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 0.75 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
My Lord y'are welcome to us, very welcome We have kept our word, and find you have not lost Your confidence; what a brave armour is An innocent soul? How like a cock it bids Defiance to a storm, against whose ribs The insolent waves, but dash themselves in pieces, And fall and hide their heads in passionate How would a guilty person tremble now, Look pale, and with his eyes chained to the ground Betray his fear of justice. Where should honour Shine with his pure and native lustre Where there is such a King, so good, so great, The example and reward; he must be A rebel twice to virtue that can live To be convinced of a dishonour near Such an instructive goodness. Where be all his fierce accusers? Call 'em to his presence, Whom all their envies would destroy. So, so; The King is charmed. They are gone upon the first News of my Lords return they vanished Sir. So may all reason fly the brow of innocence: 'tis well said; but they sha' not fly their names; Read there just to our thoughts, they apprehended Thee lost in our displeasure (where's our sister) And now they came to be revenged Montalto, Upon our favours. Right, and please your grace. There's something may concern your want of grace Andrugio, Philoberto. We are undone Guido, and I see more Engines are levelled at my fate. The King would have your Lordship peruse this. And these. That you may know your friends and enemies. Lost, lost for ever. Sir you know You have obliged the Princess Theodosia And the Duke to you, and you may presume To use their favours, they are here. 'twere better For me they had no being. I did never Expect this; to accuse me for the death Of Riviero; but I must obey This fatal revolution. Why does Montalto kneel. I dare not ask your pardon, Only I beg you would put on a brow Rough as the cause you have to make it frown, And that may strike me dead without more torment. Ingrateful man? am I rewarded thus, Not only with my faith abused and subjects, But wounding all our honours. Let him find your mercy Sir For his offence to me. I must not, dare not pardon; 'twere a sin In me of violence to heaven and justice. You have been a Royal Master. Take him hence; His life will draw a scorn upon the Kingdom; Expect the censure of our laws you gentlemen; We only banish from the court. You are merciful. Pray and be honest. That last will be the greatest penance to My passion would be strong but here is one Come to divert the stream; how is it with My pretty Domitilla; you and I May change some words in private. The King is just, and 'tis within your silence To make Montalto nothing. He will sink Apace without that weight upon him; malice Shall have no share in my revenge.
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My Lord y'are welcome to us, very welcome We have kept our word, and finde you have not lost Your confidence; what a brave armour is An innocent soule? How like a ocke it bids Defiance to a storme, against whose ribbes The insolent waves, but dash themselves in peeces, And fall and hide their heads in passion How would a guilty person tremble now, Looke pale, and with his eyes to the ground Betray his feare of justice. Where should honour Shine with his pure and Where there is such a King, so good, so great, The example and reward; he must be A rebell twice to that can live To be convinc'd of a dishonour neare Such an instructive goodnesse. Where be all his fierce accusets? Call 'em to his presence, Whom all their envies would destroy. So, so; The King is charm'd. They are gone upon the first Newes of my Lords they vanish'd Sir. So may all reason fly the brow of innocence▪ Tis well said; but they sha not fly their names; Reade there just to our thoughts, they apprehended Thee lost in our displeasure (wheres our sister) And now they came to be reveng'd Montalto, Vpon our favours. Right, and please your grace. Theres something may concerne your want of grace Andrugio, Philoberto. We are undone Guido, and I see more Engines are leveld at my fate. The King would have your Lordship peruse this. And these. That you may know your friends and enemies. Lost, lost for ever. Sir you know You have obliged the Princesse Theodosia And the Duke to you, and you may presume To use their favours, they are here. Twere better For me they had no beeing. I did never Expect this; to accuse me for the death Of Riviero; but I must obey This fatall revolution. Why does Montalto kneele. I dare not aske your pardon, Onely I beg you would put on a brow Rough as the cause you have to make it frowne, And that may strike me dead without more torment. Ingratefull man! am I rewarded thus▪ Not onely with my faith abus'd and subjects, But wounding all our honours. Let him finde your mercy Sir For his offence to me. I must not, dare not pardon; twere a sinne In me of violence to heaven and justice. You have beene a Royall Master. Take him hence; His life will draw a scorne upon the Kingdome; Expect the censure of or lawes you gentlemen▪ We onely banish from the court. You are mercifull. Pray and be honest. That last wll be the greatest My passion would be strong but here is one Come to divert the streame; how is it with My pretty Domitilla; you and I May change some words in private. The King is just, and tis within your silence To make Montalto nothing. Hee will sinke Apace without that weight upon him; malice Shall have no share in my revenge.