Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1626 [licensed for stage, Feb 9] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Go thy ways, and the devil wants a breeder thou Art for him, one spirit and herself are able to furnish Hell and it were unprovided; but I am glad I heard all I shall love hangings the better while I live: I perceive some good may be done behind 'em, But i'll acquaint my Lady Berinthia, Here's her chamber I observed: Madam, Madam Berinthia, whose's there? 'tis I Diego, I am Diego. Honest Diego, what good news, Ya e undone, undone lost, undone for ever; it is time now to be serious. Ha, Where's my Master Antonio's Letter. Here, where, ha, alas, I fear I have lost it. Alas you have undone yourself, and your sister, my Lady Catalina hath found it, and is mad with rage, and envy against you; I overheard your destruction, she hath showed it to Don Valasce, and hath plotted that he shall steal you away this night, the doors shall be lest open the hour after twelve. You amaze me, 'tis impossible. Do not cast away yourself, by incredulity, upon my life your fate is cast, nay more, worse than that. Worse? You must be poisoned too, oh she's a cunning devil, and she will carry it so, that Valasco shall be suspected for your death, what will you do? I am overcome with amazement? Madam remember with what noble love my Master Antonio does honour you, and now both save yourself, and make him happy, how. I am lost man. Fear not, I will engage my life for your safety, Seem not to have knowledge or suspicion, be careful What you receive, lest you be poisoned, leave the Rest to me, I have a crotchet in my pate shall spoil Their music, and prevent all danger I warrant you, By any means be smooth, and pleasant, the devils A knave, your sisters a Traitor, my Master is your noble Friend, I am your honest servant, and Valasco shall Shake his ears like an animal. It is not to be hoped for. Then cut of my ears, slit my nose, and make a devil of me, shall I about it say, 'tis done. Any thing thou art honest, heaven be near, Still to my innocence, I am full of fear. Spur cut and away then. Scarabeo. Sir. Is the door tongue tide, screw yourself half out at one of the crevices, and give me notice what patient approaches me. I can run through the key hole sir. This fucus bears A lively tincture, oh the check must blush That wears it, their deceived that say Art is the ape of nature. Sir. Who is't? My Ladies apron-strings, Mistress Ansilva her chambermaid. Admit her. How now raw head and bloody bones, where's the Doctor Sharkino? oh here he is. How does your virtuous Lady. In good health sir. Where's the Fucus, and the Powder. All is prepared here.
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Goe thy wayes, and the devill wants a brerder thou Art for him, one spirit and her selfe are able to furnish Hell and it were unprovided; but I am glad I heard all I shall love hangings the better while I live: I pereeive some good may be done behind em▪ But ile acquaint my Lady Berinthia, Heres her chamber I observ'd: Madam, Madam Berinthia, Whose there? Tis I Diego, I am Diego. Honest Diego, what good newes, Ya e undone, undone lost, undone for ever; it is time now to be serious. Ha, Wheres my Master Antonioes Letter. Here, where, ha, alas, I feare I have lost it. Alas you have undone your selfe, and your sister, my Lady Catalina hath found it, and is mad with rage, and envy against you; I overtheard your destruction, she hath shewed it to Don Valasce, and hath plotted that he shall steale you away this night, the doores shall be lest open the houre after twelve. You amaze me, tis impossible. Doe not cast away your selfe, by incredulity, upon my life your fate is cast, nay more, worse then that. Worse? You must be poysoned too, oh shees a cunning devill, and she will carry it so, that Valasco shall bee suspected for your deat , what will you doe? I am overcome with amazement? Madam remember with what noble love my Master Antonio does honour you, and now both save your selfe, and make him happy, how. I am lost man. Feare not, I will engage my life for your safety, Seeme not to have knowledge or suspicion, be carefull What you receive, least you be poysond, leave the Rest to me, I have a crotchet in my pate s all spoyle Their musicke, and prevent all danger I warrant you, By any meanes be smooth, and pleasant, the devils A knave, your sisters a Traytor, my Master is your noble Friend, I am your honest servant, and Valasco shall Shake his eares like an annimall. It is not to be hoped for. Then cut of my eares, slit my nose, and make a devill of me, shall I about it say, tis done. Any thing thou art honest, heaven be neare, Still to my innocence, I am full of feare. Spurre cut and away then. Scarabeo. Sir. Is the doore tongue tide, scrue your selfe halfe out a one of the crevices, and give me notice what patient approathes me. I can runne through the key hole sir. This ucus beares A lively tincture, oh the checke mnst blush That weares it, their deceiv'd that say Art is the ape of nature. Sir. Who ist? My Ladies apronstrings, Mistris Ansilva her chambermaide. Admit her. How now raw head and bloody bones, wheres the Doctor Sharkino? oh here he is. How does your vertuous Ladie. In good health sir. Wheres the Fucus, and the Powder. All is prepared here.