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 0.86 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
If she consent to meet His soft embrace, with his first kiss, he seals Your pardon, than the act upon Pisano Appears a true revenge, when none dares question it: Beside addition of state and fortune, To you and Amidea, weigh your danger, And what a trifle she gives up, to save Your life, that never can be valued, Less recompensed; the Duke may be so taken With her return to his delight, who knows But he may marry her, and discharge his Duchess With a quaint salad, you do apprehend me. And repent more, I had one good thought of thee, Than I had killed a thousand: save my life And prostitute my sister, though I have No weapon, I will look thee dead, or breathe A damp shall stifle thee, that I could vomit Consuming flames, or stones like Aetna, make The earth with motion of my feet shrink lower, And take thee in alive, oh that my voice Could call a Serpent from corrupted Nile, To make thee part of her accursed bowels, Is this noble friendship? readiness To save my life? let malice read all stories Famous for cruelty, awake dead Tyrants, Or be instructed by their ghosts with tortures, Such as will make a damned fury weep Only to see inflicted, I would bear'em, And weary my tormentors, ere consent In thought to thy temptation. I ha' done, And praise your heathen resolution Of death, go practice immortality, And tell us when you can get leave to visit This world again, what fine things you enjoy In hell, for thither these rash passions drive thee, And ere thy body hath three days inhabited, A melancholy chamber in the earth, Hung round about with skulls and dead men's bones, Ere Amidea have told all her tears Upon thy Marble, or the Epitaph Belie thy soul, by saying it is fled To Heaven: this Sister shall be ravished, Maugre thy dust and Heraldry. Ha, ravished? When I am dead, was't not so? oh my soul, I feel it weep within me, and the tears Soften my flesh: Lorenzo, I repent my fury. I advised you the best way my wisdom could direct. I thank you for't, You have awaked my reason, I am ashamed I was no sooner sensible: does the Duke Affect my Sister still say you? Most passionately. She shall obey him then, upon my life: That's it, my life; I know she loves me dearly. I shall have much ado to win her to't, But she shall come, I'll send her. Perform this? I won't only send her, but prepared Not to be disobedient to his Highness: He shall command her any thing. Do this, And be for ever happy, when these have Only for form but waited on you home: This disengages'em. My humblest service To the Duke I pray, and tell him, Amidea This night shall be at his dispose, by this. I'm confident, farewell; attend Sciarrha.
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If shee consent to meete His soft embrace, with his first kisse, he seales Your pardon, then the act upon Pisano Appeares a true revenge, when none dares question it: Beside addition of state and fortune, To you and Amidea, waigh your danger, And what a trifle shee gives up, to save Your life, that never can be valued, Lesse recompenc'd; the Duke may be so taken With her returne to his delight, who knowes But he may marrie her, and discharge his Dutchesse With a quaint sallet, you doe apprehend mee. And repent more, I had one good thought of thee, Then I had kild a thousand: save my life And prostitute my sister, though I have No weapon, I will looke thee dead, or breath A dampe shall stifle thee, that I could vomit Consuming flames, or stones like Aetna, make The earth with motion of my feet shrinke lower, And take thee in alive, oh that my voice Could call a Serpent from corrupted Nile, To make thee part of her accursed bowels, Is this noble freindship? readinesse To save my life? let malice reade all stories Famous for crueltie, awake dead Tyrants, Or be instructed by their ghosts with tortures, Such as will make a damned furie weepe Onely to see inflicted, I would beare'em, And wearie my tormentors, ere consent In thought to thy temptation. I ha done, And praise your heathen resolution Of death, goe practice immortalitie, And tell us when you can get leave to visit This world agen, what fine things you enjoy In hell, for thither these rash passions drive thee, And ere thy body hath three daies inhabited, A melancholly chamber in the earth, Hung round about with skuls and dead mens bones, Ere Amidea have told all her teares Upon thy Marble, or the Epitaph Belie thy soule, by saying it is fled To Heaven: this Sister shall be ravish'd, Mauger thy dust and Heraldry. Ha, ravish'd? When I am dad, was't not so? oh my soule, I feele it weepe within me, aud the teares Soften my flesh: Lorenzo, I repent my furie. I advis'd you the best way my wisedome could direct. I thanke you for't, You have awak'd my reason, I am asham'd I was no sooner sensible: does the Duke Affect my Sister still say you? Most passionately. She shall obey him then, upon my life: Thats it, my life; I know she loves me dearely. I shall have much adoe to winne her too't, But she shall come, Ile send her. Performe this? I wonot onely send her, but prepar'd Not to be disobedient to his Highnesse: He shall command her any thing. Doe this, And be for ever happie, when these have Onely for forme but waited on you home: This disingages'em. My humblest service To the Duke I pray, and tell him, Amidea This night shall be at his dispose, by this. I'me confident, farewell; attend Sciarrha.