloud our pardon to Philenzo. And bring him backe to us. 'Tis too late Sir, Philenzo's dead already He sav'd the Executioner that trouble. The voyce is, he is poyson'd. Poyson'd, how— Where is Philenzo? This foole reports him poyson'd, what circumstance? He had no sooner parted from Eugenia, But suddainly he fainted, at which fall Of his owne spirit, he seem'd griev'd with shame To shew so little courage neere his death, Which he call'd Martyrdome, and presently Whither supply'd by other, or prepar'd By himselfe we know not, he had a Violl Of water soveraigne as was pretended To inlifne his dull heart, he dranke it up And soone shew'd cheerefull in his eyes, wee led Him smiling forward, but before we could Approach the place of death, he sunke agen But irrecoverably, for in vaine we applyed Our helpe, by which we did concludo he had Drunke poyson. All this talke is such, and through My eare I take it in, with as much danger, I feele it active in my Braine already. Call our Physitians I will hang em all Vnlesse they can recover him, it shall be Death to save any man hereafter, if They suffer him to perish. Sir your Daughter It seemes the accident has arriv'd at her.