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 T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 510 words
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Sir she must not yet, 'tis dangerous. Choose thee a second then, this Count and I Mean to leave honour here. Honour me sir. 'tis done, Sebastiano shall report Antonio just and noble, Sforza swear Upon my Sword, oh do not hinder me If victory crown Sebastiano's arm. I charge thee by thy honesty restore This Lady to him, on whose lip I seal My unstained faith. umh, 'tis a rare physician, my spirit is abated. Brother. Brother. And wilt thou be dishonoured? Oh do not wrong the Gentleman, believe it Dishonour ne'er dwelled here, and he hath made A most religious vow, not in a thought To stain my innocence, he does not force me Remember, what a noble friend, you make A most just enemy, he saved my life, Be not a murderer, take yet a time, Run not yourself in danger for a cause Carries so little justice. Faith sir, if you please take a time to think on't, a month or two or three, they shall not say but we are honourable. You gave him to my heart a Gentleman, Seb whisp. Complete with goodness, will you rob the world And me at once, alas I love him. Never man fought with a lesser heart, the conquest Will be but many deaths, he is her brother, My friend, this poor girl's joy. With all my heart, I'll post to Avero presently. Let it be so Antonio. Alas poor Castabella, what a conflict seest thou within thee, their fight woundeth thee, And I must die, who ere hath victory: Then friend again, and as Sebastiano, I bid him welcome, and who loves Antonio Must speak that language. Enough, not a Masty upon the Castle wall, But shall bark too, I congratulate thee, if thou Beelest friend to the Castle of Eluas, and still my name Is Sforza. Well said my brave Adelautado, come Sebastiano, And my Birinthia by tomorrow we shall know The truth of our felicity. What are the Nobles more than common men When all their honour cannot free them from Shame and abuse; as greatness were a mark Stuck by them but to give direction For men to shoot indignities upon them? Are we called Lords of riches we possess, And can defend them from the ravishing hand Of strangers, when our children are not safe From thieves and robbers, none of us can challenge Such right to wealth and fortunes of the world, Being things without us; but our children are Essential to us, and participate Of what we are: part of our very nature, ourselves but cast into a younger mould, And can we promise, but so weak assurance Of so near treasures. O Villarezo shall Thy age be trampled on, no, it shall not, I will be known a father, Portugal Shall not report this infamy unrevenged, It will be a bar in Vilarezo's arms Past all posterity; Come Catalina, thou wilt stay with me, Prepare to welcome home Sebastiano, Whom I expect with honour, and that baggage Ambitious girl Berinthia.
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Sir she must not yet, tis dangerous. Choose thee a second then, this Count and Meane to leave honor here. Honour me sir. Tis done, Sebastiano shall report just and noble, Sforza sweare Vpon my Sword, oh doe not hinder me If victory crowne Sebastianoes arme. I charge thee by thy honesty restore This Lady to him, on whose lip I seale My unstain'd faith. Vmh, tis a rare physitian, my spirit is abated. Brother. Brother. And wilt hou be dishonourd? Oh doe not wrong the Gentleman, beleeve it Dishonour nere dwelt here, and he hath made A most religious vow, not in a thought To staine my innocence, he does not force me Remember, what a noble friend, you make A most just enemy, he sav'd my life, Be not a murtherer, take yet a time, Runne not your selfe in danger for a cause Carries so little justice. Faithsir, if you please take a time to thinke on't, a month or two or three, they shall not say but wee are honorable. You gave him to my heart a Gentleman, Seb whisp. Compleate with goodnesse, will you rob the world And me at once, alas I love him. Never man fought with a lesser heart, the conquest Will be but many deathes, he is her brother, My friend, this poore girles joy. With all my heart, Ile post to Avero presently. Let it be so Antonio. Alas pore Castabella, what a conflict Feest thou within thee, their fight woundeth thee, And I must die, who ere hath victory: Then friend againe, and as Sebastiano, I bid him welcome, and who loves Antonio Must speake that language. Enough, not a Masty upon the Castle wall But shall barke too, I congratulate thee, if thou Beelest friend to the Castle of Eluas, and still my name Is Sforza. Well said my brave Adelautado, come Sebasti , And my Birinthia by to morrow we shall know The truth of our felicity. What are the Nobles more than common men When all their honour cannot free them from Shame and abuse; as greatnesse were a marke Stucke by them but to give direction For men to shoote indignities upon them? Are we call'd Lords of riches we possesse, And can defend them from the ravishing hand Of strangers, when our children are not safe From theeves and robbers, none of us can challe ge Such right to wealth and fortuues of the world, Being things without us; but our children are Essentiall to us, and participate Of what we are: part of our very nature, Our selves but cast into a younger mold, And can we promise, but so weake assurance Of so neere treasures. O Villarezo shall Thy age be trampled on, no, it shall not, I will be knowne a father, Portugall Shall not report this infamy unreveng'd, It will be a barre in Vilarez es armes Past all posterity; Come Cat lina, thou wilt stay with me, Prepare to welcome home Sebastiano, Whom I expect with honour, and that baggage Ambitious girle Berinthia.