Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Jul 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Ill? thou art shallow, I Made him not Admiral, but to engage His youth and spirit, apt to fly on dangers, To perish in his hot pursuit of honour, If he come home with victory, my Father And his wise state must give him thanks, the people Giddily run, to meet the Conqueror, And owe their lives, and safety to his triumph. But where am I? what peace brings it to me? What blessing is't to hear the general voice Shoot their wild joys to heaven, and I in torment Certain to lose my hopes in fair Cassandra? There may be ways at home to remove him, And plant you in your wishes. It would be Most happiness to hear his death. That may Ruin a Kingdom. Ruin twenty more, So I enjoy her first, nothing can be Too precious to forfeit, I am mad, And my desires by opposition grow More violent. I thought your masculine soul Less capable of vexation, shall a subject Whom with your breath you may blow out o'th' world Raise su h a storme within you? No he sha'not, I ha' found myself again, come I'll be merry, But I will have Cassandra spite of fate? Resolve and have her. Stay, it were convenient We did know how to do this Iulio. Y'are in the right sir, it were first indeed Convenient to know how. Thou know'st his Father. signior Alphonso. A bold and daring Gentleman, all flame When he is moved, and careless of a danger To vindicate his honour. What of this? He shall bear the foundation of a plot, To make me Lord of my desires. he'll rather Meet torture then consent, his arm is not Yet withered, and while he can lift a sword, He will employ it to revenge Vittori. Thou art no Politician Iulio. How now? what news with you? And please your grace An humble creature of yours, proud of the least Occasion to express how faithfully My heart is fixed to serve you. What's your business? I have business of some consequence, I had not been so bold else to disturb Your Princely conference, for I durst never Assume that impudent garb, that other courtiers Are known by, my devotion has been still To appear in modest services. Toth' point. It were a point of deep neglect to keep Your grace in expectation, yet delays Make joys the sweeter, arrows that fly compass, Arrive with as much happiness to the mark, As those are shot pointblank? This Courtier loves To hear himself talk, be not so impertinent, We know your care. And cost my Lord sometimes, For they that hold intelligence abroad To benefit their country, must not make Idols of their estates, and 'tis a happiness To sell their fortunes for their Princes smile, Which I am confident you will vouchsafe, When you have heard my news. Would you would vouchsafe To let us hear?
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Ill? thou art shallow, I Made him not Admirall, but to engage His youth and spirit, apt to fly on dangers, To perish in his hot pursuit of honour, If he come home with victory, my Father And his wise state must give him thankes, the people Giddily runne, to meete the Conquerour, And owe their lives, and safety to his triumph. But where am I? what peace brings it to me? What blessing i'st to heare the generall voyce Shoot their wild joyes to heaven, and I in torment Certaine to lose my hopes in faire Cassandra? There may be waies at home to remove him, And plant you in your wishes. It would be Most happinesse to heare his death. That may Ruine a Kingdome. Ruine twenty more, So I enioy her first, nothing can be Too precious to forfeit, I am mad, And my desires by opposition grow More violent. I thought your masculine soule Lesse capable of vexation, shall a subject Whom with your breath you may blow out o'th'world Raise su h a storme within you? No he sha'not, I ha found my selfe againe, come ile be merry, But I will have Cassandra spight of fate? Resolve and have her. Stay, it were convenient We did know how to doe this Iulio. Y'are in the right sir, it were first indeed Convenient to know how. Thou knowst his Father. Sighnior Alphonso. A bold and daring Gentleman, all flame When he is mov'd, and carelesse of a danger To vindicate his honour. What of this? He shall beare the foundation of a plot, To make me Lord of my desires. Heele rather Meet torture then consent, his arme is not Yet withered, and while he can lift a sword, He will employ it to revenge Vittori. Thou art no Polititian Iulio. How now? what newes with you? And please your grace An humble creature of yours, proud of the least Occasion to expresse how faithfully My heart is fixt to serve you. Whats your businesse? I have businesse of some consequence, I had not beene so bold else to disturbe Your Princely conference, for I durst never Assume that impudent garbe, that other courtiers Are knowne by, my devotion has beene still To appeare in modest services. To'th point. It were a point of deepe neglect to keepe Your in expectation, yet delaies Make ioyes the sweeter, arrowes that fly compasse, Arrive with as much happinesse to the marke, As those are shot pointblanke? This Courtier loves To heare himselfe talke, be not so impertinent, We know your care. And cost my Lord sometimes, For they that hold intelligence abroad To benefit their countrey, must not make Idolls of their estates, and tis a happinesse To sell their fortunes for their Princes smile, Which I am confident you will vouchsafe, When you have heard my newes. Woud you would vouchsafe To let us heare?