Shirley, James · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [licensed for stage, Apr 23, 1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · St. Werburgh Street, Dublin unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
He has some meaning in't. It 'tis yet dark to me. We sha' not stain his Court; his sister's but A Lady of more distinction of birth; Yet all that have been Princes, came not to Their state by a descant; the Heralds know Some were not borne to purple and to sceptres That have been Queens; virtue has raised some, And beauty has had many charms to rule The heart of Kings. What's all this Domitilla? I hope you are not dreaming of a Queen; Such wild interpretation of the king's Favour to us cannot be made without The forfeits of wits and duties which Should teach us to contain our thoughts in their Own Sphere and not to point them upon objects Above our Level. I Betray myself, When I said beauty had a power to charm A King; it might acquit me from suspicion Of any hope to apply them so ambitiously; You'll grant it just to love the King. Our duties. And he may where he please place his affection, Leave that to her; it may concern. And she That's marked for so great honour should be mad To quarrel with her kind fate. What's all this To thee? To me; why mother is't not possible A Lady not much fairer than myself May be a Queen; great Princes have eyes Like other men, and I should sin against What heaven and nature have bestowed on me, Should my fate smile to think my face would be The bar to such preferment. Leaving this Which is but mirth I know since we are fall'n Into discourse of love, what would you answer To Lord Montalto if he came a-wooing And recommended by the King? I would e'en recommend him to the King again. Is not his favourite worth your love, if he Descend to be your servant. As a servant He may be entertained, and were I Queen, Perhaps he should be favourite to both; And I would smile upon his services In imitation of the King while he Preserved his modest duty and his distance: My daughter is transported, sure you are No Queen sweet Domitilla. 'tis a truth, Nor is Montalto yet my favourite. I hope she's not so miserable to affect The King, by whose directions I prepare Her for Montalto. A sprig of the Nobility called Octavio Desires access. Admit him. I must let this passion cool and leave her. Welcome to Court; why so; this sphere becomes you, Or rather it takes ornament from you; Now Domitilla shines indeed; your presence Doth throw new beams about the Palace Madam; Before we looked as we had lost our genius. You came not from the King with any message, I made this haste to tender my own service. You have no other suit to me? Yes Madam. Speak it.
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He has some meaning in't. It tis yet darke to me. We sh' not staine his Court; his sister's but A Lady of more distinction of birth; Yet all that have beene Princes, came not to Their state by a dent; the Heralds know Some were not borne to purple and to scepters That have beene Queenes; vertue has rais'd some, And beauty has had many charmes to rule The heart of Kings. Whats all this Domitilla? I hope you are not dreaming of a Queene; Such wilde interpretation f the Kings Favour to us cannot be made without The forfeits of wits and duties which Should teach us to containe our thoughts in their Owne Spheare and not to point them upon objects Above our Levell. I Betray my slfe, When I sayd beauty had a power to charm A King; it might acquit me from suspition Of any hope to apply them so ambitiously; Youle grant it just to love the King. Our duties. And he may where he please place his affection, Leave that to her; it may concerne. And shee Thats mark'd for so great honour should be mad To quarrell with her kinde fate. What's all this To thee? To me; why mother ist not possible A Lady not much fairer then my selfe May be a Queene; great Princes have eyes Like other men, and I should sinne against What heaven and nature have bestowed on me, Should my fate smile to thinke my face would be The barre to such preferment. Leaving this Which is but mirth I know since we are falne Into discourse of love, what would you answer To Lord Montalto if he came a wooing And recommended by the King? I would Eene recommend him to the King agen. Is not his favorite worth your love, if he Descend to be your servant. As a servant He may be entertain'd, and were I Quene, Perhaps he should be favorite to both; And I would smile upon his services In imitation of the King while he Preserv'd his modest duty and his distance: My daughter is transported, sure you ar No Queene sweet Domitilla. Tis a truth, Nor is Montolto yet my favorite. I hope shee's not so miserable to affect The King, by whose directions I prepare Her for Montalto. A sprig of the Nobility cal'd Octavio Desires accesse. Admit him. I must let this passion coole and leave her. Welcome to Court; why so; this sphere becoms you, Or rather it takes ornament from you; Now Domitilla shines indeede; your presence Doth throw new beames about the Pallace Madam; Before we look'd as we had lost our genius. You came not from the King with any message, I made this hast to tender my owne service. You have no other suite to me? Yes Madam. Speake it.