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 0.86 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Oh the Duke's Character had a powerful sense; And who knows but she may be lost by one Not fit to make her reparation; Could any Nobleman be found in Naples To bind her wound up by so great an act Of secrecy and marriage; but some wind May listen and convey, I know not whether, What my sad breath has scattered in the air; Thy Master has no servant that dares take One sorrow from him. You are Sir provided Of more than that can rise to in my service. Canst thou be so compassionate to lose Thy hopes of richer beauty, for my sake? dar'st thou with all this knowledge hide her stain, And marry her? My duty to your Majesty Shall marry me to death; let not this trouble The quiet of your heart; I'll take Theodosia, And think upon her as she had the whiteness Of my good Angel. thouart a miracle; Teach me but which way I may reward this love; Till now I had no poverty; thy worth Will make me everlastingly in debt; What shall I say? Great Sir, no more; your favours Flow from a bounty, which hath only heaven Above it. They are all trifles; let me see, Is nothing in thy power to make thee find My gratitude? how barren are we, wealth, Honour. there's nothing good or great you have not Freely possessed me with; your favours would, So mighty have they fall'n upon me, rather Express a storm, and I had sunk beneath The welcome violence, had not your love From whence they flowed, enabled me to strength And manly bearing. I was improvident To reserve nothing, or it was a fault In thee to be so prodigal of merit In thy past services; canst thou think of nothing Worth my addition. Nothing Sir. I have it, And thank my better genius I have it, Such a reward Montalto that I dare Be modest yet pronounce, never did Prince Exceed it to his friend. Sir you amaze me, And shame my want of merit. In the title, Let Kings peruse the benefit and study An imitation to their best loved creatures; theyare great as fortune can invent; I'll teach thee A way Montalto, to know all thy friends. And enemies. That were a precious knowledge, Were it in nature; with your highness' pardon The hearts of men are not to be measured With what we reach the stars, or fathom Seas; Oh he that's active in a state has more. Chained to him by the power and strength of office, Then genuine respect; and 'tis not worth Or person, but the fortunes of a Statesman That sometimes men adore. 'tis true; and therefore I am proud in this that I can teach thee look Into men's souls, to know 'em fit for scorn, or Thy embraces. How may this Sir be done? Almost i'th' twinkling of an eye too.
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Oh the Dukes Character had a powerfull sence; And who knowes but shee may be lost by one Not fit to make her reparation; Could any Nobleman be found in Naples To binde her wound up by so great an act Of secrecy and marriage; but some winde May listen and convey, I know not whether, What my sad breath has scatter'd in the aire; Thy Master has no servant that dares take One sorrow from him. You are Sir provided Of more then that can rise to in my service. Canst thou be so compassionate to lose Thy hopes of richer beauty, for my sake? Darst thou with all this knowledge hide her stain, And marry her? My duty to your Majestie Shall marry me to death; let not this trouble The quiet of your heart; Ile take Theodosia, And thinke upon her as shee had the whitenesse Of my good Angell. Th'art a miracle; Teach me but which way I may reward this love; Till now I had no poverty; thy worth Will make me everlastingly in debt; What shall I say? Great Sir, no more; your favours Flow from a bounty, which hath onely heaven Above it. They are all trifles; let me see, Is nothing in thy power to make thee finde My gratitude? how barren are we, wealth, Honour. Ther's nothing good or great you have not Freely possest me with; your favours would, So mighty have they falne upon me, rather Expresse a storme, and I had suke beneath The welcome violence, had not your love From whence they flowed, inabled me to strength And manly bearing. I was inprovident To reserve nothing, or it was a fault In thee to be so prodigall of merit In thy past services; canst thou thinke of nothing Worth my addition. Nothing Sir. I have it, And thanke my better genim I have it, Such a reward Montalto that I dare Be modest yet pronounce, never did Prince Exceede it to his friend. Sir you amaze me, And shame my want of merit. In the title, Let Kings peruse the benefit and study An imitation to their best loved creatures; Th'are great as fortune can invent; Ile teach thee A way Montalto, to know all thy friends. And enemies. That were a pretious knowledge, Were it in nature; with your highnesse pardon The hearts of men are not to be measured With what we reach the starres, fadome Seas; Oh he thats active in a state has more. Chainde to him by the power and strength of office, Then genuine respect; and tis not worth Or person, but the fortunes of a Statesman That sometimes men adore. Tis true; and therefore I am prud in this that I can teach thee looke Into mens soules, to know 'em fit for scorne, or Thy embraces. How may this Sir be done? Almost 'ith twinckling of an eye too.