Shirley, James · published 1635 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, May 4] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
This may Have Tragical effects Petruchio: For Cosmo, we shall prune his fortune thus, Oriana's wealth would swell him in the Seat, He grows too fast already, be still ours. My Lord, you bought my life, when you procured My pardon from the Duke. O friend, thou canst not be so merciful, To give away such happiness, my Love Is for some sin I have committed, thus Transplanted, I looked rather thou shouldst kill me, Then give away this comfort, 'tis a charity Will make thee poor, and 'twere a great deal better That I should languish still, and die. While I have art to help thee? Oriana And I were but in treaty, howsoever, I were not worthy to be called his friend, Whom I preferred not to a Mistress, if You can find dispensation, to quit With Amidea, your first love, be confident Oriana may be won, and it were necessary You did prepare the Mother, be not modest— Each syllable is a blessing, hark Petruchio. There is an Engine levelled at my fate, And I must arm, Away. This for thy comfort, Although some compliments ha' passed between Me and Oriana, I am not warm Yet in the Mother's fancy, whose power may Assist you much, but lose no time, let's follow. Thou miracle of friendship! Letters to us? from whom? Castruchio. The exile? whence? Sienna my good Lord, It came enclosed within my Letter, which Imposed my care and duty, in the swift Delivery. The Duke is pale oath sudden. A Palsy does possess me, ha? Lorenzo? Our Cosen, the enemy of our life and State, My bosom Kinsman? not too loud, the Traitor May hear, and by escape prevent our justice. What Traitor? Signior Alonso, come you hither, What correspondency maintain you with this Castruchio? None my Lord, but I am happy In his election, to bring the first Voice to your safety. Most ingrateful man! Turn Rebel? I have worn him in my blood. 'tis time to purge the humour. I will do't. Our guard, were he more precious, had he shared Our soul, as he but borrows of our flesh, This action makes him nothing, had I been In heaven, I could have lent him my eternity, He turn conspirator? oh the fate of Princes! But stay, this paper speaks of no particular, He does not mention what design what plot▪ More providence is necessary, Right, right, good Alonso, thou'rt an honest man And lov'st us well, what's to be done? 'tis best To make his person sure, by this you may Discover soonest who are of his faction And at our leisure study of his punishment, Which must exceed death, every common trespass Is so rewarded, first apply all tortures To enforce confession, who are his confederates,. And how they meant to murder us, than some rare Invention to execute the Traitor, So as he may be half a year a dying, Will make us famed for justice.
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This may Have Tragicall effects Petruchio: For Cosmo, we shall prune his fortune thus, Oriana's wealth would swell him in the Sate, He growes too fast already, be still ours. My Lord, you bought my life, when you procur'd My pardon from the Duke. O friend, thou canst not be so mercifull, To give away such happinesse, my Love Is for some sinne I have committed, thus Transplanted, I look'd rather thou shouldst kill me, Then give away this comfort, tis a charity Will make thee poore, and 'twere a great deale better That I should languish still, and dye. While I have art to helpe thee? Oriana And I were but in treaty, howsoever, I were not worthy to be calld his friend, Whom I preferd not to a Mistris, if You can finde dispensation, to quit With Amidea, your first love, be confident Oriana may be wonne, and it were necessary You did prepare the Mother, be not modest— Each sillable is a blessing, harke Petruchio. There is an Engine leveld at my fate, And I must arme, Away. This for thy comfort, Although some complements ha past betweene Me and Oriana, I am not warme Yet in the Mothers fancy, whose power may Assist you much, but loose no time, lets follow. Thou miracle of friendship! Letters to us? from whom? Castruchio. The exile? whence? Sienna my good Lord, It came inclos'd within my Letter, which Imposd my care and duty, in the swift Delivery. The Duke is pale oth suddaine. A Palsey does possesse me, ha? Lorenzo? Our Cosen, the enemy of our life and State, My bosome Kinsman? not too loud, the Traytor May heare, and by escape prevent our justice. What Traytor? Signior Alonso, come you hither, What correspondency maintaine you with this Castruchio? None my Lord, but I am happy In his election, to bring the first Voice to your fafety. Most ingratefull man! Turne Rebell? I have worne him in my blood. Tis time to purge the humour. I will doot. Our guard, were he more precious, had he shar'd Our soule, as he but borrowes of our flesh▪ This action makes him nothing, had I beene In heaven, I could have lent him my eternitie, He turne conspirator? oh the fate of Princes! But stay, this paper speakes of no particular, He does not mention what designe what plot▪ More providence is necessarie, Right, right, good Alonso, thar't an honst man And lov'st us well, whats to be done? Tis best To make his person sure, by this you may Discouer soonest who are of his faction And at our leasure study of his punishment, Which must exceed death, every cōmon trespasse Is so rewarded, first apply all tortures To inforce confession, who are his confederates,. And how they meant to murder us, then some rare Invention to execute the Traytor, So as hee may bee halfe a yeare a dying, Will make us fam'd for justice.