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 0.89 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
This beauty is her least perfection, It speaks her woman, but her soul an Angel, But I forget Cassandra all this while. Welcome again fair Princess, my Cesario Is here supplied—— Alphonso. This may bring the peace about. May it so? what think you of half your Land? Do not your acres melt apace? Away— Never did Lady such an act of Nobleness, And what we cannot reach in honouring thee, Ages to come shall pay thy memory. S. May I believe Rosinda loves the Prince, And yet so cunningly disguise it from me? It was my plot I must confess, but her Affection bid me to't, I did expect Another consequence. I'll to my Daughter. The Prince now in your power, I hope great sir. You'll look more gently on Vittori. We shall think on him. The Prince, excuse my absence. Can those deceiving eyes look still upon me? Is not thy soul ashamed, have I for thee Neglected my own Fortune and my Father, All the delights that wait upon a Kingdom, For thy sake drawn this war upon my Country, And done such things, I did forget I was A Prince i'th' acting, and is all my love Rewarded thus, no devil to betray me But she to whom I durst have given my soul, Degenerate woman. Sir throw of your passion, And when you have heard me speak but a few minutes, You'll change opinion, and if you do not Accuse yourself, you will at least acquit Me from the guilt of your dishonour. Did not The magic of your letter bring me hither? I must not sir deny, I used what motive I could to gain your presence, but no magic. 'twas worse, and shows more black for thy intention, Hast thou a Conscience? and canst deny Thou didst not mean this treachery. May heaven Then shoot his anger at me, I sent for you, But as I have a life not to betray you. What could induce thee then? Love, love my Lord. Ha? pardon my rashness and my error, Do I hear thee pronounce, 'twas love sent for me, What streams of joy run through me, I am free, Have suffered nothing, nothing worthy of So rich a satisfaction, I forget Naples with as much ease as I can kiss thee, Have you no more vexation? Oh my starres I Your influence is too merciful. Mistake not, 'twas love I must confess, but not that love Your wild imagination prompts you too, And yet it was my love to wish you happy. You are in Paradoxes Lady, 'twas love, & it was not. Love with another Lady In birth; and all that's good above Cassandra, Had toward your person, did command my service In that rude letter, my ambition Reached at no greater honour, than to bring Her passions to your knowledge, think my Lord upon Rosinda.
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This beauty is her least perfection, It speakes her woman, but her soule an Angell, But I forget Cassandra all this while. Welcome agen faire Princesse, my Cesario Is here supplied——Alphonso. This may bring the peace about. May it so? what thinke you of halfe your Land? Do not your acres melt apace? Away— Never did Lady such an act of Noblenesse, And what we cannot reach in honouring thee, Ages to come shall pay thy memory. S. May I beleeve Rosinda loves the Prince, And yet so cunningly disguyse it from me? It was my plot I must confesse, but her Affection bid me too't, I did expect Another consequence. Ile to my Daughter. The Prince now in your power, I hope great sir. You'le looke more gently on Vittori. We shall thinke on him. The Prince, excuse my absence. Can those deceiving eyes looke still upon me? Is not thy soule asham'd, have I for thee Neglected my owne Fortune and my Father, All the delights that waite upon a Kingdome, For thy sake drawne this warre upon my Country, And done such things, I did forget I was A Prince i'th acting, and is all my love Rewarded thus, no devill to betray me But she to whom I durst have given my soule, Degenerate woman. Sir throw of your passion, And when you have heard me speake but a few minutes, You'le change opinion, and if you do not Accuse your selfe, you will at least acquit Me from the guilt of your dishonour. Did not The magicke of your letter bring me hither? I must not sir deny, I usd what motive▪ I could to gaine your presence, but no magicke. Twas worse, and shewes more blacke for thy intention▪ Hast thou a Conscience? and canst deny Thou didst not meane this treachery. May heaven Then shoot his anger at me, I sent for you, But as I have a life not to betray you. What could induce thee then? Love, love my Lord. Ha? pardon my rashnesse and my errour, Do I heare thee pronounce, twas love sent for me, What streames of joy runne through me, I am free, Have suffred nothing, nothing worthy of So rich a satisfaction, I forget Naples with as much ease as I can kisse thee, Have you no more vexation? Oh my starres I Your influence is too mercifull. Mistake not, Twas love I must confesse, but not that love Your wild imagination prompts you too, And yet it was my love to wish you happie. You are in Paradoxes Lady, twas love, & it was not▪ Love with another Lady In birth; and all thats good above Cassandra, Had toward your person, did command my service In that rude letter, my ambition Reach'd at no greater honour, then to bring Her passions to your knowledge, thinke my Lord Ypon Rosinda.