Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Nov 11] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.90 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
You speak all comfort Which way can I deserve this? That i'll show you. I had an obligation to your father Whose love when all my fortunes were i'th' ebb, And desperately, relieved me with large sums; By whose careful manage I arrived at what I am, and I should be a rebel to Nature and goodness not to love the son Of such a friend by his misfortune made Ripe for my gratitude. You speak your bounty, But teach not all this while how to deserve it. 'tis done by your acceptance of my daughter To be your Bride. To be my Bride? pray tell tell me Is she deformed or wanton, what vice has she? Vice, sir, she will deserve as good a husband, She is handsome though I say't, and shall be rich too. she is too good, if she be fair or virtuous. Pardon, I know she is both: but you amaze me, I did expect conditions of danger: A good wife is a blessing above health; You teach me to deserve my life first from you By offering a happiness beyond it. If you find love to accept, 'tis the reward I look for, Leonora shall obey Or quit a father. Ha goodness defend. I know you do but mock me, and upbraid My act, that killed her servant: wound me still, I have deserved her curse: I see her weep, And every tear accuse me. May I never Thrive in my Prayers to Heaven, if what I offer I wish not heartily confirmed. I now Suspect you are not Leonora father, 'Twere better you dissembled, then made her So past all hope of being cured again: I marry Leonora! can her soul Think on so foul a rape, she cannot sure. She shall; I command. By virtue, but She sha'not, nor would I to grasp an Empire Tempt her to so much stain, let her tell down Her Virgin tears, on Delamore's cold Marble, Sigh to his dust, and call revenge upon His head whose anger sent him to those shades, From whence she ne'er must see him; this will justify She loved the dead: it were impiety One smile should bless her murderer, and howe'er You are pleased to compliment with my affliction, I know she cannot find one thought without her So foul to look upon me. Let it rest on that, will you confirm and timely make provision for your safety? For my life You mean, now on the chance, than I may live You are confident, and think it not impossible Your daughter may affect me; there's at once Two blessings, are they not and mighty ones, Considering what I am, how low, how lost T'oth common air? Now you are wise. But if Your daughter would confirm this, and propound herself my victory. What then?
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You speake all comfort Which way can I deserve this? That i'le shew you. I had an obligation to your father Whose love when all my fortunes were i'th ebbe, And desperatelie, releev'd mee with large summes; By whose carefull manage I arryu'd at what I am, and I should be a rebell to Nature and goodnesse not to love the sonne Of such a friend by his misfortune made Ripe for my gratitude. You speake your bountie, But teach not all this while how to deserve it. Tis done by your acceptance of my daughter To bee your Bride. To be my Bride? pray tell tell me Is she deform'd or wanton, what vice has shee? Vice, sir, she will deserve as good a husband, Shee is handsome though I say't, and shall be rich too. Shee is too good, if she be faire or vertuous. Pardon, I know she is both: but you amaze me, I did expect conditions of danger: A good wife is a blessing above health; You teach mee to deserve my life first from you By offering a happinesse beyond it. If you finde love to accept, 'tis the reward I looke for, Leonora shall obey Or quit a father. Ha goodnesse defend. I know you doe but mocke me, and upbraid My act, that kild her servant: wound mee still, I have deserv'd her curse: I see her weepe, And every teare accuse me. May I never Thrive in my Prayers to Heaven, if what I offer I wish not heartilie confirm'd. I now Suspect you are not Leonora father, 'Twere better you dissembled, then made her So past all hope of beeing cur'd agen: I marry Leonora! can her soule Thinke on so foule a rape, she cannot sure. Shee shall; I command. By vertue, but Shee shanot, nor would I to graspe an Empire Tempt her to so much staine, let her tell downe Her Virgin teares, on Delamores cold Marble, Sigh to his dust, and call revenge upon His head whose anger sent him to those shades, From whence she nere must see him; this will justifie Shee lov'd the dead: it were impietie One smile should blesse her murderer, and how ere You are pleas'd to complement with my affliction, I know she cannot finde one thought without her So foule to looke upon me. Let it rest on that, will you confern and timely make provision for your saftie? For my life You meane, now on the chance, then I may live You are confident, and thinke it not impossible Your daughter may affect me▪ ther's at once Two blessings, are they not and mightie ones, Considering what I am, how low, how lost T'oth common aire? Now you are wise. But if Your daughter would confirme this, and propound Her selfe my victorie. What then?