Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Apr 20] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.83 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
But if to all those honourable names, That marked you for the people's reverence, In such a vicious age, you dare rise up Example too of goodness, they which teach Their knees a Compliment, will give their heart, And I among the number of the humblest. Most proud to serve your Lordship, and would refuse No office or command, that should engage me To any noble trial, this addition Of virtue is above all shine of State, And will draw more admirers; but I must Be bold to tell you sir, unless you prove A friend to virtue were your honour centupled, Could you pile titles till you reach the Clouds. Were every petty Manor you possess A Kingdom, and the blood of many Princes United in your veins, with these had you A person that had more attraction Than Poesy can furnish, love withal, Yet I, I in such infinite distance am As much above you in my innocence. This becomes not. 'tis the first liberty I ever took to speak myself, I have been bold in the comparison, but find not Wherein I have wronged virtue, pleading for it. How long will you continue thus? I wish To have my last hour witness of these thoughts, And I will hope before that time, to hear Your Lordship of another mind. I know not, 'tis time enough to think of'at hereafter, I'll be a convertite within these two days, Upon condition you and I may have One bout tonight, nobody hears. Alas you plunge too far, and are within this minute, Further from heaven then ever. I may live To require the courtesy. Live my Lord to be Your country's honour and support, and think not Of these poor dreams. I find not desire to sleep, and I were a-bed we. 'tis not improbable my Lord but you May live to be an old man, and fill up A seat among the grave Nobility, When your cold blood shall starve your wanton thoughts. And your slow pulse beat like your Body's knell, When time hath snowed upon your hair, oh then Will it be any comfort to remember The sins of your wild youth, how many wives, Or virgins y'ave dishonoured? in their number, Would any memory of me (should I Be sinful to consent) not fetch a tear, From you perhaps a sigh to break your heart, Will you not wish than you had never mixed With Atheists, and those men whose wits are vented In oaths and blasphemy, now the pride of Gentlemen, That strike at heaven, and make again of thunder. If this be true? what a wretched thing should I Appear now, if I were any thing but a Lord, I do not like myself, give me thy hand Since there is no remedy, be honest! there's no harm in'is I hope, I won't tell thee all My mind at once, If I do turn Carthusian, And renounce flesh upon this, the devil is like Toha the worst on't— but I am expected.
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But if to all those honourable names, That mark'd you for the peoples reverence, In such a vitious age, you dare rise up Example too of goodnesse, they which teach Their knees a Complement, will give their heart, And I among the number of the humblest. Most proud to serve your Lordship, and would rfuse No office or command, that should engage me To any noble tryall, this addition Of vertue is above all shine of State, And will draw more admirers; but I must Be bold to tell you sir, unlesse you prove A friend to vertue were your honour cetupled, Could you pile titles till you reach the Clouds. Were every petty Mannor you possesse A Kingdome, and the bloud of many Princes Vnited in your veynes, with these had you A person that had more attraction Then Poesie can furnish, love withall, Yet I, I in such infinite distance am As much above you in my innocence. This becomes not. Tis the first libertie I ever tooke to speake my selfe, I have Bin bold in the comparison, but find not Wherein I have wrong'd vertue, pleading for it. How long will you continue thus? I wish To have my last houre witnesse of these thoughts, And I will hope before that time, to heare Your Lordship of another minde. I know not, Tis time enough to thinke o'that hereafter, Ile bee a convertite within these two daies, Vpon condition you and I may have One bout to night, no body heares. Alas you plunge too farre, and are within this minute, Further from heaven then ever. I may live To require the curtesie. Live my Lord to be Your Countries honour and support, and thinke not Of these poore dreames. I find not desire to sleepe, and I were a bed wee. Tis not improbable my Lord but you May live to be an old man, and fill up A seate among the grave Nobility, When your colde bloud shall starve your wanton thoughts. And your slow pulse beate like your bodies knell, When time hath snow'd upon your haire, oh then Will it be any comfort to remember The sinnes of your wild youth, how many wives, Or virgins y'ave dishonour'd? in their number, Would any memory of me (should I Be sinfull to consent) not fetch a teare, From you perhaps a sigh to breake your heart, Will you not wish then you had never mixt With Atheists, and those men whose wits are vented In oathes and blasphemy, now the pride of Gentlemen, That strike at heaven, and make againe of thunder. If this be true? what a wretched thing should I Appeare now, if I were any thing but a Lord, I do not like my selfe, give me thy hand Since there is no remedy, be honest! theres no harme I'this I hope, I wonot tell thee all My minde at once, If I doe rurne Carthusian, And renounce flesh upon this, the devill is like Toha the worst ont—but I am expected.