Shirley, James · published 1635 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, May 4] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.79 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
My Genius And thine are friends, I see they have conversed And I Applaud the wisdom of my Stars, That made me for his friendship, who preserves The same religious fire, I will confess, When Alexander left his piety To Florence, I placed him beneath my Country, As we should all, but we have lost our souls' Or changed our active spirits, for a dull And lazy sufferance, let this secret be n argument, how much I dare repose Upon Sciarrha's honour, virtue witness, I choose no other destiny, command Lorenzo's fate, dissolve me with your breath, I'll either ive, in your exchange of faith A patriot, or die my country's martyr. Thou hast a fire beyond Prometheus To quicken earth, thy flame is but a prophecy Of that high pyramid, the world shall build To thy immortal name: it was the glory Of Romans to prefer their empire's safety To their own lives, they were but men like us, And of the same ingredients, our souls Create of no inferior substance; ha? Heaven knows I've no particular design To leap unto a throne, I will disclaim The privilege of blood, let me advance Our liberty, restore the ancient Laws Of the republic, rescue from the jaws Of lust your mothers, wives, your daughters, sisters, Sisters. From horrid Rape 'las Amidea: I am resolved, by all that's blessed, he dies Return my willingness to be his pander, My sister's readiness to meet his Dalliance, His promises have bought our shame, he dies, The roof he would dishonour with his Lust Shall be his tomb, bid him be confident, Conduct him good Lorenzo, i'll dispose My house for this great scene of death. Be constant. Now brother, what news brings the great Lorenzo? Let me have truce vexation for some minutes, What news? preferments, honours, offices; Sister, you must to Court. Who, I to Court? Or else the Court will come to you, the Duke Hath sent already for us Amidea: O that I knew what happy Stars did govern At thy Nativity: It were no sin To adore their influence. What means my brother? he's transported. I shall suspect your health. I easily could forget I am Sciarrha, And fall in love myself, is she not fair, Exceeding beautiful, and tempting Florio? Look on her well, methinks I could turn Poet, And make her a more excellent piece than heaven. Let not fond men hereafter command what They most admire, by fetching from the Stars Or flowers their glory of similitude; But from thyself the role to know all beauty, And he that shall arrive at so much boldness, To say his Mistress eyes, or voice, or breath, Are half so bright, so clear, so sweet as thine, Hath told the world enough of miracle. These are the Duke's own Raptures, Amidea, His own Poetic flames, an argument He loves my Sister. Love me? Infinitely, I am in earnest, he employed Lorenzo, No meaner person in this embassy, You must to Court, Oh happiness! For what?
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My Genius And thine are friends, I see they have convers't And I Applaude the wisedome of my Stars, That made mee for his friendship, who preserves The same religious fire, I will confesse, When Alexander left his pietie To Florence, I plac'd him beneath my Countrie, As we should all, but we have lost our soules' Or changd our active spirits, for a dull And lazie sufferance, let this secret bee n argument, how much I dare repose Vpon Sciarrahs honor, vertue witnesse, I chuse no other destinie, command Lorenzo'es fate, dissolve me with your breath, Ile either ive, in your exchange of faith A patriot, or dy my Countries martir. Thou hast a fire beyound Prometheus To quicken earth, thy flame is but a prophsie Of that high paramide, the world shall build To thy immortall name: it was the glorie Of Romans to preferre their Empires safety To their owne lives, they were but men like us, And of the same ingredients, our soules Create of no inferiour substance; ha? Heaven knows I've no particular designe To leape unto a throne, I will disclaime The priviledge of blood, let mee advance Our liberty, restore the ancient Lawes Of the republicke, rescue from the jawes Of lust your mothers, wives, your daughters, sisters, Sisters. From horrid Rape las Amidea: I am resolvd, by all thats blest, hee dyes Returne my willingnesse to be his pander, My sisters readinesse to meete his Dalliance, His promises haue bought our shame, hee dyes, The roofe hee would dishonor with his Shall be his toombe, bid him bee confident, Conduct him good Lorenzo, ile dispose My house for this great scene of death. Be constant. Now brother, what newes brings the great Lorenzo? Let me have truce vexation for some minutes, What newes? preferments, honours, offices; Sister, you must to Court. Who, I to Court? Or else the Court will come to you, the Duke Hath sent already for us Amidea: O that I knew what happy Starres did governe At thy Nativity: It were no sinne To adore their influence. What meanes my brother? Hee's transported. I shall suspect your health. I easily could forget I am Sciarrha, And fall in love my selfe, is she not faire, Exceeding beautifull, and tempting Florio? Looke on her well, me-thinkes I could turne Poet, And make her a more excellent peece then heaven. Let not fond men hereafter commnd what They most admire, by fetching from the Starres Or flowers their glory of similitude; But from thy selfe the rle o know all beauty, And he that shall at so much boldnesse, To say his Mistris eyes, or , or reath, Are halfe so bright, so clea, so as thine, Hath told the enough of miracle. These are the Dukes oe Raptures, Amidea, His owne Poeticke flames, an argument He loues my Sister. Love me? Infinitly, I am in earnest, he employ'd Lorenzo, No meaner person in this , You must to Court, O happinesse! For what?