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 0.71 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Yet stay, is there no remedy but death, And from your hand? then keep your word, & let me Use one short prayer. I shall relent. Forgive me heaven, and, witness I have still My Virgin thoughts, 'tis not to save my life, But his eternal one. Sciarrha give me leave to veil my face, I dare not look upon you and pronounce, I am too much a sister, live, hereafter I know you will condemn my frailty for it. I will obey the Duke. dar'st thou consent. Oh let me see the wound 'tis well, if any other hand had done it: Some Angel tell my brother now, I did But seem consenting. Ha but seem? You may believe my last breath. Why didst say so? To gain some time, in hope you might call in Your bloody purpose, and prevent the guilt Of being my murderer; but Heaven forgive thee. Again, again, forgive me Amidea, And pray for me, live but a little longer, To hear me speak, my passion hath betrayed Thee to this wound, for which I know not whether I should rejoice, or weep, since thou art virtuous: The Duke, whose soul is black again, expects thee To be his whore: good Death be not so hasty. The Agent for his lust, Lorenzo, has My Oath to send thee to his bed: for otherwise In my denial, hell; and they decree When I am dead, to ravish thee: mark that, To ravish thee: and I confess in tears, As full of sorrow, as thy soul of innocence, In my religious care to have thee spotless, I did resolve, when I had found thee ripe, And nearest Heaven, with all thy best desires To send thee to thy peace: thy faind consent Hath brought thy happiness more early to thee, And saved some guilt, forgive me altogether. With the same heart I beg Heaven for myself, Farewell. Thou shalt not die yet Amidea Sister. I cannot come: But one word more: oh which way went thy soul? Or is it gone so far it cannot hear me? Look, here's our Sister! so, so, chafe her: She may return; there is some motion. Sister? Speak aloud Florio, if her spirit be not Departed, I will seal this passage up: I feel her breath again, here's Florio Would fain take his leave; so, so, she comes. Amidea, how came this wound? I drew the weapon to it: Heaven knows my brother loved me: now I hope The Duke won't pursue me with new flames. Sciarrha, tell the rest, love one another The time you live together: I'll pray for you In Heaven, farewell, kiss me when I am dead; You else will stay my journey. Didst not hear An Angel call her? Florio, I have much To tell thee, take her up; stay I will talk A little more with her, she is not dead, Let her alone; nay then she's gone indeed. But hereabouts her soul must hover still: let's speak to that, fair Spirit. You talk idly.
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Yetstay, is there no remedie but death, And from your hand? then keepe your word, & let me Use one short prayer. J shall relent▪ Forgive me heaven, and, witnsse J have till My Virgin thoughts, tis not to ave my life, But his eternall one. Sciarrha give me leave to vaile my face, J dare not looke uppon you and pronounce, J am too much a sister, live, hereafter I know you will condemne my frailty for it. I will obey the Duke. Darst thou consent. Oh let me see the wound Tis well, if any other hand had done it: Some Angell tell my brother now, I did But seeme consenting. Ha bt seeme? You may beleeve my last breath. Why didst say so? To gaine some time, in hope you might call in Your bloody purpose, and prevent the guilt Of being my murderer; but Heaven forgive thee. Agen, agen, forgive me Amidea, And pray for me, live but a little longer, To heare me speake, my passion hath betraid Thee to this wound, for which I know not whether I should rejoyce, or weepe, since thou art vertuous: The Duke, whose soule is blacke agen, expects thee To be his whoore: good Death be not so hastie. The Agent for his lust, Lorenzo, has My Oath to send thee to his bed: for otherwise In my deniall, hell; and they decree When I am dead, to ravish thee: marke that, To ravish thee: and I confesse in teares, As full of sorrow, as thy soule of innocence, In my religious care to haue thee spotlesse, I did resolve, when I had found thee ripe, And nearest Heaven, with all thy best desires To send thee to thy peace: thy faind consent Hath brought thy happinesse more earelie to thee, And sav'd some guilt, forgive me altogether. With the same heart I beg Heaven for my selfe, Farewell. Thou shalt not die yet Amidea Sister. I cannot come: But one word more: oh which way went thy soule? Or is it gone so farre it cannot heare me? Looke, here's our Sister! so, so, chafe her: She may returne; there is some motion. Sister? Speake aloud Florio, if her spirit be not Departed, I will seale this passage up: I feele her breath agen, heres Florio Would faine take his leave; so, so, she comes. Amidea, how came this wound? I drew the weapon to it: Heaven knowes my brother lov'd me: now I hope The Duke wo'not persue me with new flames. Sciarrha, tell the rest, love one another The time you live together: Ile pray for you In Heaven, farewell, kisse me when I am dead; You else will stay my journie. Didst not heare An Angell call her? Florio, I have much To tell thee, take her up; stay I will talke A little more with her, she is not dead, Let her alone; nay then shee's gone indeede. But hereabouts her soule must hover still: Lets speake to that, faire Spirit. You talke idly.