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 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Vouchsafe my Lord, alas! You may command my tongue, my hands, my feet, My head, I should account that limb superfluous That would not be cut off to do you service. I do command thee silence, dost hear, silence, It is a virtue my good Lord I know, But where the tongue has something to deliver, That may delight a PRINCE's care, and so forth. Now there's some hope, he's come to his, and so forth. The news concerns the Admiral Vittori. What of him, is he slain? The stars forbid, he is returned my Lord, Triumphant, brave, and glorious— Be dumb. Another syllable, I'll ha thy tongue out, And leave no root, lest there grow out another, Was all your circumstance for this? My Lord! You are too open breasted, let this fellow See into your heart, wisemen disguise their counsels Till things are ripe. begone, pox o'your legs And the curse ha' not been before, yet stay, Give order that no man go forth to meet him Until our pleasure further known, command The Governor o'th' City place a guard About the gates, let no man's face appear Without the walls, the King our father means To salute him first in person, d'ee stand. Give order that no man go forth to meet him, I shall my Lord. He shall be entertained, I feel new armies in my breast, His father Thine care Iulio. I shall attend you straight My honourable Lord. Your servant Iulio Where is the Prince? I beg your grace's pardon. Oh my good Lord, your son I hear's's returned With honour, has defeated the Sicilian Bravely. He has and please your highness, heaven Has smiled upon his undertaking, it renews my youth to hear it. He had good soldiers, But all their valour still conspires to make The general a garland, he must wear The conquering bays, whose blood soever pays for't. My Lord. Nay, nay I envy not his victory. You envy him, it was your cause he fought, And for his Country. Right, and 'tis the cause That often prospers, that without his valour Would ha' defenced itself. If all virtue Were left to her own protection, my Lord, Unarmed with strength and policy, best states Would find shrewd innovations. You had best Tell me I lie. I dare not think so foully. Y'are a traitor, Lay hands on him. He that shall dare to say Alphonso is A traitor, let his veins partake no blood Of yours, and he shall curse he had a tongue. Disarm the rebel, and to prison with him. Ingrateful Prince. I'll tame your ruffian spirit. So, so, I'll now acquaint my father Iulio, Who must allow my act, diseases that Are desperate require a rugged handling, This is for thee Cassandra! Stand. 1. Stand. 2 Stand. 3 Stand. The King received intelligence! Our ships Must needs report that loud enough. 'tis strange, Is it not possible we have mistaken The shore, transported with our naval victory, Speak gentlemen! or do we dream?
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Vouchsafe my Lord, alas! You may command my tongue, my hands, my feete, My head, I should account that limbe superfluous That would not be cut off to do you service. I do command thee silence, dost heare, silence, It is a verture my good Lord I know, But where the tongue has something to deliver, That may delight a Princes care, and so forth. Now theres some hope, he's come to his, and so forth. The newes concernes the Admirall Vittori. What of him, is he slaine? The starres forbid, he is return'd my Lord, Triumphant, brave, and glorious— Be dumbe. Another syllable, le ha thy tongue out, And leave no roote, lest there grow out another, Was all your circumstance for this? My Lord! You are too open brested, let this fellow See into your heart, wisemen disguise their counsels Till things are ripe. Begon, pox o'your legges And the curse ha'not beene before, yet stay, Give order that no man goe forth to meete him Vntill our pleasure further knowne, command The Governour oth City place a guard About the gates, let no mans face appeare Without the walls, the King our father meanes To salute him first in person, dee stand. Give order that no man goe forth to meete him, I shall my Lord. He shall be entertain'd, I feele new armies in my brest, His father Thine care Iulio. I shall attend you straight My honorable Lord. Your servant Iulio Where is the Prince? I beg your graces pardon. Oh my good Lord, your sonne I heare's return'd With honour, has defeated the Sicilian Bravely. He has and please your highnesse, heaven Has smild upon his undertaking, it renewes my youth to heare it. He had good souldiers, But all their valour still conspires to make The generall a garland, he must weare The conquering bayes, whose blood soever pay's for't. My Lord. Nay, nay I envie not his victory. You envie him, it was your cause he fought, And for his Country. Right, and tis the cause That often prospers, that without his valour Would ha defen'd it selfe. If all vertue Were left to her owne protection, my Lord, Vnarm'd with strength and policie, best states Would finde shrew'd innovations. You had best Tell me I lie. I dare not thinke so foulely. Y'are a traitor, Lay hands on him. He that shall dare to say Alphonso is A traytor, let his veines partake no blood Of yours, and he shall curse he had a tongue. Disarme the rebell, and to prison with him. Ingratefull Prince. Ile tame your ruffian spirit. So, so, ile now acquaint my father Iulio, Who must allow my act, diseases that Are desperate require a rugged handling, This is for thee Cassandra! Stand. 1. Stand. 2 Stand. 3 Stand. The King received intelligence! Our ships Must needes report that loud enough. Tis strange, Is it not possible we have mistooke The shore, transported with our navall victory, Speake gentlemen! or doe we dreame?