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 0.82 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Back to the country house; he heard of my Lord Montalto's disgrace, and the fear of his supplying The place of a favourite, sent him away this morning With all his movables; the country he says Is wholesome, where he will die without fear or wit when His time comes; he durst not stay to see the King. Would we had still been strangers to the Court; Leave us; my daughter is much bound to your grace. It is the King you speak of; pray be careful You speak all goodness of him, he deserves it, And will when I am dead. I'll lose no time. I wish it prosper. I dare not say the King dissembles with me; That were a fault beyond my love; but sure Something he said that made my heart believe He did not mean me for another; and Montalto, whose reward I must be thought, Is now confin'd, and under his displeasure. He will have more care of his honour then To place thee so unworthily; Montalto Has played the cunning traitor with our loves, If I may trust thee noble Philoberto That told me the whole story of his falsehood, Which I before suspected. And if he should despise me as 'tis justice, Will heaven be angry if I love him still; Or will the King call it a treason in me? If he do, I can willingly die for't, And with may last words pray he may live happy; But why am I this trouble to your grace? My story is not worth one of your minutes; Dear Madam pardon me, and teach me how To make my time more happy, spent in something That may concern your highness; you do love too. Madam, the Duke of Florence. How the Duke? Why does he visit me? Madam indeed You may believe I love him not. Admit him I prithee, and conceal me Domitilla; I know he comes a-wooing to thy beauty; I prithee let me hear the second part: I shall against my own desires obey you. The ambition of my eyes can not be thought Immodest, if they ever wish to dwell here; They have found their light again; let no misfortune Be a second cause to bury me in darkness. Your grace's pardon, if my haste to attend The King and his commands made me appear Rude when I left your excellence. This does more Than satisfy. I know not how I may Stand guilty in your thoughts by keeping a Rich Caskanet. You honoured me to accept it. But with a blush I must remember too I did not thank you; there was want of time Or manners; I must leave it to your mercy, And would by any duty to your grace Expiate my error. Madam it is not worth The mention of this gratitude; Your breath Makes the oblation rich, and me who am Encouraged by your virtue, to present you With something of more value, than a world Of these poor empty glories; I dare give you My heart Madam.
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Backe to the country house; he heard of my Lord Montaltoes disgrace, and the feare of his supp'ying The place of a favorite, sent him away this morning With all his moveables; the countrey he saies Is wholesome, where he will dye without feare or wit when His time comes; he durst not stay to see the King. Would we had still beene strangers to the Court; Leave us; my daughter is much bound to your grace. It is the King you speake of; pray be carefull You speake all goodnesse of him, he deserves it, And will when I am dead. Ile lose no time. I wish it prosper. I dare not say the King dissembles with me; That were a fault beyond my love; but sure Something he said that made my heart beleeve He did not meane me for another; and Montalto, whose reward I must be thought, Is now consin'd, and under his displeasure. He will have more care of his honour then To place thee so unworthily; Montalto Has plaid the cunning traytour with our loves, If I may trust thee noble Philoberto That told me the whole story of his falsehood, Which I before suspected. And if he should dispise me as tis justice, Will heaven be angry if I love him still; Or will the King call it a treason in me? If hee doe, I can willingly dye for't, And with may last words pray he may live happy; But why am I this trouble to your grace? My story is not worth one of your minuts; Deare Madam pardon me, and teach me how To make my time more happy, spent in something That may concerne your highnesse; you doe love too. Madam, the Duke of Florence. How the Dake? Why does he visite me? Madam indeed You may beleeve I love him not. Admit him I preethe, and conceale me Domitilla; I know he comes a wooing to thy beauty; I preethe let me heare the second part: I shall against my owne desires obey you. The ambition of my eyes can not be thought Immodest, if they ever wish to dwell here; They have found their light agen; let no misfortune Be a second cause to bury me in darkenesse. Your graces pardon, if my haste to attend The King and his commands made me appeare Rude when I left your excellence. This does more Then satisfie. I know not how I may Stand guilty in your thoughts by keeping a Rich Caskanet. You honor'd me to accept it. But with a blush I must remember too I did not thanke you; there was want of time Or manners; I must leave it to your mercy, And would by any duty to your grace Expiate my errour. Madam it is not worth The mention of this gratitude; Your breath Makes the oblation rich, and me who am Encourag'd by your , to present you With something of more valew, then a world Of these poore empty glories; I dare give you My heart Madam.