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 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
I claim my privilege, and dare say more. What more? Vittori is our general. Vittori? dares that traitor. When Kings leave Their justice, and throw shame upon deservers, Patience so wounded turns a fury. How dares Sicily trust him? Yes he has good pledge; Too great a pawn. This, this vexation I did expect, but we must not be frighted, Tell your insulting master, he shall find Men that both dare, and can resist this fury; Conditions we despise, nor let him magnify His purchase in that rebel, every soldier With us hath equal courage to Vittori, But a soul far more honest. Honest? So sir, This, war shall justify upon his heart. I dare not stay to hear more; lest my passions Betray me, what a fire this language has Shot through my blood, the poor old king says nothing, But fills a place like a state cipher. Herald. Return this to that Giant of your war, Vittori, in his absence, we shall find A punishment for his treason, and to cool His hot veins, say the first attempt he makes Against us, shall as valiantly be answered With his father's head. Ha? By thy master's soul It shall, and this is all our answer, see Him safe without the walls. Thunder has struck me, I feel new stings about my heart, my father? Was ever man so miserably thrown Upon despair, if I refuse their war I lose my wife Cassandra, if I fight My father bleeds, some divine arm sustain My feeble soul, instruct it how I should Distinguish sorrow, and which blessing rather I should now part with, a dear wife, or father. But did the Prince affect thee so Cassandra? I have told you Madam every circumstance, I should but flatter my own misery To speak it less, misfortune had not made me Your prisoner now, if he had been more temperate. But did thy heart allow him no affection? Thou wert much unkind. He had my duty Madam, Which still I owe him, as my prince, but I Had but one faith, and that was given Vittori, I fear I have displeased you. No thou hast not, Dost think he loves thee still? I know not Madam, but I hope not. Would I could hope so too; Thou hast deserved my confidence, and although Thou canst not help me, I must tell thee all, I love that Prince, loved when I first saw him, And when he courted me, I thought 'twas necessary To show I had a soft heart, but he flattered And took too soon occasion of his absence, The wounds he left upon Horatio Were not so deep as mine, which howsoe'er I have disguised yet from my father's eye, Can find no cure without his surgery That left them in my bosom, to this end I urged my father to this war, and begged With many prayers to witness his revenge.
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I claime my priviledge, and dare say more. What more? Vittori is our generall. Vittori? dares that traitour. When Kings leave Their justice, and throw shame upon deservers, Patience so wounded turnes a fury. How dares Scicily trust him? Yes he has good pledge; Too great a pawne. This, this vxation I did expect, but we must not be frighted, Tell your insulting master, he shall finde Men that both dare, and can resist this fury; Conditions we despise, nor let him magnifie His purchase in that rebell, every souldier With us hath equall courage to Vittori, But a soule far more honest. Honest? So sir, This, warre shall justifie upon his heart. I dare not stay to heare more; least my passions Betray me, what a fire this language has Shot through my blood, the poore old king sayes nothing, But fils a place like a state cipher. Herald. Returne this to that Giant of your warre, Vittori, in his absence, we shall find A punishment for his treason, and to coole His hot veines, say the first attempt he makes Against us, shall as valiantly be answer'd With his fathers head. Ha? By thy masters soule It shall, and this is all our answere, see Him safe without the walls. Thunder has strucke me, I feele new stigs about my heart, my father? Was ever man o miserably throwne Vpon despaire, if I refuse their warre I lose my wife Cassandra, if I fight My father bleeds, some divine arme sustain My feeble soule, instruct it how I should Distinguish sorrow, and which blessing rathr I should now part with, a deere wife, or father. But did the Prince affect thee so Cassandra? I have told you Madam every circumstance, I should but flatter my owne misery To speake it lesse, misfortune had not made me Your prisoner now, if he had beene more temperate. But did thy heart allow him no affection? Thou wert much unkind. He had my duty Madam, Which still I owe him, as my prince, but I Had but one faith, and that was given Vittori, I feare I have displeas'd you. No thou hast not, Dost thinke he loves thee still? I know not Madam, but I hope not. Would I could hope so too; Thou hast deserv'd my confidence, and although Thou canst not helpe me, I must tell thee all, I love that Prince, lov'd when I first saw him, And when he courted me, I thought twas necessary To shew I had a soft heart, but he flatter'd And tooke too soone occasion of his absence, The wounds he left upon Horatio Were not so deepe as mine, which howsoere I have disguis'd yet from my fathers eye, Can find no cure without his surgerie That left them in my bosome, to this end I urg'd my father to this warre, and beg'd With many prayers to witnesse his reveng.