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 T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 483 words
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Good my Lord distract me not, let me die In my right wits. Alphonso you may trust The Prince, my message was but counterfeit. thouart a brave man, and canst not be provoked I see to wound thy honest fame, so just To virtue, that thou dar'st prefer her cause To thy own life, and rather violate The laws of nature to thy son, then leave The privilege of honour undefenced, Thus we embrace thee, do not kneel Alphonso Unless You'll bring us lower, thus as a friend We circle thee, and next as a Soldier Able in spite of age, and active still We give these arms, this sword, the best in all, My Father's armoury, and used to conquest, Take from thy Prince, and fight, fight for thy Country, And purchase new wreathes to thy honoured brows, Before the old be withered, I do see thee Already mounted as a challenger, The proud steed taking fire and metal from the rider, all bedewed with his white foam, Flying to meet thy son, whose (once fair) plume Is stained with blood of his own countrymen. I reach your sense in part my Lord, but cannot Gather your words into a sum, beside The honour is so great I dare not with The safety of my understanding, think One so unworthy as Alphonso. What? Dares fight against a Traitor, for his Country? 'gainst all the world I dare. Be valiant; And breath defiance against one. A glory I My soul's ambitious of. Vittori Is That traitor whose offence, whom dost become More nobly to chastise then his own Father, Which title if you should forget to encourage you, Think whose defence you undertake, for Whom You punish, and what consequence of fame Waits on this pious action. My Lord A Captain of the other side hath boldly offered Himself a prisoner, and desires access To your highness, to whom only he must impart Something he says, that will be acceptable, We have searched him, and find nothing but a letter Directed to yourself. To me? admit him, Mean time you may consider, Is it with us, Captain. Please you peruse this paper. Ha? from Cassandra? Oh Alberto I Could wish Vittori dead, but two not satisfy Unless we murder one another too, And I must challenge him, he is my son Although he be a Rebel. Iulio, Thy bosom is my own? Captain a word. I am astonished, ha? I like not this— my Lord. The Prince is troubled, something like Excess of joy transports him. thouart a fool. This may be a plot, how dare you trust yourself upon this invitation. Not on this, be coward then for ever. Are you sure, this is her character. Perfectly, beside she has confirmed me by this Ring, Vittori gave it her, I know't and wooed her Once to exchange. Yet think upon the danger.
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Good my Lord distract me not, let me dy In my right wits. Alphonso you may trust The Prince, my message was but counterfeit. Th'art a brave man, and can'st not be provok'd I see to wound thy honest fame, so just To vertue, that thou darst preferre her cause To thy owne life, and rather violate The lawes of nature to thy sonne, then leave The priviledge of honour undefenc'd, Thus we embrace thee, do not kneele Alphonso Vnlesse You'le bring us lower, thus as a friend We circle thee, and next as a Souldier Able in spight of age, and active still We give these armes, this sword, the best in all, My Fathers armory, and us'd to conquest, Take from thy Prince, and fight, fight for thy Country, And purchase new wreathes to thy honoured browes, Before the old be wither'd, I do see thee Already mounted as a challenger, The proud steed taking fire and mettall from the rider, all bedewd with his white foame, Flying to meete thy sonne, whose (once faire) plume Is staind with bloud of his owne countrimen. I reach your sense in part my Lord, but cannot Gather your words into a summe, beside The honour is so great I dare not with The safety of my understanding, thinke One so unworthy as Alphonso. What? Dares fight against a Traitor, for his Country? Gainst all the world I dare. Be valiant; And breath defiance against one. A glory I My soule's ambitious of. Vittori Is That traitor whose offence, whom dost become More nobly to chastise then his owne Father, Which title if you should forget to encourage you, Thinke whose defence you undertake, for Whom You punish, and what consequence of fame Waites on this pious action. My Lord A Captaine of the other side hath boldly offer'd Himselfe a prisoner, and desirees accesse To your highnesse, to whom only he must impart Something he sayes, that will be acceptable, We have search'd him, and find nothing but a letter Directed to your selfe. To me? admit him, Meane time you may consider, Is it with us, Captaine. Please you peruse this paper. Ha? from Cassandra? Oh Alberto I Could wish Vittori dead, but two not satisfie Vnlesse we murder one another too, And I must challenge him, he is my sonne Although he be a Rebell. Iulio, Thy bosome is my owne? Captaine a word. I am astonishd, ha? I like not this—my Lord. The Prince is troubled, something like Excesse of joy transports him. Th▪art a foole. This may be a plot, how dare you trust yourselfe upon this invitation. Not on this, be coward then for ever. Are you sure, this is her character. Perfectly, beside she has confirm'd me by this Ring, Vittori gave it her, I know't and woed her Once to exchange. Yet thinke upon the danger.