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 0.70 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I like not that; He knows he may command my services. He will deserve your love; pray my Lord tell m, And let us be plain breasted; you enjoy The King, as I, but with less stock of merit, The favour of his excellence; how affect you The present state of things; willt be a match? There is loud expectation in the world, And after all, my Master's fond to have it Proceed; to these, I am of opinion There's no retreating now without dishonour; Yet as I am Philiberto I much pity He should through any wound to your affection Perfect his love. He has told you then the secret, And not to waste more language, I collect From what you have expressed, he does resolve To destroy me; Montalto must be trod on. Not so my Lord. Yes, and my heart the ascent, To his Hymeneal altar, which must be Made crimson with the blood of a true lover, His will be obeyed, Theodosia shall see To advance her, Montalto will go smiling To his sacrifice, and after many prayers, That she may live the darling of his heart, I'll change my acquaintance of this world to be At peace in my own ashes. You will not Commit a violence upon yourself? I sha' not neede; the thought of her will kill m With as much silence as I go to sleep; I only shall bleed inward, and my life Remove itself like a fair apparition That vanishes to th'eye, and with less noise Than a calm Summer's evening; but when I Am dead, 'tis not impossible, some may Report Theodosia was but ravished from me; Fear of a brother's anger, and the trick Of politic states, that marry to knit power Not hearts, did force her to Herares arms, Whilst I, torn from the branch where I once grew, Travel I know not whether in the air. I begin To think him worth some pity. Into what Vain thing would the severe apprehension Of grief transform us? coward, let the Duke Move with all amorous haste to his delight, And glory in the hope of his fair bride, Mine by the gift of heaven, and hearts; but all My flowers grow dully on their stalks, and wither; Let her gay Paranymphs with rosy Chaplets, Which will take all their colour from her blush, Attend on Theodosia to the Temple, While as they go, no rude wind shall be heard, But so much breath of heaven as gently may Lifting their loose hair up, whisper my wrong To every virgin's care; let them be married, Knit hands, and plight a ceremonious faith; Let all the triumphs waste; let them be wasted, And night itself bribed with a thousand forms Of mirth and Revels, till the night grow faint And pale with watching, Invite to bed; yet there he shall enjoy But Theodosia's body, and not that As his fair thoughts expect, perhaps the conquest Of one whom he loved better.
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I like not that; He knowes he may command my services. He will deserve your love; pray my Lord tell m, And let us be plaine breasted; you injoy The King, as I, but with lesse stocke of merit, The favour of his excellence; how affect you The present state of things; wilt be a match? There is loud expectation in the world, And after all, my Master's fond to have it Proceede; to these, I am of opinion Theres no retreating now without dishonour; Yet as I am Philiberto I much pittie He should through any wound to your affection Perfect his love. He has told you then the secret, And not to waste more language, I collect From what you have exprest, he does resolve To destroy me; Montalto must be trod on. Not so my Lord. Yes, and my heart the ascent, To his Hymeneall altar, which must be Made crimson with the blood of a true lover▪ His will be obey'd, Theodosia shall see To advance her, Montalto will goe smiling To his sacrifice, and after many prayers, That shee may live the darling of his heart, Ile change my acquaintance of this world to be At peace in my owne ashes. You will not Commit a violence upon your selfe? I sha' not neede; the thought of her will kill m With as much silence as I goe to sleepe; I onely shall bleed inward, and my life Remove it selfe like a faire appaition That vanishes to th'eye, and with lesse noise Then a calme Summers evening; but when I Am dead, tis not impossible, some may Report Theodosia was but revish'd from me; Feare of a brothers anger, and the tricke Of polliticke states, that marry to knit power Not hearts, did force her to Herares armes, Whilst I, torne from the branch where I once grew, Travell I know not whether in the aire. I begin To thinke him worth some pitty. Into what Vaine thing would the severe apprehension Of greefe transforme us? coward, let the Duke Move with all amorous haste to his delight, And glory in the hope of his faire bride, Mine by the gift of heaven, and hearts; but all My flowers grow dully on their stalkes, and wither; Let her gay Paanimphs with osie Chaplets, Which will take all their colour from her blush, Attend on Theodosia to the Temple, While as they goe, no rude winde shall be heard, But so much breath of heaven as gently may Lifting their loose haire up, whisper my wrong To every Virgins care; let them be married, Knit hands, and plight a ceremonious faith; Let all the triumphs waste; let them be wasted, And night it selfe brib'd with a thousand formes Of mirth and Revells, till the night grow faint And pale with watching, Invite to bed; yet there he shall enjoy But Theodosias body, and not that As his faire thoughts expect, perhaps the conquest Of one whom he loved better.