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 T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
It is with joy then, my good Lord Alphonso, And by the way I must congratulate Your present favour with the king, I knew The noble faculties of your soul, at last Would find their merit. Villain, what dost rack My expectation? speak, what of my son? Answer me without circumstance, where is The Prince? be brief or— I know not my good Lord. Traitor, didst not prepare me to expect News of my son, pronouncing thyself happy In being the messenger? is he in health? Answer to that. I know not my good Lord. Cut off his head, I shall become the scorn Of my own subject. Mercy Royal sir, And I'll discharge my knowledge. Tell me then, And I'll have patience for the rest, but be not Tedious, is my son alive or dead? Alas I know not my good Lord. Confusion! But with your Royal licence, I am able To produce those can satisfy you in every Particular. Where? whom? and quickly save thy life. They wait sir. This fellow was made for court dispatch, An Elephant will sooner be delivered Than his head when 'tis stuffed with any business. A Lady. And a fair one, what's the mystery. she's not of Naples sure. Fabio what is she? Sir, you may justly wonder that a woman, A stranger, and an enemy, although My sex present you with no fears, should thus Adventure to your presence, had I doubted myself first, since suspicion of another's Defect, doth rise from our own want of goodness, I had not used this boldness, but safe here And armed with innocence, I gave up my freedom, And dare not feed one jealousy, my honour Can suffer with a king. An excellent presence. Her bearing is above the common spirit. Fair Lady, make me more acquainted with Your purpose, nothing can proceed from you, That will not charm us to attention. Your son great sir. Where? speak, you do not look As you delighted to report a Tragedy, Lives my Cesario? He does live my Lord. Support me good Alphonso, I shall faint Under my joy. But lives a prisoner To his enemy, the King of Sicily, Who wished no greater triumph, than to boast His person Captive, how he means to deal with him, May admit some fear, Kings that prescribe to others In peace, have great prerogatives, but in war Allow no Laws, above what anger dictates To their revenge, which blood doth often satisfy. He dares not be so cruel. I conclude not, But yet 'tis worth some fear, when he that was The root of all this war, stands at their mercy That could not wish his safety, and their own Together, I have told you sir the worst. Alas, thou hast undone me. Sir, my Lord? Lady you were t'o blame— my Lord.
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It is with joy then, my good Lord Alphonso, And by the way I must congratulate Your present favour with the king, I knew The noble faculties of your soule, at last Would finde their merit. Villaine what dost racke My expectation? speake, what of my sonne? Answere me without circumstance, where is The Prince? be briefe or— I know not my good Lord. Traytor, didst not prepare me to expect Newes of my sonne, pronouncing thy selfe happy In being the messenger? is he in health? Answere to that. I know not my good Lord. Cut off his head, I shall become the scorne Of my owne subject. Mercy Royall sir, And ile discharge my knowledge. Tell me then, And ile have patience for the rest, but be not Tedious, is my sonne alive or dead? Alas I know not my good Lord. Confusion! But with your Royall licence, I am able To produce those can satisfie you in every Particular. Where? whom? and quickly save thy life. They waite sir. This fellow was made for court dispatch, An Elephant will sooner be delivered Than his head when tis stuft with any businesse. A Lady. And a faire one, what's the mystery. Shee's not of Naples sure. Fabio what is she? Sir, you may justly wonder that a woman, A stranger, and an enemie, although My sexe present you with no feares, should thus Adventure to your presence, had I doubted My selfe first, since suspition of anothers Defect, oth rise from our owne want of goodnesse, I had not us'd this boldnesse, but safe here And arm'd with innocence, I gave up my freedome, And dare not feede one jealousie, my honour Can suffer with a king. An excellent presence. Her bearing is above the common sprit. Faire Lady, make me more acquainted with Your purpose, nothing can proceede from you, That will not charme us to attention. Your sonne great sir. Where? speake, you do not looke As you delighted to report a Tragedy, Lives my Cesario? He does live my Lord. Support me good Alphonso, I shall faint Vnder my joy. But lives a prisoner To his enemie, the King of Cicily, Who wish'd no greater triumph, then to boast His person Captive, how he meanes to deale with him, May admit some feare, Kings that prescribe to others In peace, have great prerogatives, but in warre Allow no Lawes, above what anger dictates To their revenge, which bloud doth often satisfie. He dares not be so cruell. I conclude not, But yet tis worth some feare, when he that was The roote of all this warre, stands at their mercy That could not wish his safety, and their owne Together, I have told you sir the worst. Alas, thou hast undone me. Sir, my Lord? Lady you were too-blame—my Lord.