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 0.77 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
You observe— away— We may be just Philoberto, Yet not destroy another attribute, Which shows whose representative we are; Mercy becomes a King; too much can be But thought a sin on the right hand; we are Resolved. Madam you are welcome. I begin To fear there is some spell upon the King; If after this Montalto shall prevail, Let innocence be stronger to the world, And heaven be afraid to punish vice. Remove For a few minutes. I obey. You tell me wonders Madam; 'las poor Lady, I shall then have enough to reconcile; She was too hasty to interpret me Her lover. If you Sir apply no cure, The fond impression may I fear endanger Her sense and life; I urged Montalto Sir By your command, before his change of fortune, But she took no delight to hear him named. No, no, nor I; good heaven how I am troubled How to repair this pretty piece of innocence, Whom I have brought into a waking dream Of passion; something I must do; pray tell me, But tell me truth; I charge thee by thy duty To me, to Naples, and to heaven, or if There be in woman's faith, or thy Religion Any thing else to make it up a full And perfect conjuration. You fright me; Without these not a thought within my heart But you have power to summon. Tell me then, Is Domitilla virtuous? How Sir? Is she exceeding virtuous; is she most Divinely chaste; can she do more than blush At wanton sounds; will she be very angry At an immodest offer, and be frighted To hear it named; tell me; does she pray And weep, and would be torn upon the rack Ere she consent to stain one virgin thought: Or dares she more than Lucrece kill herself To save her honour, or do something more Miraculously than all this to preserve Her white name to posterity. I know not How to reply to these particulars; But if your meaning be to have me speak Truth of her modest and pare thoughts, she is All that her mother can beseech of heaven To bless a child with of so chaste a soul, And virtuous simplicity. No more; I do believe, and will find out a way To make her satisfaction; 'tis just; Say I desire her presence. Now you bless us; A widow's prayers and tears for this great bounty. Your sister and the Duke Sit. There's new trouble. Never so lovingly united; The pleasant language of their eyes and gestures Doth speak their hearts at peace. That would rejoice me. Take us to your love; All jealousies are banished, and we both Breath from one soul. My wonder and my joy. Your pardon. Take my bosom. The misfortune Kept us at distance, was your creature's act. The clouds are now removed. Lord Montalto, Sir. Let Music speak His dear approach; we sent for him. How's this: Let me entreat you to obscure your persons A while.
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You observe—away— We may be just Philoberto, Yet not destroy another attribute, Which shewes whose repre sentative we are; Mercy becomes a King; too much can be But thought a sinne on the right hand; we are Resolv'd. Madam you are welcome. I begin To feare there is some spell upon the King; If after this Montalto shall prevaile, Let innocence be stronger to the world, And heaven be afraid to punish vice. Remove For a few minuts. I obey. You tell me wonders Madam; las poore Lady, I shall then have enough to reconcile; Shee was too hasty to interpret me Her lover. If you Sir apply no cure, The fond impression may I feare indanger Her sence and life; I urg'd Montalto Sir By your command, before his change of fortun, But shee tooke no delight to heare him namde. No, no, nor I; good heaven how I am troubled How to repaire this pretty peece of innocence, Whom I have brought into a waking dreame Of passion; something I must doe; pray tell me, But tell me truth; I charge thee by thy duty To me, to Naples, and to heaven, or if There be in womans faith, or thy Religion Any thing else to make it up a full And perfect conjuration. You fright me; Without these not a thought within my heart But you have power to summon. Tell me then, Is D mitilla vertuous? How Sir? Is shee exceeding vertuous; is she most Divinely chast; can shee doe more then blush At wanton sounds; will shee be'very angry At an immodest offer, and be frighted To heare it nam'd; tell me; does shee pray And weepe, and wod be torne upon the racke Ere shee consent to staine one virgin thought: Or dares shee more then Lucrece kill her selfe To save her honour, or doe something more Miraculously then all this to preserve Her white name to posterity. I know not How to reply to these particulars; But if your meaning be to have me speake Truth of her modest and pare thoughts, shee is All that her mother can beseech of heaven To blesse a childe with of so chast a soule, And vertuous simplicity. No more; I doe beleeve, and will finde out a way To make her satisfaction; tis just; Say I desire her presence. Now you blesse us; A widdowes prayers and teares for this great bounty. Your sister and the Duke Sit. There's new trouble. Never so lovingly united; The pleasant language of their eyes and gestutes Doth speake their hearts at peace. That would rejoyce me. Take us to your love; All jealousies are banish'd, and we both Breath from one soule. My wonder and my joy. Your pardon. Take my bosome. The misfortune Kept us at distance, was your cratures act. The clouds are now remov'd. Lord Montalto, Sir. Let Musicke speake His deare approach; we sent for him. How's this: Let me intreate you to obscute your persons A while.