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 0.87 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
You would not Be sad at heart, to sleep with such a bedfellow As the Duke is? How my Lord? Provided Matrimony were not far off; yet without it There are some Ladies, would excuse their modesty, And meet and think their fate at all adventures, If no worse man would make their husband of The honourable order of the nightcap. When will you marry my Lord? I am young; Yet when I am ripe to grapple with a maidenhead, The Lord Montalto the great Court Patron Will help me to a wife. You are bound to his Lordship. And so I am Madam, if you knew all; I have many obligations to his honour, But there is one writ here, whose memory Will keep my soul awake. Andrugio— I do not like their conference. 'Las he has no employment in the state; He waits like a dull cipher and I have My spies upon him; if I find him busy, My power with the king shall soon transplant him, Or force him like Riviero his old friend, But of more brain and faction, to give up His ghost abroad. 'Twas just for your own safety. This is an honest easy Nobleman, Allowed to wear some Court formality; Walk on the tarres, pick his teeth, and stroke Upon a festival some golden sentence Out of his beard, for which the guard admire him, And cry him up a Statesman; he's sent off When he is troublesome to a phlegmatic clime A dull Ambassador; no, that Duke, Guido, Is all my fear, but I have contrived something May rectify my fate. How much you honour me; But you might spare all other entertainments And bravery of Court; they may affect My eyes with wonder, and oblige my just Acknowledgement, but all their glory's met Into one height, hold no proportion To inflame my heart, or more express my welcome Then this your free grace Madam, and those hopes That bless my imagination from your favour. I am but what my brother's love, and virtue Will make me; but there's nothing that can move With his consent, I sha'not flee to obey. I had rather feed upon his heart; You promised Sir the Duke to hunt this morning. I had forgot; will you be pleased to try The pleasures of a Forest. I'll attend. Theodosia, you are not for that exercise Guido. I wish all pleasures wait upon you; My heart must covet your return. And mine, To dwell for ever in so fair a bosom. To horse; the morning wastes. Some policy Must cure this fear; my bold resolves are fixed; I have made some attempts, and courted her, But she has not understood me; I must work By countermine and scatter into air His swelling hopes: Octavio— My good Lord. Sir I present this Gentleman to kiss Your hand; he's the Duke's secretary, a Roman Borne, and has a great ambition To be known to you for your father's sake, With whom he did converse in Rome, and honour, Till death concluded their acquaintance.
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You wod not Be sad at heart, to sleepe with such a bedfellow As the Duke is? How my Lord? Provided Matrimony were not farre of; yt without it There are some Ladies, would excuse their modestie, And meete and thinke their fate at all adventures, If no worse man would make their husband of The honorable order of the night-cap. When will you marry my Lord? I am young; Yet when I am ripe to grapple with a maidenhead, The Lord Montalto the great Court Patron Will help me to a wife. You are bound to his Lordship. And so I am Madam, if you knew all; I have many obligations to his honour, But there is one writ here, whose memory Will keepe my soule awake. Andrugio— I doe not like their conference. 'Las he has no imployment in the state; He waites like a dull cipher and I have My spies upon him; if I finde him busie, My power with the king shall soone transplant him, Or force him like Riviero his old friend, But of more braine and faction, to give up His ghost abroad. 'Twas just for your owne safety. This is an honest easy Nobleman, Allowed to weare some Court formallity; Walke on the tarres, picke his teeth, and stroake Vpon a festivall some golden sentence Out of his beard, for which the guard admire him, And cry him up a Statesman; hee's sent off When he is troublesome to a phlegmaticke clime A dull Embassadour; no, that Duke, Guido, Is all my feare, but I have contrived something May rectifie my fate. How much you honour me; But you might spare all other entertainements And bravery of Court; they may affect My eyes with wonder, and obliege my just Acknowledgement, but all their glorie's met Into one height, hold no proportion To inflame my heart, or more expresse my welcome Then this your free grace Madam, and those hopes That blesse my imagination from your favour. I am but wht my brothers love, and vertue Will make me; but there's nothing that can move With his consent, I shanno fle to obey. I had rather feede upon his heart; You promis'd Sir the Duke to hunt this morning. I had forgot; will you be plea'd to try The pleasures of a Forrest. Ile attend. Theodosia, you are not for that exercise Guido. I wish all pleasures waite upon you; My heart must covet your returne. And mine, To dwell for ever in so faire a bosom. To horse; the morning wasts. Some policie Must cure this feare; my bold resolves are fixt; I have made some attempts, and courted her, But shee hs not understood me; I must worke By countermine and scatter into aire His swelling hopes: Octavio— My good Lord. Sir I present this Gentlman to kisse Your hand; hee's the Dukes secretary, a Roman Borne, and has a great ambition To be knowne to you for your fathers sake, With whom he did converse in Rome, and honour, Till death concluded their acquaintance.