Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Jul 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.88 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Be not troubled sir, My soul doth from this omen prophesy The victory you wish upon this kingdom, Nor is it superstition to believe, That heaven doth point us out the scourge to Naples, By seconding our coming with a tempest; The waves were proud to entertain our Navy: The fish in amorous courtship danced about Our ship, and no rude gale from any coast Was sent to hang upon our linen wings, To interrupt our wishes, not a star Muffled his brightness in a sullen cloud, Till we arrived, and t en observe how heaven Threatens the fall of this proud enemy, By this prodigious tempest, which but gives Them warning of a greater. We are confident Thou hast happily expounded, what lightning Darts from those angry exhalations. It speaks the flame of our revenge. What thunder? The loudness of our canon, let their fears Apply it, and run mad with apprehension. Our ships must needs fall foul on one another, Riding i'th' haven. Let 'em crack their ribs, We have the more necessity to tug for't. Yet would thou wert at home. Fear not for me sir, Your absence would present my imagination With more affliction, I suffer less In knowledge, and shall rise by brave examples, Valiant above my sex, these horrors fright Not me. This fire will quicken the whole army. What mutiny is here? Base villains, to take part With all the malice of the world against me. What are you? I am a Gentleman, and dare Rather than suffer a rude hand divorce This burden from my arms, defy you all. Alas she will be gone, oh my Cassandra Thy soul sha'not forsake thee thus, I'll take it In with a kiss. Some whom the wrack has cast Upon the shore. Pity the gentlewoman. Come not too near, the man that first attempts This Lady, had better rip his mother's womb. Whence are you? You are strangers I perceive, Than I presume to tell you, I have more justice, To tread upon this earth, than you, or any The proudest, it once gave us birth, and fate Ungentle fate, hath sent us back to die here, But I will not outlive my dear Cassandra. Do you delight in wounds, resign that Lady. Not while my hand can manage this, the blood You take, will make us walk on even pace To death, and when my soul can stay no longer, I'll leave a curse to blast you, but if you Bear hearts of flesh about you, and will promise A pity to this poor departing Spirit I will not use a sword, but give my life To be commanded from me at your pleasure, Your care will come too late. I promise by The word and honour of a King, she shall Be carefully attended. Though that name Breed wonder in me, it secures all thoughts That may concern her safety. See Rosinda With as much diligence to this lady's health, As you'd preserve your own.
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Be not troubled sir, My soule doth from this omen prophesie The victorie you wish upon this kingdome, Nor is it superstition to beleeve▪ That heaven doth point us out the scourge to Naples, By seconding our comming with a tempest; The waves were proud to entertaine our Navie: The fish in amorous courtship-dane'd about Our ship, and no rude gale from any coast Was sent to hang upon our linnen wings, To interrupt our wishes, not a ▪starre Muffled his brightnesse in a sullen cloud, Till we arriv'd, and t en observe how heaven Threatens the fall of this proud enemie, By this prodigious tempest, which but gives Them warning of a greater. We are confident Thou hast happily expounded, what lightning Darts from those angry exhalations. It speakes the flame of our revenge. What thunder? The loudnesse of our canon, let their feares Apply it, and runne mad with apprehension. Our ships must needes fall foule on one another, Riding ith haven. Let em cracke their ribs, We have the more necessity to tug for't. Yet would thou wert at home. Feare not for me sir, Your absence would present my imagination With more affliction, I suffer lesse In knowledge▪ and shall rise by brave examples, Valiant above my sex, these horrors fright Not me. This fire will quicken the whole army. What mutinie is here? Base vilaines, to take part With all the malice of the world against me. What are you? I am a Gentleman, and dare Rather than▪ suffer a rude hand divorce This burden from my armes, defie you all. Alas she will be gone, oh my Cassandra Thy oule shannot forsake thee thus, ile take it In with a kisse. Some whom the wracke has cast Vpon the shore. Pitty the gentlewoman. Come not too neere, the man that first attempts This Lady, had better rip his mothers wombe. Whence are you? You are strangers I perceive, Then I presume to tell you, I have more justice, To tread upon this earth, then you, or any The proudest, it once gave us birth, and fate Vngentle fate, hath sent us backe to dye here, But I will not outlive my deere Cassandra. Doe you delight in wounds, resigne that Lady. Not while my hand can manage this, the blood You take, will make us walke on even pace To death, and when my soule can stay no longer, Ile leave a curse to blast you, but if you Beare hearts of flesh about you, and will promise A pitty to this poore departing Spirit I will not use a sword, but give my life To be commanded from me at your pleasure, Your care will come too late. I promise by The word and honour of a King, she shall Be carefully attended. Though that name Breed wonder in me, it secures all thoughts That may concerne her safety. See Rosinda With as much diligence to this Ladies health, As you'd preserve your owne.