Shirley, James · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [licensed for stage, Apr 23, 1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · St. Werburgh Street, Dublin T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.83 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Y'are great in all that's good. You show the bounty Of your opinion; my extent in all things Is but to bid you welcome; you had a sister, The envy of the Angels whilst she lived Our Queen, now made their blessed companion; Should we exempt those fair deserts dwell in you, So much we owe her memory. Pray no more. We must not be too open, truest friend, Thy bosom is my Sanctuary. When it leaves To be Religious for thy safety, may it By an angry flame from heaven, be turned to ashes. Your nature is too soft; let not the mention Of her that was my sister, and you Queen Beget another sigh; she was long since blessed; Cesaria is in heaven; we are met for joys; You were not framed to be her Monument; Sleep let her ashes in the urn, contains 'em. I ha' done. Your sister. Is all the treasure Is left me sir, but cannot be too rich For your acceptance. All my wealth is summed When she does smile upon me, and her Character In the full glory, when she's named your sister; Are you not weary of a guest dear Madam? Am I still welcome? Sir we are All honoured in your presence; and though not high To your merit, yet your entertainment is, As full of love, as nature can express To a twin brother, more I dare presume, You shall accuse yourself, if you be less, A Prince in Naples by free use of power, Than your own Florence. Madam you must b Less fair, and powerful in tongue, if you Expect I should be still a Prince; and yet My ambition will be high, and glorious Enough to be received your grace's servant; For whom I should account my age no travel, To have my pilgrimage rewarded with Your fair eyes Madam, able to create Another life and spirit in old Nature. How does Montalto like the Duke? Sir, Naples cannot study an addition Of fame, beyond what this alliance will Deserve in future story; the excess Of what is good, nay excellent in him would stock a barren Province. 'tis our happiness. But 'tis not mine; for though I thus disguise My face, and tongue, my heart is my own friend, And cannot wish my ambition supplanted By any smooth chined Prince alive; my Lords— Look how they flock, and fawn upon his greatness; These are his creatures, by his power placed So near about the King, he can hear nothing Of his great favourite, but what their flattery And partial tongues convey into his ear. Pity so sweet a nature as the Kings Should be abused by Parasites; but I may In time dissolve these court mists, that so long Have hung upon't, and render the king's eyes ee to distinguish objects, if there be No witchcraft exercised upon his senses. My Lord you are very pleasant. Is it not Becoming the discretion of a young Courtier to observe times and methods; and when Madam Are you for this match? What my Lord?
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Y'Are great in all that's good. You shew the bounty Of your opinion; my extent in all things Is but to bid you welcome; you had a sister, The envy of the Angels whilst she lived Our Queene, now made their blest companion; Should wee exempt those faire deserts dwell in you, So much we owe her memory. Pray no more. We must not be too open, truest friend, Thy bosome is my Sanctuary. When it leaves To be Religious for thy safety, may it By an angry flame from heaven, be turnd to ashes. Your nature is too soft; let not the mention Of her that was my sister, and you Queene Beget another sigh; she was long since blest; Cesaria in heavn; we are met for joyes; You were not framed to be her Monument; Sleepe let her ashes in the urne, conteines 'em. I ha done. Your sister. Is all the treasure Is left me sir, but cannot be too rich For your acceptance. All my wealth is summ'd When shee does smile upon me, and her Character In the full glory, when shee's nam'de your sister; Are you not weary of a guest deare Madam? Am I still welcome? Sir wee are All honour'd in your presence; and though not high To your merit, yet your entertainement is, As full of love, as nature can expresse To a twin brother, more I dare presume, You shall accuse your selfe, if you be lesse, A Prince in Naples by free use of power, Then your owne Florence. Madam you must b Lesse faire, and powerfull in tongue, if you Expect I should be still a Prince; and yet My ambition will be high, and glorious Enough to be receiv'd your Graces servant; For whom I should account my age no travell, To have my pilgrimage rewarded with Your faire eyes Madam, able to create Another life and spirit in old Nature. How does Montalto like the Duke? Sir, Naples cannot study an addition Of fame, beyond what this alliance will Deserve in future story; the excesse Of what is good, nay excellent in him would stocke a barren Province. Tis our happinesse. But 'tis not mine; for though I thus disguise My face, and tongue, my heart is my owne friend, And cannot wish my ambition supplanted By any smooth chin'd Prince alive; my Lords— Look how they flock, and fawne upon his greatnes; These are his creatures, by his power plac'd So neare about the King, he can heare nothing Of his great favorite, but what their flattery And partiall tongues convey into his eare. Pitty so sweete a nature as the Kings Should be abus'd by Parasites; but I may In time dissolve these court mists, that so long Have hung upon't, and render the Kings eyes ee to distinguish objects, if there be No witchcraft exrciz'd upon his senses. My Lord you are very pleasant. Is it not Becomming the discretion of a young ourtier to observe times and methods; and when Madam Are you for this mach? What my Lord?