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 0.77 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
He says but right, we are Both men, frail things: 'tis not impossible. I am reconciled to heaven already, and the Duke, if you Be still unsatisfied, I am ready sin. The circumstance considered, I incline To think this may be honest. Come Sciarrha, We are both hasty: pardon my rash language In the beginning, I will study service Shall make you love me: I ha' been too wicked, Too full of passion, inexorable: My nature is corrected, at this minute: I'm friends with all the world, but in your love Shall number many blessing. I am converted. What's the news? My Lord Depazzi prays some conference In the next chamber we arrived by chance Together at your gate: I do not like his talk sir. Hang him property, let him Expect, thou art come i'the opportunity: I could have wished, be wise and second me. He waits upon Pisano, Whose health I may inquire, I ha' not seen him Since he departed sick, a fit occasion. Married to Oriana: thou mistak'st, 'tis Amidea, Lord Sciarrha's sister. That contract's broken, and the old Lady Morrossa is violent to have the marriage Finished with her daughter. Sciarrha, is't true Pisano marries Oriana The rich Morassa's daughter. Ha? we did expect to hear your sister should Have been his bride: has he forsaken Amidea? Do not you serve Pisano? Yes my Lord. And dare you talk he's to be married To Oriana? If they live till tomorrow: there's great provision to my knowledge and— Take that, & learn to speak a truth hereafter. That blow shall cost his life, It is not possible he dares affront You thus; the world takes notice of a contract, he's much to blame if he should wrong so sweet A Lady as Amidea, now by Hymen. 'tis not so honourable he need not scorn, Such an alliance. I am not to give Account for my Lords actions, let him answer And justify his honour: but my Lord Since I am provoked, I must declare he has Called back his vows to Amidea, given Her freedom, and does mean to use his own, And this he dares publish. What, disclaimed a Lady of her birth and glorious merit? thouart a villain, My Lord he is not worth your anger, he Declares but what his master hath committed, 'tis none of his fault. It becomes my duty To take correction my Lord, from you, I am a servant, a poor gentleman. Shall I suspect the circumstance at his departure? It is strange you knew not this before. I must examine if he dares— Be patient. Teach fools and children patience, The dogs eat up Sciarrha; let me live The prodigy of sorrow, die a death That may draw tears from Scythians, if Pisano Lead o'er his threshold, any soon won dame To be my sister's shame: I am calm now; One false, heaven why should thy altars save? 'tis just that Hymen light him to his grave.
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He saies but right, we are Both men, fraile things▪ is not impossible. I am reconcild to heaven already, and the Duke, if you Be still unsatisfied, I am readie sin. The circumstance considerd, I incline To thinke this may be honest. Come Sciarrha, We are both hastie: pardon my rash language In the beginning, I will studie service Shall make you love me: I ha bin too wicked, Too full of passion, inexorable: My nature is corrected, at this minute: I'me friends with all the world, but in your love Shall number many blessing. I am converted. Whats the newes? My Lord Depazzi prayes some conference In the next chamber we arrivd by chance Together at your gate: I doe not like his talke sir. Hang him propertie, let him Expect, thou art come i'the opportunitie: I could have wisht, be wise and second mee. He waits upon Pisano, Whose health I may enquire, I ha not seene him Since he departed sick, a fit occasion. Married to Oriana: thou mistak'st, Tis Amidea, Lord Sciarrha's sister. That contract's broken, and the old Lady Morrossa is violent to have the marriage Finished with her daughter. Sciarrha, I'st true Pisano marries Oriana The rich Morassa's daughter. Ha? Wee did expect to here your sister should Have beene his bride: has he forsaken Amidea? Do not you serve Pisano? Yes my Lord. And dare you talke hee's to be married To Oriana? If they live till to morrow: Ther's great provision to my knowledge and— Take that, & learne to speake a truth hereafter. That blow shall cost his life, It is not possible hee dares affront You thus; the world takes notice of a contract, Hee's much to blame if he should wrong so sweet A Lady as Amidea, now by Hymen. Tis not so honorable hee neede not scorne, Such an alliance. I am not to give Account for my Lords actions, let him answere And justifie his honor: but my Lord Since J am provoked, J must declare he has Call'd back his vowes to Amidea, given Her freedome, and does meane to use his owne, And this he dares publish. What, disclaim'd a Lady of her birth and glorious merit? Th'art a villaine, My Lord he is not worth your anger, hee Declares but what his master hath committed, Tis none of his fault. It becomes my dutie To take correction my Lord, from you, I am a servant, a poore gentleman. Shall I suspect the circumstance at his departure? It is strange you knew not this before. I must examine if he dares— Be patient. Teach fooles and children patience, The dogs eate up Sciarrha; let me live The prodigie of sorrow, die a death That may draw teares from Scithians, if Pisano Leade ore his threshold, any soone wonne dame To be my sisters shame: I am calme now; One false, heaven why should thy altars save? Tis just that Hymen light him to his grave.