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 0.68 · 460 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
It has undone me. Undone thee how? I know not whether it be my wit or clothes, Or disposition of the place, or all Together, but I am sure I am in love, I find it by the losing of my stomach; I am most strangely in love. With whom? I know not. Can you not guess. I hope 'tis with myself, for I did vow When my first mistress died which was, What? A dairy maid that we had i'th' Country, To love no living woman 'bove an hour; She was the very cream of all her Sex; Oft have we churned together. And drunk healths In Buttermilk. But do you hope you are in love with yourself Sir. Marry do I Sir; is that so wonderful at Court. You are pleasant. let's be rid on him. Come you shall now speak with the King, And he shall knight thee; more honours may follow. You shall excuse me; put your honours Upon somebody else. Do you know what 'tis. I have not read of late. But you are much given to hearing, What is honour. Honour a bubble is that is soon broke, A glow-worm seeming fire, but has no smoke. There's fire and water. And smoke for air; A painted Sunbeam, piece of gilded Chaff, And he that trusts leans to a broken staff. You should have reconciled the four elements To the conceit; there was fire, air, water; Where's the earth. Oh he that leans to a broken staff shall Find that presently. The King. King be your leave; I vanish. This paper contains wonder; 'tis not possible. Upon my life Sir, Philoberto can demonstrate these. The Devil has not art To abuse us so; this will require some counsel; he's here, Montalto; leave us. Sir your pleasure. Is all in thee; haste met with Philoberto? Not yet. No matter; I have thought upon't, And do conclude it best to let things pass Yet in a dream; choice and enquiry may Awake suspicion upon innocence. You cannot think her guilty Sir. I am not Without some fears; I have collected things Since we conferred, that stagger my good thoughts. Of her you cannot; Sir unthink again, whatever would betray her to your jealousy; A virgin's Monument cannot be more chaste Ith' Temple. Yes, yes; we may be all cozened; And therefore let her pass among things desperate; Yet were I certain she were spotted thus, As 'tis but a young Leprosy upon her, I could wish heartily my Sister timely Married, not to the Duke that would betray us, But to some one I know not, who could love Us both, so well as be that rare friend And save our honours. Do you then suspect her.
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It has undone me. Vndone thee how? I know not whether it be my wit or clothes, Or disposition of the place, or all Together, but I am sue I am in love, I finde it by the losing of my stomacke; I am most strangely in love. With whom? I know not. Can you not guesse. I hope tis with my selfe, for I did vow When my first mistresse dyed which was, What? A dairy maide that we had i'th Countrey, To love no living woman bove an houre; Shee was the very creame of all her Sex; Oft have we churn'd together. And drunke healths In Butter-milke. But doe you hope you are in love with your selfe Sir. Marry doe I Sir; is that so wonderfull at Court. You are pleasant. Lets be rid on him. Come you shall now speake with the King, And he shall knight thee; more honours may follow. You shall excuse me; put your honours Vpon some body else. Doe you know what tis. I have not read of late. But you are much given to hearing, What is honour. Honour a buble is that is soone broke, A Gloworme seeming fire, but has no smoake. There's fire and water. And smoake for ayre; A painted Sun-beame, peece of gilded Chaffe, And he that trusts leanes to a broken staffe. You should have reconcil'd the foure elements To the conceit; there was fire, aire, water; Wheres the earth. Oh he that leanes to a broken staffe shall Finde that presently. The King. King bee your leave; I vanish. This paper containes wonder; tis not possible. Vpon my lise Sir, Philoberto can demonstate these. The Divell has not art To abuse us so; this will require some counsell; Hee's here, Montalto; leave us. Sir your pleasure. Is all in thee; hast met with Philoberto? Not yet. No matter; I have thought upon't, And doe conclude it best to let things passe Yet in a dreame; choise and enquiry may Awake suspition upon innocence. You cannot thinke her guilty Sir. I am not Without some feares; I have collected things Since we conferr'd, that stagger my good thoughts. Of her you cannot; Sir unthinke agen, What ever would betray her to your jealousy; A Virgins Monument cannot be more chaste Ith Temple. Yes, yes; we may be all cozend; And therefore let her passe among things desperate; Yet were I crtaine shee were spotted thus, As tis but a young Leprosie upon her, I could wish heartily my Sister timely Married, not to the Duke that would betray us, But to some one I know not, who could love Vs both, so well as be that rare friend And save our honours. Doe you then suspect her.