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 0.74 · 499 words
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How was that. Now shall I trust him? if my sense mistake not Theodosia may not be a Virgin. 'twas His bold conclusion. Where is now the honour You talk of; durst Montalto charge her with This stain, without his conscience to assure it. Yes, and to me this tenders him the more To be suspected and I am so far From thinking she affects Montalto, that I am convinced he loves her not; can he Have any noble thought of Theodosia, That dares traduce her honour; think o' that; And can revenge in any lover be A reason to wound a Lady's fame; it tastes Of rank injustice, and some other end Time will discover; and yet your grace is bound To have his accusation confirmed, Or haunt this spotted panther to his ruin, Whose breath is only sweet to poison virtue. What I resolve inquire not. I see through Montalto's soul, and have been so long tame In my own sufferings; but this will make Him ripe for punishment; Andrugio and My son. I cannot with the wings of duty Fly swift enough to prostrate my obedience And welcome from a long supposed death, My honoured father. Then I must appear so. And let me give a son up to your blessing Worthy your best prayers, and embrace; 'twas time To bring you acquainted; he had else this night Contrived Montalto's tragedy at a Banquet, For your revenge his active thoughts I could not Counsel no longer patience. Thou hast but Prevented me Octavio; I was Weary of my concealment. But my joys are wild, And will I fear, transport me. My best friend, And my own spirited boy, fear not Montalto; he's now upon a precipice; his fate Stoops with the glorious burden of his pride. Things may be worth our counsel; we shall see This prodigy that would be held a Star, And did so fright us with his streaming hair, Drop like a Comet, and be lost i'th' air. Is't possible the day should be so old, And not a visit from the Duke. While he Enjoys health, I shall easily forgive A little ceremony. And a lover; Your grace must chide him; other men may have Excuse for their neglect of time, but he That loves deserves no pardon. Judge with charity My Lord; the case may be your own; you would Think her a cruel mistress, that should doom Your life to exile, for not payment of One ceremonious visit. Not where such Perfection were to engage my service Madam; Pardon the bold comparison; death were not Enough to punish that rude thought that could Start from your bright Idea; or converse With praters that did not first concern your excellence. I would not be ambitious of a blessing But from reflex of yours. You would express A most officious servant to that Lady Were honoured in your thought; but the Duke of Florence And I shall make no such severe conditions.
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How was that. Now shall I trust him? if my sense mistake not Thedosia may not be a Virgin. Twas His bold conclusion. Where is now the honour You talke of; durst Montalto charge her with This staine, without his conscience to assure it. Yes, and to me this tenders him the more To be suspected and I am so farre From thinking shee affects Montalto, that I am convinc'd he loves her not; can he Have any noble thought of Theodosia, That dares traduce her honour; thinke o' that; And can revenge in any lover be A reason to wound a Ladies fame; it tasts Of ranke injustice, and some other end Time will discover; and yet your grace is bound To have his accusation confirm'd, Or hant this spotted panther to his ruine, Whose breath is onely sweete to poyson vertue. What I resolve inquire not. I see throgh Mont altoes soule, and have beene so long tame In my owne sufferings; but this will make Him ripe for punishment; Andrugio and My sonne. I cannot with the wings of duty Fly swift enough to prostrate my obedience And welcome from a long supposed death, My honourd father. Then I must appeare so. And let me give a sonne up to your blessing Worthy your best prayers, and embrace; twas time To bring you acquainted; he had else this night Contriv'd Montaltoes tragedie at a Banquet, For your revenge his active thoughts I could not Counsell no longer patience. Thou hast but Prevented me Octavio; I was Weary of my concealement. But my joyes are wilde, And will I feare, transport me. My best friend, And my owne spirited boy, feare not Montalto; Hee's now upon a precipice; his fate Stoopes with the glorious burden of his pride. Things may be worth our counsell; we shall see This prodigie that would be held a Starre, And did so fright us with his streaming haire, Drop like a Comet, and be lost i'th aire. Ist possible the day should be so old, And not a visite from the Duke. While he Injoyes health, I shall easily forgive A little ceremony. And a lover; Your grace must chide him; other men may have Excuse for their neglect of time, but he That loves deserves no pardon. Iudge with charity My Lord; the case may be your owne; you would Thinke her a cruell mistresse, that should doome Your life to exile, for not payment of One ceremonious visite. Not where such Perfection were to ingage my service Madam; Pardon the bold comparison; death were not Enough to punish that rude thought that could Start from your bright Idea; or converse With praters that did not first concerne your excellence▪ I would not be ambitious of a blessing But from reflex of yours. You would expresse A most officious servant to that Lady Were honourd in your thought; but the Duk of Florenc And I shall make no such severe conditions.