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 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Your son Shall live, and bless your age, to see him live, If you will be so kind to allow yourself But eyes to witness it. Flatter not my soul, That is already weary of her burden, And would begone to rest. Gather your spirits. What hopes? Assurance sir, if you but please To entertain it, I came hither on No empty motive, but to offer you A pledge for young Cesario. Where? what pledge? A pledge of as full value to the owner, As your son's life to you. Such security were welcome. Make me blessed. Receive me then your prisoner, and you make your balance even, Lose not your thought in wonder, when you know The price of what I have presented you; Your reason sha'not think him undervalued, I am Rosinda, Daughter to that King, Whose Soldiers threaten Naples, equally As precious to my Father, and a Kingdom And to your power, thus I expose myself, If young Cesario meet unkind conditions, 'Ith' same proportion let Rosinda suffer, Erect a Scaffold quickly o'er the walls, And fright their jealous eyes, when they behold Who is prepared for death, to equal their Revenge upon Cesario, whom they'll threaten To make you stoop, but lose no part of honour, As you are a King, their trembling hangman Shall think himself mocked, and let fall his sword, Or both our heads take their farewell together. Alphonso is't a woman? And a brave one! I admire her nobleness. You are slow to ask The cause that hath engaged me to all this, And yet you cannot choose but read it plainly, In my guilty blushes, I do love the Prince Perhaps 'tis more than he imagines, and Since I first saw him in my Father's court, Without dishonour, I dare justify My heart was his, and to this love you owe The sorrow of his absence, for Cassandra That noble Lady, to whose breast I gave My secretest thought, for my sake by a letter In her own name, by tie of former love To her, engaged his meeting at my tent, Whither no sooner privately arrived, But by a villain that deceive our trust, My Father was brought in, and he made prisoner, You have the story, and my resolution To be companion of his fate. Again. Those words dear Lady, that concerned Cassandra. Alp. Vittori! All your pardon I must hear this first. Cassandra is innocent, and but framed that letter To bring us two acquainted, the earth has not A purer chastity. You have kept your word, & heaven reward your soul for't, My duty sir to you, and to my Father. He hath deserved his welcome for my sake. We thus confirm it. My poor son Vittori! But tears of joy salute thee, best of Ladies! Alphonso she is fair, well shaped, my son Gave her deformed, with what eyes could he look Upon this beauty, and not love it.
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Your sonne Shall live, and blesse your age, to see him live, If you will be so kinde to allow your selfe But eyes to witnesse it. Flatter not my soule, That is already weary of her burden, And would begon to rest. Gather your spirits. What hopes? Assurance sir, if you but please To entertaine it, I came hither on No empty motive, but to offer you A pledge for young Cesario. Where? what pledge? A pledge of as full value to the owner, As your sonnes life to you. Such security were welcome. Make me blest. Receive me then your prisoner, and you make your ballance even, Lose not your thought in wonder, when you know The price of what I have presented you; Your reason shanot thinke him undervalued, I am Rosinda, Daughter to that King, Whose Souldiers threaten Naples, equally As pretious to my Father, and a Kingdome And to your power, thus I expose my selfe, If young Cesario meet unkinde conditions, 'Ith same proportion let Rosinda suffer, Erect a Scaffold quickly ore the walles, And fright their jealous eyes, when they behold Who is prepard for death, to equall their Revenge upon Cesario, whom thei'le threaten To make you stoope, but lose no part of honour, As you are a King, their trembling hangman Shall thinke himselfe mock'd, and let fall his sword, Or both our heads take their farewell together. Alphonso ist a woman? And a brave one! I admire her noblenesse. You are slow to aske The cause that hath engag'd me to all this, And yet you cannot chuse but reade it plainely, In my guilty blushes, I do love the Prince Perhaps tis more then he imagines, and Since I first saw him in my Fathers court, Without dishonour, I dare justifie My heart was his, and to this love you owe The sorrow of his absence, for Cssaandra That noble Lady, to whose breast I gave My secret'st thought, for my sake by a letter In her owne name, by tie of former love To her, ingag'd his meeting at my tent, Whither no sooner privately arriv'd, But by a vilaine that deceive our trust, My Father was brought in, and he made prisoner, You have the story, and my resolution To be companion of his fate. Agen. Those words deere Lady, that concern'd Cassandra. Alp. Vittori! All your pardon I must heare this first. Cassandra is innocent, and but fram'd that letter To bring us two acquainted, the earth has not A purer chastity. You have kept your word, & heaven reward your soule for't, My duty sir to you, and to my Father. He hath deserv'd his welcome for my sake. We thus confirme it. My poore sonne Vittori! But teares of joy salute thee, best of Ladies! Alphonso she is faire, well shap'd, my sonne Gave her deform'd, with what eyes could he looke Vpon this beauty, and not love it.