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 0.85 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
If he do love you Madam, that will teach him Above what ceremony prescribes to honour you. If he do love. Your grace's pardon; I Speak from an honest freedom taken from The assurance of your goodness, that know better How to distinguish truth; I am not judge Of his breast Madam. I suppose you are not. And yet being a man another way Conclude his passions are but such as have Been read in humane nature. What infer you From hence my Lord? Nothing but that a Prince May be no Saint in love. how's that? 'twas in my fear I should displease. Your will. Not for the Empire of the world; I shall Repent I live with your suspicion Upon my humbled soul. Pray Sir be free Touching the Duke; I must know all; what is't Makes him no Saint. Madam he is not dead, And in his life I see no miracles. You talked of love. No miracles of love; He loves as other men that have professed Devotion to a mistress— but What? speak I charge thee by the memory of what Thou dost affect most. Though it wound myself armed and hear it; how I blush within me, To tell your highness Florence has transplanted His heart, and all his active thoughts are placed. On whom? On Domitilla. Ha. I did observe 'em Madam, at her mother's house, Where we were lately feasted after hunting, How strangely he was taken, how his eyes Did wanton with her face, and on her hair Tie many golden knots, to keep love chained; But these are but suspicions; he since Confessed to me in hope to win me to Negotiate his affair, how at first sight He took in desperate flames, and that she rules The intelligence of his soul; I hear the King Hath sent for her to Court, which must give Madam A dangerous opportunity to actuate His ends with your dishonour; I was unwilling To speak this knowledge of his hasty change, But all my bonds of piety and faith Would have been forfeit into a long silence. Shall I be thus affronted. We see Princes, Whom we call gods on earth, in the affairs Of love turn men again. For Domitilla. That's the dishonour Madam, and infects My brain to think on't, and as much beneath Your grace in all the ornaments of soul And person as she is in blood, if my Impartial thoughts may take so bold commission To judge between your beauties. Is it possible; Tis too certaine Madam; I should b A villain to accuse the Duke unjustly, Or bring but shadows of a truth; for though He be unworthy of your love that dares Thus value your perfections, below That Phanto me lo not passion Make you too rash in managing a cause, On which depends your fame, compared to which Ten thousand lives added to mine were nothing; Observe him at next visit.
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If he doe love you Madam, that will teach him Above what ceremony prescribes to honour you. If he doe love. Your graces pardon; I Speake from an honest freedome taken from The assurance of your goodnesse, that know better How to distinguish truth; I am not judge Of his breast Madam. I suppose you are not. And yet being a man another way Conclude his passions are but such as have Beene read in humane nature. What inferre you From hence my Lord? Nothing but that a Prince May be no Saint in love. Howe's that? Twas in my feare I should displease. Your will. Not for the Empire of the world; I shall Repent I live with your suspition Vpon my humbl'd soule. Pray Sir be free Touching the Duke; I must know all; what ist Makes him no Saint. Madam he is not dead, And in his life I see no miracles. You talk'd of love. No miracles of love; He loves as other men that have profest▪ Devotion to a mistresse—but What? speake I charge thee by the memory of what Thou dost affect most. Though it wound my selfe e ar'd and heare it; how I blush within me, To tell your highnesse Flrence has transplanted His heart, and all his active thoughts are plac'd▪ On whom? On Doitilla. Ha. I did observe 'em Madam, at her mothers house, Where we were lately feasted after hunting, How strangely he was taken, how his eyes Did wanton with her face, and on her haire Tie many golden knots, to keepe love chalnde; But these are but suspitions; he since Confest to me in hope to winne me to Negotiate his affaire, how at first sight He tooke in desperate flames, and that shee rules The intelligence of his soule; I heare the King Hath sent for her to Court, which must give Madam A dangerous opportunity to actuate His ends with your dishonour; I was unwilling To speake this knowledge of his hasty change, But all my bonds of piety and faith Would have beene forfeit into a long silence. Shall I be thus affronted. We see Princes, Whom we call gods on earth, in the affaires Of love turne men agen. For Domitilla. That's the dishonour Madam, and infects My braine to thinke on't, and as much beneath Your grace in all the ornaments of soule And person as shee is in bood, if my Impartiall thoughts may take so bold commission To judge betweene your beauties. Is it possible; Tis too certaine Madam; I should b A villaine to accuse the Duke unjustly, Or bring but shaddowes of a truth; for though He be unworthy of your love that dares Thus valew your perfectios, below That Phanto me lo not passion Make you to rash in managing a cuse, On which depends your fame, compared to which Ten thousand lives added to mine were nothing; Observe him at next visit.