Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Jun 24] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.78 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
she returns, give her more air. Oh my poor sister, welcome to life again. I know you both, is nobody else with you? No Madam. Not my Lord? I'll carry him the news of her recovery. Pray let me see him. he's here too soon. Plo. Cheer up your spirit my Lord, and speak to her, She is alive, and likely. You may come A little nearer, if there be no change In mind, there is in countenance, my Lord, I have had a short, but pleasing vision, My thought from a steep precipice, as you were falling Into the Sea, an arm chained to a Cloud, Caught hold, and drew you up to Heaven. If you dare hear me speak Again, I dare say more, but to your ear. I feel a new, and secure confidence. Will you vouchsafe us favour? we'll not be At to much distance. Can there be a hope, After so great a wrong, to find a mercy? You must be more than woman, and you are so. It was the error of my soul that drew The heavy mist upon my eyes, they now See, and admire your innocence, oh Madam, I have two mighty passions within me; Two, that are welcome, yet extremes, a Joy, To see you live, and sorrow for my trespass Against so bright a chastity, to which, I kneel within my heart, and ask forgiveness. If this be earnest, 'tis a heavenly language. I feel a holy flame disperse rich heat, About me, the corruption of my blood Is fallen away, and of that virtue, which A devil in me would have betrayed, I rise A servant, and admirer, live, oh live, Thou best of wives, and practise still new wonders Upon the heart of lust transformed men, Until time boast, the example of thy faith Hath purged the world, and taught us how to count Our hours by thy miracles: I am In love now with thy goodness, by thyself I am, and by some rare, and unknown act, Must make a recompense to that fair honour, I would ha' blasted, once again forgive me, And hide the shame, my soul does blush to think on. This is an noble change, and speaks his nature Not barren, when good seeds are trusted with it. he's gone. And did not mind us. I am sorry, I could have chained my ears to his discourse, And willingly ha' grown old to have heard him: Madam, the Character of praise you gave him, Is short of that true nobleness I find. And yet you were not willing to believe it. I think I know a man. How is this sister? I hope y'are not in earnest, though he be A Lord, as who can help, in my judgement There are no mountains of such nobleness As you commend his talk, if he speak not: Another language to the ear, could never. Ravish my understanding, though I must Confess 'tis wild enough, I do begin To fear you, sister.
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Shee returnes, give her more ayre. Oh my poore sister, welcome to life agen. I know you both, is no bodie else with you? No Madam. Not my Lord? I'le carrie him the newes of her recoverie. Praie let mee see him. Hee's here too soone. Plo. Cheere up your spirit my Lord, and speake to her, Shee is alive, and likelie. You may come A litle neerer, if there be no change In minde, there is in countenance, my Lord, I have had a short, but pleasing vision, My thought from a steepe precipice, as you were falling Into the Sea, an arme chain'd to a Cloud, Caught hold, and drew you up to Heaven. If you dare heare mee speake Agen, I dare say more, but to your eare. I feele a new, and secure confidence. Will you vouchsafe us favor? Wee'le not bee At to much distance. Can there bee a hope, After so great a wrong, to finde a mercie? You must bee more then woman, and you are so. It was the errour of my soule that drew The heavie mist upon my eies, they now See, and admire your innocence, oh Madam, I have two mightie passions within me; Two, that are wellcome, yet extreames, a Joy, To see you live, and sorrow for my trespasse Against so bright a chastitie, to which, I kneele within my hart, and aske forgivenesse. If this be earnest, 'tis a heavenlie language. I feele a holie flame disperse rich heate, About me, the corruption of my blood Is fallen awaie, and of that virtue, which A divell in mee would have betrayd, I rise A servant, and admirer, live, oh live, Thou best of wives, and practise still new wonders Vpon the hart of lust transformed men, Vntill time boast, the example of thy faith Hath purg'd the world, aud taught us how to count Our howers by thy miracles: I am In love now with thy goodnesse, by thy selfe I am, and by some rare, and unknowne act, Must make a recompence to that faire honour, I would ha blasted, once againe forgive mee, And hide the shame, my soule does blush to thinke on. This is an noble change, and speaks his nature Not barren, when good seedes are trusted with it. Hee's gone. And did not minde us. I am sorie, I could have chain'd my eares to his discourse, And willinglie ha growne old to have heard him: Madam, the Character of praise you gave him, Is short of that true noblenesse I finde. And yet you were not willing to beleeve it. I thinke I know a man. How is this sister? I hope y'are not in earnest, though hee bee A Lord, as who can helpe, in my judgement There are noe mountaines of such noblenesse As you commend his talke, if he speake not: Another language to the eare, could never. Ravish my understanding, though I must Confesse 'tis wild enough, I doe beginne To feare you, sister.