Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Jul 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.79 · 468 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
That was a desperate remedy, how if Your father be o'ercome, and you made prisoners. We shall find death or ransom, the first would Conclude my sufferings, th'other not much harm us, Perhaps advance my ends, but if the victory Should crown our army, I should interpose To make conditions for the Prince, fate must Decide one of these ways. Madam I pity you, Sure if the Prince knew with what constancy Your love breathes after him, he would find a passion To meet your Noble flame. I know not whether To pray for victory, or to be conquered, For till the wars conclude, I must despair To see whom my desires pursue. 'tis possible That you may see him Madam. When? This night, And speak with him, without exposing your Person to any danger. Prithee do not Mock me sweet friend. You were compassionate Of me, and 'tis but duty I should answer it With my desires to serve you, not to hold Your thoughts in expectation, is there any Gentleman near, whom you dare trust? With what? With carriage of a paper, I shall run Some hazard, but there's nothing can weigh down That goodness you have showed me, being a stranger, I'll frame a letter Madam in my name, And by some charm of love invite him to Your tent, if he retain part of that flame Which did so command in him, be assured The Prince will come. Thou wert created to make Me blessed, but with what safety can he reach Thus far and not be known. He to whose trust You give this secret, shall remove that fear. There is a Captain. Best of all. Fabrichio. Send for him strait, if you allow this device I'll presently dispatch the amorous summons. I'll call thee sister. Call me servant Madam, In that I am honoured Are you ready Madam? For what? To laugh, I am turned enchantress, and now 'tis upon the minute, Pazzorella by the boys directions comes for his magical armour. I have something of more consequence to finish, But I may be at the end of your mirth. Prosper in all your wishes. Flavia That's excellent, Herald never Looked so dreadfully, where's the Princess? She commanded not to expect her, but she le not be long absent, where's the gamester? Almost within reach of your voice, you'll remember the circumstance, that he may be capable of the charm, he's mad to be enchanted. I warrant you, I have some furies to assist me too. Conduct him hither, if the fool after this conceiving himself bewitched, should grow valiant, and do wonders, who can help it? if he have but the wit to keep his own counsel, let him take his course, but he approaches. That is she. That old hag.
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That was a desperate remedy, how if Your father be orecome, and you made prisoners. We shall find death or ransome, the first would Conclude my sufferings, th'other not much harme us, Perhaps advance my ends, but if the victorie Should crowne our army, I should interpose To make conditions for the Prince, fate must Decide one of these wayes. Madam I pitty you, Sure if the Prince knew with what constancie Your love breathes after him, he would finde a passion To meete your Noble flame. I know not whether To pray for victorie, or to be conquer'd, For till the warres conclude, I must despaire To see whom my desires pursue. Tis possible That you may see him Madam. When? This night, And speake with him, without exposing your Person to any danger. Prethee doe not Mocke me sweete friend. You were compassionate Of me, and tis but duty I should answere it With my desires to serve you, not to hold Your thoughts in expectation, is there any Gentleman neere, whom you dare trust? With what? With carriage of a paper, I shall runne Some hazzard, but there's nothing can weigh downe That goodnesse you have shewed me, being a stranger, Ile frame a letter Madam in my name, And by some charme of love invite him to Your tent, if he retaine part of that flame Which did so command in him, be assur'd The Prince will come. Thou wert create to make Me blest, but with what safety can he reach Thus far and not be knowne. He to whose trust You give this secret, shall remove that feare. There is a Captaine. Best of all. Fabrichio. Send for him straite, if you allow this device Ile presently dispatch the amorous summons. Ile call thee sister. Call me servant Madam, In that I am honour'd Are you ready Madam? For what? To laugh, I am turn'd inchantresse, and now tis upon the minute, Pazzorella by the boyes directions comes for his magicall armour. I have something of more consequence to finish, But I may be at the end of your mirth. Prosper in all your wishes. Flavia That's excellent, Herald never Look'd so dreadfully, where's the Princesse? She commanded not to expect her, but shee le not be long absent, where's te gamestr? Almost within reach of your voyce, you'le remember the circumstance, that he may be capable of the charme, hee's mad to be inchanted. I warrant you, I have some furies to assist me too. Conduct him hither, if the foole after this conceiving himselfe bewitch'd, should grow valiant, and doe wonders, who can helpe it? if he have but the wit to keepe his owne counsell, let him take his course, but he approaches. That is she. That old hag.