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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I would run through flames to meet her, use no arguments, I can be at the worst a prisoner, And shall be ransomed, keep you council sir, Captain— the word?— Enough, Kiss her white hand, and say, I come this night, wait on him to the gates, Let his return be safe, Alphonso how Stands your resolve? dare you be Naples Champion Against the enemy proposed? My son— Will both the Kings trust to our swords their cause? I cannot promise that? What profit brings My valour then if I o'ercome. Addition To your own fame, to have cut off a Rebel. So I must kill my son, or he must be A Parricide. Nay if you be so scrupulous, I looked you have thanked me, and have run too 't. Except Vittori sir, and I dare challenge The proudest in their Army. You are afraid Of him belike, 'tis such a kill-cow gentleman, But I court you to nothing, you may think on 't, Y'are, now no more a prisoner— Iulio. I am worse? I had some room before, now I'm confined To such a strait, my heart must of necessity Contract itself, my own thoughts stifle me, Vittori is lost already, I must go Another way to find out my own ruin. Lady you think not what I am, how near The bosom of a King. You cannot be So near as I am to Vittori sir, And you increase my wonder, that you can Nourish the least hope, that I should forget My own tie, by remembering what relation You have to any other, if the King Did know this, he would chide you. Come I see You must be courted otherwise, with action. How sir? And if you will not be so civile. To change one kindness for another, I Have skill to prompt you thus. You are not noble. Tush this is nothing, I have been too tame, And howsoe'er you wittily compose Your countenance, you cannot choose but laugh at me, That I have been so modest all this while; Come, I have another inside, and do know You are a woman, and should know yourself And to what end we love you, what are you The worse by private favours to a gentleman, That have at home been sued too, with petitions And great ones of both sexes, to accept Wives, Daughters, any thing, and think themselves Honoured to take the first fruits, I could have The virgins of whole families entailed Upon me, and be brought as duly to My bed, as they grow ripe, and fit for coupling, As men whose'lands are mortgaged would observe Their covenants and the day. I'll hear no more. So peremptory Lady? take your course, The time may come you will repent this forgiveness. Whither in haste Fabrichio? My good Lord I have brought news, where the Princess sir?
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I would run through flames to meet her, use no argumets, I can be at the worst a prisoner, And shall be ransom'd, keepe you councell sir, Captaine—the word?—Enough, Kisse her white hand, and say, I come this night, waite on him to the gates, Let his returne be safe, Alphonso how Stands your resolve? dare you be Naples Champion Against the enemy proposd? My sonne— Will both the Kings trust to our swords their cause? I cannot promise that? What profit brings My valour then if I orecome. Addition To your owne fame, to have cut off a Rebell. So I must kill my sonne, or he must be A Parricide. Nay if you be so scrupulous, I look'd you have thank'd me, and have runne too▪t. Except Vittori sir, and I dare challenge The proudest in their Army. You are afraid Of him belike, tis such a kill-cowe gentleman, But I court you to nothing, you may thinke on▪t, Yare, now no more a prisoner ulio. I am worse? I had some roome before, now l'me confin'd To such a straite, my heart must of necessity Contract it selfe, my owne thoughts stifle mee, Vittori is lost already, I must goe Another way to find out my owne ruine. Lady you thinke not what I am, how neere The bosome of a King. You cannot be So neere as I am to Vittori sir, And you increase my wonder, that you can Nourish the least'hope, that I should forget My owne tie, by remenbring what relation You have to any other, if the King Did know this, he would chide you. Come I see You must be courted otherwise, with action. How sir? And if you will not be so civile. To change one kindnesse for another, I Have skill to prompt you thus. You are not noble. Tush this is nothing, I have beene too tame, And howsoere you wittily compose Your countenance, you cannot choose but laugh at me, That I have beene so modest all this while; Come, I have another inside, and do know You are a woman, and should know your selfe And to what end we love you, what are you The worse by private favours to a gentleman, That have at home beene sued too, with petitions And great ones of both sexes, to accept Wives, Daughters, any thing, and thinke themselves Honoured to take the first fruites, I could have The virgins of whole families entaild Vpon me, and be brought as duly to My bed, as they growe ripe, and fit for coupling, As men whose'lands are morgag'd would observe Their covenants and the day. Ile heare no more. So peremptory Lady? take your course, The time may come you will repent this forcivenes. Whither in haste Fabrichio? My good Lord I have brought newes, where the Princesse sir?