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 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Mauricio didst hear this? we must ask Forgiveness that we have been valiant, Repent our duties, and that victory We bought so dear, we should have died at sea, And then perhaps been talked on in the crowd Of honest men, for giving up our lives, Which for our service they may now take from us, We are not yet i'th' snare, and we have power To stifle their designs, and prevent our Dishonourable fall. The soldiers hearts Are yours. No Mauricio let 'em be the Kings, If such as they forget their office, we Must keep our thoughts unstained, I'll to the King, But without any train. In this you do not Consult your safety. Safety is a lecture To be read to Children, I do always carry My own security within, Mauricio, Yet do not think I am desperate, I'll take No knowledge of the PRINCE's action But give account of my engagement, that's Not much amiss, the King I know is gracious And the Prince too, however passion play This rebel in our soul. You sha'not need sir, The King is coming hither. And the Prince, let's all look smooth, the King is come himself To gratulate our success. You too much honour The poor Vittori, who at your feet lays His heart and victory, and that which gave Him power to do you service. We receive it, And here discharge your soldiers, who shall taste Of our particular bounty. Heaven preserve the King. Sirrah did not I give strict charge That none should pass the gates, how came she hither? No man and like your grace, I did remember And durst not prevaricate in one syllable Of my Commission, she is a Lady sir. You wood be an officious hangman I perceive, I'll find you understanding. Let me prostrate My duty to your highness, and be honoured To kiss your hand. Vittori I'll not flatter I have no grace for him, whose father durst Attempt an insolence upon my person, Which the son may be guilty of in his blood. My father insolent, and I guilty sir, Because I share his blood? oh that I knew In what part of my veins to find those drops, That I might sacrifice to your anger, And expiate my Father's sin! I came not to expostulate. Is this all my reward? Your valour has Been paid in the success, what you have done Was duty, if you have not mixed our cause With private and particular revenge. You speak not this to me sir. Yes to you, We do not fear the bugbears in your forehead, You will hear more. Sir you have mercy in you. You have displeased our son Vittori. I? witness the Angels. I must tell you too, Your father has transgressed beyond example. Good heaven forgive him, is this all, All my reward? What would you ask. Ask— why— I ask my father.
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Mauricio didst heare this? we must aske Forgivenesse that we have beene valiant, Repent our duties, and that victory We bought so deere, we shud have dyed at sea, And then perhaps beene talk'd on in the croud Of honest men, for giving up our lives, Which for our service they may now take from us, We are not yet i▪th snare, and we have power To stise their designes, and prevent our Dishonourable fall. The souldiers hearts Are yours. No Mauricio let em be the Kings, If such as they forget their office, we Must keepe our thoughts unstain'd, ile to the King, But without any traine. In this you do not Consult your safety. Safety is a lecture To be read to Children, I doe alwayes carry My owne security within, Mauricio, Yet doe not thinke I am desperate, ile take No knowledge of the Princes action But give account of my engagement, thats Not much amisse, the King I know is gracious And the Prince too, how ever passion play This rebell in our soule. You shannot neede sir, The King is comming hither, And the Prince, Lets all looke smooth, the King is come himselfe To gratulate our successe. You too much honour The poore Vittori, who at your feete layes His heart and victory, and that which gave Him power to doe you service. We receive it, And here discharge your souldiers, who shall tast Of our particular bounty. Heaven preserve the King. Sirra did not I give strict charge That none should passe the gates, how came she hither? No man and like your grace, I did remember And durst not prevaricate in one syllable Of my Commission, she is a Lady sir. You wood be an officious hangman I perceive, Ile finde you understanding. Let me prostrate My duty to your highnesse, and be honour'd To kisse your hand. Vittori ile not flatter I have no grace for him, whose father durst Attempt an insolence upon my person, Which the sonne may be guilty of in his blood. My father insolent, and I guilty sir, Because I share his blood? oh that I knew In what part of my veines to finde those drops, That I might sacrifice to your anger▪ And expiate my Fathers sinne! I came not to expostulate. Is this all my reward? Your valour has Beene payd in the successe, what you have done Was duty, if you have not mixed our cause With private and particular revenge. You speake not this to me sir. Yes to you, We doe not feare the bugbeares in your forehead, You will heare more. Sir you have mercy in you. You have displeas'd our sonne Vittori. I? witnesse the Angels. I must tell you too, Your father has transgrest beyond example. Good heaven forgive him, is this all, All my reward? What would you aske. Aske—why—I aske my father.