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 0.80 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Gone, and so abruptly Her business might allow her breath to thank me For my rich present; but I'll follow her; I would not meet the King here; if she prove Gentle, my heart I consecrate to love. My pretty Domitilla, now you are My guest, 'tis fit whom I have made my charge Should live within my eyes, welcome once more to Court. You are bounty Sir itself, and bind A virgin's prayers. What art thou yet prepared To hear his name, I would declare thy husband. The King. The Duke; this confirms it. Unlucky fate he has spied me. Thou shalt have A little patience, while the Duke and I Change some discourse in private. I Obey He is sent off; I hope the King is not In love with her himself. Now my Lord, what Alone, I see you can address yourself To a handsome Lady. He has prevented men. Where I receive favour I shall never Want heart to acknowledge. That rule binds to all. It does but with distinction, to pay. But with distinction to pay, First love to those that best deserves it from us. 'tis justice Sir. This granted, there's another Whom though you can forget, my sister Sir Deserves to be remembered. You are jealous That I visit this Lady. That were only To doubt; I must be plain; Florence has not Been kind to Naples to reward us with Affront for love, and Theodosia must not Be any PRINCE's mockery. I can Take boldness too, and tell you Sir it were More for her honour, she would mock no Prince I am not lost to Florence yet, though I Be Naples guest, and I must tell him here I came to meet with fair and Princely treaties Of love, not to be made the tale of Italy, The ground of Scurrile pasquils, or the mirth Of any Lady, who shall preingage Her heart to another's bosom, and then sneak Off like a tame despised property, When her ends are advanced. I understand not This passion; yet it points upon something That may be dangerous to conclude; Theodosia Is Naples sister, and I must not see Her lost to honour, though my kingdom bleed To rescue her. Now you are passionate; 'tis I must be repaired; my name is wounded, And my affection betrayed; your sister That looks like a fair star, within love's sky Is fall'n, and by the scattering of her fires Declares she has alliance with the earth, Not heavenly nature. Are my senses perfect; Be clearer Sir; teach me to understand This prodigy; you do not scorn our sister? Not I; as she has title to your blood She merits all ambition, she is a Princess, Yet no stain to her invention, we are parallels Equal, but never made to meet. How's this?
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Gone, and so abruptly Her businesse might allow her breath to thanke me For my rich present; but Ile follow her; I wo'd not meet the King here; if shee prove Gentle, my heart I consecrate to love. My pretty Domitilla, now you are My guest, tis fit whom I have made my charge Should live within my eyes, welcome once more to Court. You are bounty Sir it selfe, and binde A Virgins prayers. What art thou yet prepar'd To heare his name, I would declare thy husband. The King. The Duke; this confirmes it. Vnlucky fate he has spied me. Thou shalt have A little patience, while the Duke and I Change some discourse in private. I Obey He is sent off; I hope the King is not In love with her himselfe. Now my Lord, what Alone, I see you can addresse your selfe To a handsome Lady. He has prevented mē. Where I receive favour I shall never Want heart to acknowledge. That rule binds to all. It does but with distinction, to pay. But with distinction to pay, First love to those that best deserves it from us. Tis justice Sir. This granted, there's another Whom though you can forget, my sister Sir Deserves to be remembred. You are jealous That I visite this Lady. That were onely To doubt; I must be plaine; Florence has not Beene kind to Naples to reward us with Affront for love, and Theodosia must not Be any Princes mockery. I can Take boldnesse too, and tell you Sir it were More for hēr honour, shee would mock no Princ I am not lost to Florence yet, though I Be Naples guest, and I must tell him here I came to meet with faire and Princely treaties Of love, not to be made the tale of Italy, The ground of Scurrile pasquills, or the mirth Of any Lady, who shall preingage Her heart to anothers bosome, and then sneake Off like a tame despised property, When her ends are advanc'd. I understand not This passion; yet it points upon something That may be dangerous to conclude; Theodosia Is Naples sister, and I must not see Her lost to honour, though my kingdome bleed To rescue her. Now you are passionate; Tis I must be repair'd; my name is wounded, And my affection betrayed; your sister That lookes like a faire starre, within lovs skie Is falne, and by the scattering of her fires Declaes shee has alliance with the earth, Not heavenly nature. Are my senses perfect; Be clearer Sir; teach me to understand This prodigie; you doe not scorne our sister? Not I; as she has title to your blood Shee merits all ambition, shee is a Princesse, Yet no staine to her invention, we are paralells Equall, but never made to meet. How's this?