The Bird in a Cage (The Beauties) · chunk 37 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 0.68 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Arrived at her? Fame will soon spread it Fulvio, About the world, and we shall be their mockery. He's dead they tell me Girl, poisoned they say, too. Oh my Philenzo. Eugenia' shalt not marry Florence now, Nor any other since Philenzo's dead, But thou wilt not believe me, had he lived He had been thine, that minute took him hence, Wherein I first resolved to ha' given thee to him. Oh do not mock me Sir, to add to my Affliction, you ne'er would give me to him. May Heaven forgive me never then, but what Avails too late compunction? Noble Gentleman Thou shalt have Princely Funeral, and carry On thy cold marble the Inscription of Our son in death, and my Eugenia's Husband. Madam, this sorrow for his loss is Real. We met the Florentine Ambassador Who told me the Expectation of that Prince Was now dissolved, and Messengers were sent To stay the Execution. Who now Shall marry my Eugenia, I have undone The hope of our posterity. Not so Sir, If yet you'll give me leave to make my choice I'll not despair to find a Husband. Where? Here Royal Sir, Philenzo is not dead But made by Virtue of a drink to seem so Thus to prevent his suffering, that I might Or other friend by my confederacy, By begging of his body fit for burial, Preserve him from your anger. Dost not mock me! Let me beg your pardon, Confident of your change to mercy, I have Confessed what terror could not force me to. This is pretty Dondolo. Blessings fall doubly on thee. He expects Not such a full stream of happiness, heaven dispose him To meet it quickly, Here are strange turnings, see he stirs. Where am I now? no matter where I be 'tis Heaven if my Eugenia meet me here She made some promise sure to such a purpose. This Music sounds divinely, ha Eugenia 'Tis so, let's dwell here for Eternity If I be dead, I won't live again If living— ha! I'm lost, lost for ever. Not found till now, take her a gift from me And call me father. I am not yet awake. Thou art Philenzo, and all this is truth, My Father is Converted. 'Tis a Miracle. You must believe it, In sign how we are pleased proclaim this day Through Mantua a pardon to all offenders As amply as when we took our Crown. Then my Petticoat is discharged. Now Lady you are free. Make me happy to renew my suit. And mine, shall's to barleybreak I was in Hell last, 'tis little less to be in a Petticoat sometimes. Madam vouchsafe him kiss your hand we owe him much. We'll take him to our Service. I am too much honoured. And you into our bosom, this day shall Be consecrate to triumph, and may time When 'tis decreed, the world shall have an end By Revolution of the year make this The day that shall conclude all memories.
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Arriv'd at her? Fame will soone spread it Fulvio, About the world, and wee shall be theyr mockery. He's dead they tell me Girle, poyson'd they say, too. Oh my Philenzo. Eugenia 'shat not marry Florence now, Nor any other since Philenzoes dead, But thou wo't not beleeve me, had he liv'd He had beene thine, that minute tooke him hence, Wherein I first resolv'd to ha given thee to him. Oh doe not mocke me Sir, to adde to my Affliction, you nere would give me to him. May Heaven forgive me never then, but what Availes too late compunction? Noble Gentleman Thou shalt have Princely Funerall, and carry On thy cold marble the Inscription of Our sonne in death, and my Eugenias Husband. Madam, this sorrow for his losse is Reall. We met the Florentine Embassadour Who told me the Expectation of that Prince Was now dissolv'd, and Messengers were sent To stay the Execution. Who now Shall marry my Eugeniae, I have undone The hope of our posterity. Not so Sir, If yet you'l give me leave to make my choyce Ile not despaire to find a Husband. Where? Here Royall Sir, Philenzo is not dead But made by Vertue of a drinke to seeme so Thus to prevent his suffering, that I might Or other friend by my confederacy▪ By begging of his body fit for buriall, Preserve him from your anger. Dost not mocke me Let me beg your pardon, Confident of your change to mercy, I have Confess'd what terrour could not force me to. This is pretty Dondolo. Blessings fall doubly on thee. He expects Not such a full streame of happinesse, heaven dispose him To meet it quickly, Here are strange turnings, see he stirs. Where am I now? no matter where I be ▪Tis Heaven if my Eugenia meet me here She made some promise sure to such a purpose. This Musicke sounds divinely, ha Eugenia 'Tis so, let's dwell here for Eternity If I be dead, I wonot live agen If living—ha! I'm lost, lost for ever. Not found till now, take her a guift from me And call me father. I am not yet awake. Thou art Philenzo, and all this is truth, My Father is Converted. 'Tis a Myracle. You must beleeve it, In signe how we are pleas'd proclaime this day Through Mantua a pardon to all offenders As amply as when we tooke our Crowne. Then my Petticote is discharg'd. Now Lady you are free▪ Make me happy to renew my suit. And mine, shall's to Barlibreake I was in Hell last, ▪tis litle lesse to be in a Petticote somtimes. Madam vouchsafe him kisse your hand Wee owe him much. We'll take him to our Service. I am too much honour'd. And you into our bosome, this day shall Be consecrate to tryumph, and may time When 'tis decreed, the world shall have an end By Revolution of the yeare make this The day that shall conclude all memories.