Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Nov 11] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Mistress Violante Is come to visit you. I wait upon her, Your gentle pardon. Would my Nephew had her. she is S. Richard's heir, and here he is. S. Richard? Oh Master Barnacle, i'll wait upon you. That's Master Probe the Surgeon. No more you know my meaning. Yes, sir. Let him be buried. I understand you, sir. I have been discoursing With your fair daughter. Where is Leonora? she's within, sir. Bid her come hither, Master Barnacle I am something troubled about a gentleman. And I am glad I met with you: If you be troubled with any gentleman, I'll send my Nephew to him. To whom, or whither? To any man alive, I care not whether. Send him to Jerusalem. That's something o'th' furthest, I shall be Unwilling he should travel out o'th' Kingdom. Leonera? nearer— Who is that? A pretty gentlewoman! save you mistress, What is your name I pray? I am called Violante. Are you a maid? I should be sorry else. D''ee know my Nephew? Not I, sir. Not my Nephew? how have you been bred? Why he's the only gallant o'th' Town, Please you i'll send him to you. What to do, sir. He shall do any thing, the towns afraid on him. Oh! pray keep him from me then. he'll hurt no women, but for the men— there's one has hurt to much already. What is he? i'll send my Nephew to him Lady, If you have any occasion, never spare him. Not I, sir. Look to't, and correct this humour. I'll to him presently, Master Barnacle, Let me entreat your company to a gentleman, I'll wait as much on you. You shall command me: If't be to any man you care not for, we'll take my Nephew along. It sha' not need, Oh Violante! I Must now require some fruit of all thy promises. You hold me not suspected. Leonora Cannot be so ingrateful: but we have Small limit for discourse, my father means To visit Beaumont, now in Prison, thou Wilt hear too soon the story, and without Prevention find thyself more miserable. Oh Violante: I will suffer with him Rather than injure thee, I prithee go visit thy friend, not mine, and as thou lov'st me, As thou lov'st him, or thy own life, Violante, Bid him be constant to thee, tell him what fame Dwells upon noble lovers, that have sealed Faith to their Mistresses in blood: what glory Can perjured men expect, that lose their honour To save a poor breath? bid him be assured, If for the hope of life, his soul can be So much corrupted to embrace a thought That I shall ever love him— You Leonora? Never, oh, never; tell him so: by virtue, And the cold blood of my slain Delamore, Although my father threaten death. Your father? Make hast sweet Violante, to the Prison; There thou shalt know all, there thou shalt have proof How much thou art beloved, and by my death, If he prove false to thee, how much I love thee.
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Mistresse Violante Is come to visit you. I waite upon her, Your gentle pardon. Would my Nephew had her. Shee is S. Richards heire, and here he is. S. Richard? Oh Master Barnacle, i'le waite upon you. That's Master Probe the Surgeon. No more you know my meaning. Yes, sir. Let him be buried. I understand you, sir. I have beene discoursing With your faire daughter. Where is Leonora? Shee's within, sir. Bid her come hither, Master Barnacle I am something troubled about a gentleman. And I am glad I met with you: If you be troubled with any gentleman, I'le send my Nephew to him. To whom, or whither? To any man alive, I care not whether. Send him to Jerusalem. That's something o'th furthest, I shall be Unwilling he should travell out o'th Kingdome. Leonera? Neerer— Who is that? A prettie gentlewoman! save you mistresse, What is your name I pray? I am cal'd Violante. Are you a maide? I should be sorrie else. D'ee know my Nephew? Not I, sir. Not my Nephew? how have you beene bred? Why hee's the onley gallant o'th Towne, Please you i'le send him to you. What to doe, sir. He shall do any thing, the townes afraid on him. Oh! praie keepe him from me then. Hee'le hurt no women, but for the men— Ther's one has hurt to much alreadie. What is he? i'le send my Nephew to him Lady, If you have any occasion, never spare him. Not I, sir. Looke to't, and correct this humor. I'le to him presentlie, Master Barnacle, Let me intreat your companie to a gentleman, I'le waite as much on you. You shall command mee: If't be to any man you care not for, Wee'le take my Nephew along. It sha not neede, Oh Violante! I Must now require some fruite of all thy promises. You hold me not suspected. Leonora Cannot be so ingratefull: but we have Small limit for discourse, my father meanes To visit Beaumont, now in Prison, thou Wilt heare too soone the storie, and without Prevention finde thy selfe more miserable. Oh Violante: I will suffer with him Rather then injure thee, I prethee go Uisit thy friend, not mine, and as thou lou'st mee, As thou lou'st him, or thy owne life, Violante, Bid him be constant to thee, tell him what fame Dwells upon noble lovers, that have seal'd Faith to their Mistresses in blood: what glorie Can perjur'd men expect, that loose their honor To save a poore breath? bid him be assur'd, If for the hope of life, his soule can be So much corrupted to embrace a thought That I shall ever love him— You Leonora? Never, oh, never; tell him so: by vertue, And the cold blood of my slaine Delamore, Although my father threaten death. Your father? Make hast sweete Violante, to the Prison; There thou shalt know all, there thou shalt have proofe How much thou art belov'd, and by my death, If he prove false to thee, how much I love thee.