Shirley, James · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [licensed for stage, Apr 23, 1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · St. Werburgh Street, Dublin T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.88 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Strange. I seem to frown upon thee. How Sir? Dost apprehend me; I will counterfeit That I am displeased with thee; do not mistake me, And have it voiced about the Court, thou art Confin'd, dost mark; at this will all thy enemies Whose hearts thou canst not see, their tongues before By thy great power silenced, join in faction Complain, discover their whole stock of malice, Tickling their spleens, that thou art out of favour, Whom I shall hear and smile at; then all those Whose honest souls deserve thee, will rise up, The champions of thy same o'th' other side And be so many Orators to make Thy faith and honour shine; when this done, The scene is changed, I send for thee; thou comest With a most glorious train; and then I'll smile, Take thee again i'th' sight of all, discover 'twas but a trick, thy friends keep still thy bosom, And thou in triumph shoot'st a scorn with mine To strike all envy dumb; Is't not a rate one? I cannot do enough for thee Montalto. You have found out a way I must confess; But with your pardon, I shall be more able To do: you service in the other ignorance, Than ruin a desperate hazard in this knowledge; Some hold it sin, and capital enough To have the Princess favour, which once lost Though but in suspicion; they may rage, And like a torrent rise to o'erwhelm nature. These sha'not wound thee. And how other Judges May wrest the actions of a man employed Though ne'er so faithful to his King and state. I am confident of thy justice and decree, Thy triumph in't; thy goodness thus conspicuous Renders thee loved, and fit for Theodosia When she is brightest; the Sunne never smi More cheerful upon teeming earth, Than I to find thee perfect; for I do But seem displeased; come, I will have it so; If thou dost love me, no dispute, but let me Pursue my fancy meant to do thee honour. Who waits? Now it begins; Attend my Lord Montalto to his Chamber, Where our will is, he be cozened until Our pleasure further known. How's this? Aloi. Confin'd! No ceremony Sir; when that's done, We ease you of the trouble too of waiting; You know the way my Lords to your own lodgings, From whence on peril of our anger stir not Until we send for you— Octavio. Do we not dream. Something would creep Like a dead sleep upon me; I am in A Labyrinth; but hence with coward fear; I know the worst; grim death can but translate Me hence, and there's an end of death and fate. He comforted and counseled Domitilla; I have my part in love's affliction. This I feared I must acquaint the King; where is your fellow Bombo? his mirth might now be seasonable. he's gone Madam. Gone, whither?
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Strange. I seeme to frowne upon thee. How Sir? Doest apprehend me; I will counterfeit That I am displeas'd with thee; doe not mistake me, And have it voic'd about the Court, thou art Consin'd, doest marke; at this will all thy enemies Whose hearts thou canst not see, their tongues before By thy great power silend, joyne in faction Complaine, discover their whole stocke of malice, Tickling their spleenes, that thou art out of favour, Whom I shall heare and smile at; then all those Whose honest soules deserve thee, will rise up, The champions of thy same o'th other side And be so many Oratours to make Thy faith and honour shine; when this done, The scene is chang'd, I send for thee; thou commest With a most glorious traine; and then Ile smile, Take thee agen i'th sight of all, discover Twas but a tricke, thy friends keepe still thy bosome, And thou in triumph shoot'st a scorne with mine To strike all envie dumbe; Ist not a rate one? I cannot doe enough for thee Montalto. You have found out a way I must confesse; But with your pardon, I shall be more able To do: you service in the other ignorance, Then ru a desperate hazard in this knowledge; Some hold it sinne, and capitall enough To have the Princes favour, which once lost Though but in suspition; they may rage, And like a torrent rise to o'rewhelme nature. These sha'not wound thee. And how other Indges May wrest the actions of a man imployed Though ne're so faithfull to his King and state. I am confident of thy justice and decree, Thy triumph in't; thy goodnesse thus concuous Renders thee loved, and fit for Theodosia When she is brightest; the Sunne never smi More cherefull upon teeming earth, Then I to finde thee perfect; for I doe But seeme displeas'd; come, I will have it so; If thou dost love me, no dispute, but let me Pursue my fancie meant to doe thee honour. Who waites? Now it begins; Attend my Lord Montalto to his Chamber, Where our will is, he be consin'de untill Our pleasure further knowne. How's this? Aloi. Consin'd! No ceremony Sir; when that's done, We ease you of the trouble too of waiting; You know the way my Lords to your owne lodgings, From whence on perill of our anger stirre not Vntill wee send for you—Octavio. Doe we not dreame. Something wo'd creepe Like a dead sleepe upon me; I am in A Labirinth; but hence with coward feare; I know the worst; grim death can but translate Me hence, and there's an end of death and fate. He conforted and counsel'd Domitilla; I have my part in loves affliction. This I fear'd I must acquaint the King; where is your fellow Bombo? his mirth might now be seasonable. Hee's gone Madam. Gone, whither?