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 0.87 · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
I do find his jealousy, Alas poor gentleman! but I hope You do not mean so desperately. As you Love virtue do this favour— if you make Scruple, there is a King a little further Will take my life away at the first word, For I am resolved to die. Shall I obtain A small request from you. These are delays. If you be weary of your life, you'll meet it, For there is danger in't. And thank you too, I'll do't by your fair self, now, now, you bless me? Without exception, I'll obey you Madam. 'tis this. Do you not mock me. No suspicion. Instantly. This minute we'll begin it, and I'll promise Something beside that you will thank me for, But things are not yet ripe, will you do me This honour. Come I wait you, but 'tis strange Why you should thus engage yourself? When you know, You will allow my reasons. I attend you, now farewell false Cassandra. The Prince not to be found. I did suspect That letter might betray him, now Alberto, How is the King? Imagine how a father Can apprehend the absence of a son He loved so dearly, but he's justly punished For his indulgence, though we dare not say so. 'tis very strange. He was merry the last night. What letter was't Iulio, the Captain brought? I could distinguish it did strangely move him. Letter? Can you forget it. Pox upon the witch That sent, now shall I be examined, and If he return not, lose my head, that letter Was a discovery of some plot, the enemy Purposed that very night. Perhaps this mischief, Why was it not prevented? I shall make fine work, I know not how to shadow it, would he had Lain with my sister, rather than engaged Himself so far for Venison. Peace, the King. And old Alphonso! I am glad to see His change of fortune. The King ever loved him. Sir have comfort, Your sorrow will discourage all. Dost think He is not taken by the enemy, And put to death? They dare not, 'tis against The rules of war. What dare not men that hate us, And yet conceal the murder? Where's the king. Here, what portends thy haste, and busy countenance? Oh great sir. Has thy intelligence brought us knowledge of Our son? The news I bring my gracious Lord Concerns the Prince, and how my heart flows over, That I am pointed out by heaven the first And happy messenger. Proceed, and we'll reward thee. All my ambition aims but at your favour, My soul was never mercenary, 'tis My duty to wear out my life in services For you, and the whole state, whereof although I am no able member, yet— he's mad.
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I doe finde his jealousie, Alas poore gentleman! but I hope You doe not meane so desperately. As you Love vertue doe this favour—if you make Scruple, there is a King a little further Will take my life away at the first word, For I am resolv'd to die. Shall I obtaine A small request from you. These are delayes. If you be weary of your life, you'le meet it, For there is danger in't. And thanke you too, Ile doo't by your faire selfe, now, now, you blesse me? Without exception, Ile obey you Madam. Tis this. Doe you not mocke me. No suspition. Instantly. This minute weele begin it, and Ile promise Something beside that you will thanke me for, But things are not yet ripe, will you doe me This honour. Come I waite you, but tis strange Why you should thus engage your selfe? When you know, You will allow my reasons. I attend you, now farewell false Cassandra. The Prince not to be found. I did suspect That letter might betray him, now Alberto, How is the King? Imagine how a father Can apprehend the absence of a sonne He lov'd so deerely, but hee's justly punish'd For his indulgence, though we dare not say so. Tis very strange. He was merry the last night. What letter wast Iulio, the Captaine brought? I could distinguish it did strangely move him. Letter? Can you forget it. Pox upon the witch That sent, now shall I be examin'd, and If he returne not, lose my head, that letter Was a discovery of some plot, the enemie Purpos'd that very night. Perhaps this mischiefe, Why was it not prevented? I shall make fine worke, I know not how to shadow it, would he had Laine with my sister, rather than ingag'd Himselfe so farre for Venison. Peace, the King. And old Alphonso! I am glad to see His change of fortune. The King ever lov'd him. Sir have comfort, Your sorrow will discourage all. Dost thinke He is not taken by the enemie, And put to death? They dare not, tis against The rules of warre. What dare not men that hate us, And yet conceale the murder? Where's the king. Here, what portends thy haste, and busie countenance? Oh great sir. Has thy intelligence brought us knowledge of Our sonne? The newes I bring my gracious Lord Concernes the Prince, and how my heart flowes over, That I am pointed out by heauen the first And happy messenger. Proceede, and weele reward thee. All my ambition aimes but at your favour, My soule was never mercenary, tis My duty to weare out my life in services For you, and the whole state, whereof although I am no able member, yet— Hee's mad.