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 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Great sir, we are one soul, life cannot be So precious as our loves. You shall preserve him, Rosinda. I obey. Leave, as thy health Is but a prologue to his blessing, that Paper speaks our intention, you shall Present it, if he be wise his judgement Will meet our purpose, what we lost at sea, We enable him to satisfy by a second Proof of his courage, and propound not only Life, and his liberty, but so great an honour As next our title, there is left no glory To equal it. Y'are all bounty. There are some Conditions, if you find him cool, you may Apply what argument you find to warm His resolutions, here he is, I leave you. I wait sir your command. She will instruct you Enjoys my best Cassandra perfect health, The King is just, and I have not enough With this poor life to satisfy. Vittori we now begin our happiness, the King Has been so gracious. All that's good reward him, To see thee safe and smile, I writ my ambition. When you peruse that paper, you will find How much we owe to providence, it was The king's command I should deliver it, The words were of such comfort that came with it, I must be confident you'll thank him for it. What should this be? Sure I have lost my understanding ha? Does it not bid me to fight against my Country? I prithee read Cassandra, and repent, Thou hast thought him merciful. we have pledge for this trust in Cassandra, whose head shall be the price of your disobedience. The language is too clear. It carries more Darkness than ever the night was guilty of, And I look black already to have read it, Does he call treason justice, such a treason As heathens blush at, Nature, and Religion Tremble to hear, to fight against my country, 'tis a less sin to kill my Father, there, Or stab my own heart, these are private mischiefs, And may in time be wept for, but the least Wound I can fasten on my Country makes A Nation bleed, and myself too, blasts all The memory of former actions, And kills the name we live by, oh Cassandra Thou didst not well to praise the King for this. His words did sound more comfort. Prithee tell me? How canst thou hope I should preserve my faith Unstained to thee, and break to all the world? Naples has been injurious, and we made No solemn vow to love what hath betrayed us. Take heed, and do not grieve the Saints to hear thee, If Naples have forgot Vittory's service, I must not make a desperate shipwreck of My piety, what greater vow? It was Articled in the creation of my soul I should obey, and serve my Country with it Above myself, death is a brave excuse for't, No he shall see, I am a Soldier And dare be just, say he should torture me, Shall wickedness be strong in punishment, And we not be as valiant in our suffering?
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Great sir, we are one soule, life cannot be So precious as our loves. You shall preserve him, Rosinda. I obey. Leave, as thy health Is but a prologue to his blessing, that Paper speakes our intention, you shall Present it, if he be wise his judgement Will meet our purpose, what we lost at sea, We enable him to satisfie by a second Proofe of his courage, and propound not only Life, and his liberty, but so great an honour As next our title, there is left no glory To equall it. Y'are all bounty. There are some Conditions, if you find him coole, you may Apply what argument you find to warme His resolutions, here he is, I leave you. I waite sir your command. She will instruct you Enjoyes my best Cassandra perfect health, The King is just, and I have not enough With this poore life to satisfie. Vittori Wee now begin our happinesse, the King Has beene so gracious. All that's good reward him, To see thee safe and smile, I writ my ambition. When you peruse that paper, you will find How much we owe to providence, it was The Kings command I should deliver it, The words were of sch comfort that came with it, I must be confident you'le thanke him for it. What should this be? Sure I have lost my understanding ha? Does it not bid me to fight against my Country? I prethee reade Cassandra, and repent, Thou hast thought him mercifull. Wee have pledge for this trust in Cassandra, whose head shall be the price of your disobedience. The language is too cleere. It carries more Darkenes then ever the night was guilty of, And I looke blacke already to have read it, Does he call treason justice, such a treason As heathens blush at, Nature, and Religion Tremble to heare, to fight against my country, Tis a lesse sinne to kill my Father, there, Or stab my owne heart, these are private mischeefes, And may in time be wept for, but the least Wouud I can fasten on my Country makes A Nation bleed, and my selfe too, blasts all The memory of former actions, And kils the name we live by, oh Cassanda Thou didst not well to praise the King for this. His words did sound more comfort. Prethee tell me? How canst thou hope I should preserve my faith Vnstain'd to thee, and breake to all the world? Naples has beene injurious, and we made No solemne vow to love what hath betrai'd us. Take heed, and do not greeve the Saints to heare thee, If Naples have forgot Vittories service, I must not make a desperate shipwracke of My piety, what greater vow? It was Articled in the creation of my soule I should obey, and serve my Country with it Above my selfe, death is a brave excuse for't, No he shall see, I am a Souldier And dare be just, say he should torture me, Shall wickednesse be strong in punishment, And we not be as valiant in our suffering?