Heywood, Thomas · published 1634 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1625-1634] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.78 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
The time runs on, Think on my honour Stroza. If you'll eat grapes unripe, edge your own teeth, I'll stay the mellowed season, do't yourself, Unless you give me time for't. But think with mine, on thine own safety Stroza. Peace, give me way my Lord, so shall the Prince Be palpably deceived, Fair Julia's honour Most prosperously deserved, The Duke my master, Freed from all blame, Wane hindered, Peace confirmed, And I secured; Oh I am fortunate Beyond imagination! O dear Stroza, Help now, or never! He was a a mere Ass That raised Troy's Horse: 'twas a pretty structure. Oh me! Sinon, a fool, I can do more With precious Gold, than he with whining Tears. Oh my tormented soul! Pray my Lord, give me Five hundred crowns. What to do with them man? See how you stand on trifles; when our lives, Your honour; all our fortunes lie a bleeding: What shall I have the Gold? Thy purpose prithee? I know a desolate Lady, whom with Gold I can corrupt. There are five hundred Crowns, Snroza bethink thee what thou undertakest, Such an Act, would make huge Atlas bend his head Unto his heel. But say I cannot win her, They bide the brunt of all, here let them stay, With these five hundred Crowns I'll post away. Madam, yonder's a Gentleman comes to speak with you in all haste. Admit him in. Lady be happy, and from this blessed hour Ever rejoice fair Virgin, for I bring you Gold, and Enlargement; with a recovery Of all your former loss, and dignity, But for a two hours' labour: Nay, that no labour Nor toil, but a mere pleasure. Your words like music, please me with delight, Beyond imagination: Offered to us? Being exiled our Country, and our friends, Therefore good sir, delay not with long compliment, But tell these hopes more plain. Have we not here Too many eares? We would be private sirrah, And therefore leave vs. You have seen the Prince of Florence? Yes, I have. Is he not for his Feature, Beauty, Goodness, The most Complete? So absolute in all things. All this is granted. How happy do you think that Lady than That shall Enjoy him? Nay, that shall be the first To prove him, And exchange Virginity, Were't not bright Lady a great happiness? I wish that nappinesse were mine alone, Oh my faint heart: Passion over-swayes me quite, But hide thy grief Lauretta: Sir, you ' le make Me fall in love with him: Were I his equal, I then should judge him worthy of no less. Love him: What's she doth not, if she have eyes? Were I myself a Woman: I would lay Myself a prostitute unto the Prince: She is not wise that would refuse him Lady. Good Sir be brief: To what prey tends these speeches?
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The time runs on, Thinke on my honor Stroza. If youle eate grapes vnripe, edge your owne teeth, Ile stay the mellow'd season, doo't your selfe, Vnlesse you giue me time for't. But thinke with mine, on thine owne safety Stroza. Peace, giue me way my Lord, so shall the Prince Bee palpably deceiu'd, Faire Iulia's honor Most prosperously deseru'd, The Duke my master, Freed from all blame, Wane hindred, Peace confirm'd, And I secur'd; Oh I am fortunate Beyond imagination! O deare Stroza, Helpe now, or neuer! Hee was a a meere Asse That rais'd Troys Horse: 'twas a pritty structure. Oh mee! Synon, a foole, I can doe more With precious Gold, then hee with whining Teares. Oh my tormented soule! Pray my Lord, giue mee Fiue hundred crownes. What to doe with them man? See how you stand on trifles; when our liues, Your honour; all our fortunes lie a bleeding: What shall I haue the Gold? Thy purpose preethee? I know a desolate Lady, whom with Gold I can corrupt. There are fiue hundred Crownes, Snroza bethinke thee what thou vndertak'st, Such an Act, would make huge Atlas bend his head Vnto his heele. But say I cannot win her, They bide the brunt of all, heere let them stay, With these fiue hundred Crownes Ile poast away. Maddam, yonder's a Gentleman comes to speake with you in all hast. Admit him in. Lady bee happy, and from this blest houre Euer reioyce faire Virgin, for I bring you Gold, and Inlargement; with a recouerie Of all your former losse, and dignitie, But for a two houres labour: Nay, that no labour Nor toyle, but a meere pleasure. Your words like musick, please me with delight, Beyond imagination: Offered to vs? Being exil'd our Countrey, and our friends, Therefore good sir, delay not with long complement, But tell these hopes more plaine. Haue wee not heere Too many ares? Wee would bee priuate sirra, And therefore leaue vs. You haue seene the Prince of Florence? Yes, I haue. Is he not for his Feature, Beauty, Goodnesse, The most Compleate? So absolute in all things. All this is granted. How happy doe you thinke that Lady then That shall Inioy him? Nay, that shall bee the first To prooue him, And exchange Virginitie, Were't not bright Lady a great happinesse? I wish that nappinesse were mine alone, Oh my faint heart: Passion ouer-swayes me quite, But hide thy griefe Lauretta: Sir, you 'le make Me fall in loue with him: Were I his equall, I then should iudge him worthy of no lesse. Loue him: What's she doth not, if shee haue eyes? Were I my selfe a Woman: I would lay My selfe a prostitute vnto the Prince: Shee is not wise that would refuse him Lady. Good Sir bee briefe: To what pray tends these speeches?