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 0.80 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Your presence only hath the power to charm 'em. I fear their rage: where is our Guard? Alonzo, haste afore, proclaim our pardon, And that we live to give the offender's mercy. Why are we borne to greatness, mocked with State, When every tumult staggers our proud fate? Our quarrel is deferred Sir. MY plots thrive not, my Engines all deceive me; And in the very point of their discharge Recoil with danger to myself: are there No faithful villains left in nature? all Turned honest? man nor spirit aid Lorenzo, Who hath not patience to expect his fate: But must compel it? how Sciarrha played The dog-bolt wi''me, and had not I provided in wisdom for him, that distress had ruined me, His frozen Sister Amidea too Hath half converted him; but I must set New wheels in motion, to make him yet More hateful, and then cut him from his stalk, Ripe for my vengeance: I'll not trust the rabble Confusion on the giddy multitude, That but two minutes ere the Duke came at'em, Bellowed out liberty, shook the City with Their throats, no sooner saw him but they melted With the hot apprehension of a gallows: And when a pardon was proclaimed, (a fine State-snaffle for such Mules) they turned their cry To acclamations, and deafed Heaven to beg His long and prosperous reign, a sudden rot Consume this base herd, and the devil want, Any Cattle for his own teeth, these are for him. Sciarrha, my Lord desires to speak with you. Sciarrha, come near— you understand, admit him. Welcome my noble Lord, You were not wont to visit me. Nor mean ever to do't again. You bring frowns, I can be sullen too: what is your pleasure? You have abused me. You have injured me. in what? Betrayed me basely to the Duke. You denied then, you were a Traitor. Yes, I was no fool to run my neck upon The Axe, and give you such a cause of triumph, Were it again in question— Y'are a villain sir. And I must have it certified under your own hand To show the Duke. You shall be humbled to Confess the contrary, nay subscribe That I am honest, and desire my pardon; Look, I have a sword, and arm, and vigour Dare fight with thee, didst ride upon a whirlwind, Provoke me on a rock, in waves, in fire? And kill thee without scruple, such a strength Is innocence. Innocence? dost not fear a thunderbolt? I shall be charitable to the world, and I Cut thee in pieces; and yet then I fear Thou wilt come together again: the devil does Acknowledge thee on earth the greater mischief, And has a fear when thou art dead, he sha'not Be safe in hell: thou wot conspire with some Of his black fiends, and get his kingdom from him: Didst not thou rail upon the Duke? I grant it. Call him a Tyrant?
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Your presence onely hath the power to charme 'em. I feare their rage: where is our Guard? Alonzo, haste afore, proclaime our pardon, And that we live to give the offenders mercy. Why are we borne to greatnesse, mockt with State, When every tumult staggers our proud fate? Our quarrell is deferd Sir. MY plots thrive not, my Engines all deceive me; And in the very point of their discharge Recoile with danger to my selfe: are there No faithfull villaines left in nature? all Turn'd honest? man nor spirit aide Lorenzo, Who hath not patience to expect his fate: But must compell it? how Sciarrha plaid The dog-boltwo'me, and had not J provided Jn wisedome for him, that distresse had ruin'd me, His frozen Sister Amidea too Hath halfe converted him; but J must set New wheeles in motion, to make him yet More hatefull, and then cut him from his stalke, Ripe for my vengeance: Jle not trust the rabble Confusion on the giddy multitude, That but two minutes ere the Duke came at'em, Bellow'd out libertie, shooke the Cittie with Their throates, no sooner saw him but they melted With the hot apprehension of a gallowes: And when a pardon was proclaimd, (a fine State-snaffle for such Mules) they turnd their cry To acclamations, and deaf'd Heaven to beg His long and prosperous reigne, a suddaine rot Consume this base heard, and the divell want, Any Cattle for his owne teeth, these are for him. Sciarrha, my Lord desires to speake with you. Sciarrha, come neere—you understand, admit him. Welcome my noble Lord, You were not wont to visite me. Nor meane ever to doot agen. You bring frownes, J can be sullon too: what is your pleasure? You have abus'd me. You have injur'd me. Jn what? Betraid me basely to the Duke. You deny'd then, you were a Traitor. Yes, J was no foole to runne my neck upon The Axe, and give you such a cause of triumph, Were it agen in question— Y'are a villaine sir. And I must have it certified under your owne hand To shew the Duke. You shall be humbled to Confesse the contrary, nay subscribe That I am honest, and desire my pardon; Looke, I have a sword, and arme, and vigour Dare fight with thee, didst ride upon a whirle-winde, Provoke me on a rocke, in waves, in fire? And kill thee without scruple, such a strength Is innocence. Innocence? dost not feare a thunder-bolt? I shall be charitable to the world, and I Cut thee in peeces; and yet then I feare Thou wo't come together againe: the divell does Acknowledge thee on earth the greater mischiefe, And has a feare when thou art dead, he sha'not Be safe in hell: thou wot conspire with some Of his blacke fiends, and get his kingdome from him: Didst not thou raile vpon the Duke? I grant it. Call him a Tyrant?