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 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
If you will have it so, you have taught me To be in love with noble thoughts, I shall Have some weep o'er my hearse, and when I'm gone Sealed by my blood, a Martyr for thy love, The world shall praise me for it, and the Virgins And Wives, if I obtain no other monument, Build me a tomb within their hearts, and pay Their yearly songs and garlands, to my memory, That died, to save Vittory's life and honour. How should Cassandra die to save Vittori? Allow it So you be happy, and although my wishes Are rather for the punishment of Naples, More cruel than our enemies, yet if you Think it dishonour to oppose that country, I have a heart most willing to preserve By any death your fame, lose not a scruple Of yourself for me, I carry thy love with me, And prophesy my story shall throw more Disgrace on Naples, than all thy revolt Can bring upon thy name. I am in a tempest And know not how to steer, destruction dwells On both sides. Come, resolve. I must— to let Thee live, I will take arms, forgive me then Great Genius of my Country, that to save Her life, I bring my honour to the grave. I know not what to say to these garboils, there's a hot Naples toward, and the Prince is so humorous a tother side, I dare not come near him, Captain Mauricio. Signior Fabio you dishonour your body, by straining so much Compliment. Your humble servant Captain. A court instrument, and so deep a base, you forget yourself, have the Wars made this alteration? keep your garb and be staunch Signior, a Captain is a thing too course for your acquaintance, you won't know Soldiers in peace. Alas sir, the necessity of my affairs at Court, and place so devours my attendance, that I cannot give that respect which is due to a Gentleman of your quality, no neglect I beseech you Sir. I am glad 'tis come about, what do you think now of a Musket bullet next your heart, 'tis very provocative, come be not sad, thou mayst live a day or two longer. I hope Captain the state of the City is not so desperate. We expect a battle every hour, & the walls to fly about Our ears, if they should be patient, we ha' not provision to endure a siege, what will become of your pumps signior, your wrought shirts, and rich nightcaps, I say nothing of your wardrobe, jewels and other trinkets. I stand not upon them, my life is more precious to me then all these. What pity it is so profound a gentleman should die by gunpowder, what would you give to be saved now? How d'ee mean Captain? For your soul let it shift, I think thou hast little care on't thyself, there be many would give all their estate to outlive these combustions.
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If you will have it so, you have taught me To be in love with noble thoughts, I shall Have some weepe ore my hearse, and when Im'e gone Seald by my bloud, a Martyr for thy love, The world shall praise me for it, and the Virgins And Wives, if I obtaine no other monument, Build me a toombe within their hearts, and pay Their yeerely songs and garlands, to my memory, That died, to save Vittories life and honour. How should Cassandra die to save Vittori? Allow it So you be happie, and although my wishes Are rather for the punishment of Naples, More cruell then our enemies, yet if you Thinke it dishonour to oppose that country, I have a heart most willing to preserve By any death your fame, lose not a scruple Of your selfe for me, I carry thy love with me, And prophesie my story shall throw more Disgrace on Naples, then all thy revolt Can bring upon thy name. I am in a tempest And know not how to steere, destruction dwels On both sides. Come, resolve. I must—to let Thee live, I will take armes, forgive me then Great Genius of my Country, that to save Her life, I bring my honour to the grave. I know not what to say to these garboiles, there▪s a hot Naples toward, and the Prince is so humerous a thother side, I dare not come neere him, Captaine Mauricio. Signior Fabio you dishonour your body, by straining so much Complement. Your humble servant Captaine. A court instrument, and so deepe a base, you forget your selfe, have the Warres made this alteration? keepe your garbe and be staunch Signior, a Captaine is a thing too course for your acquantance, you wonot know Souldiers in peace. Alas sir, the necessity of my affaires at Court, and place so devoures my attendance, that I cannot give that respect which is due to a Gentleman of your quality, no neglect I beseech you Sir. I am glad tis come about, what do you thinke now of a Musket bullet next your heart, tis very provocative, come b not sad, thou maist live a day or two longer. I hope Captaine the state of the City is not so desperate. We expect a battell every houre, & the wals to fly about Our eares, if they should be patient, we ha not provision to endure a siege, what will become of your pumps signior, your wrought shirts, and rich nightcaps, I say nothing of your wardrobe, jewells and other trinkets. I stand not upon them, my life is more precious to me then all these. What pitty it is so profound a gentleman should dye by gunpowder, what would you give to be sav'd now? How dee meane Captaine? For your soule let it hift, I thinke thou hast little care on't thy selfe, thee be many would give all their estate to outlive these combustions.