Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [licensed for stage, Feb 6] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Madam, my father says I have offended, If so, I beg your pardon, but beseech you For your own glory call not back your word. They are both mad. No more, we have resolved, And since their courage is so nobly flamed, This morning we'll behold the Champions Within the list, be not afraid, their strife Will stretch so far as death, so soon as we Are crowned prepare yourselves, Seleucus. I have received another life in this high favour, And may lose what nature gave me. Arcadius to encourage thy young valour, We give thee our father's sword. Command it from our armoury; Lysimachus, To our Coronation. I'll forfeit My henad for a rebellion then suffer it. I am circled with confusions I'll done somewhat My brains and friends assist me. But do you think they le fight indeed? Perhaps Her Majesty will see about or two. And yet 'tis wondrous strange, such spectacles Are rare i'th' Court, and they were to skirmish naked Before her, than there might be some excuse. There is some gimcracks in't, the Queen is wise Above her years. Macarius is perplexed. I cannot blame him, but my Lord Eubulus Returned, they are both troubled, 'las good men, But our duties are expected, we forget. I must resolve, and yet things are not ripe, My brains upon the torture. This may quit The hazard of his person, whose least drop Of blood is worth more than our families. My Lord Eubulus, I have thought a way To stay the young men's desperate proceed, It is our cause they fight, let us beseech The Queen, to grant us two the privilege Of duel, rather than expose their lives To either's fury; it were pity they Should run upon so black a destiny, We are both old, and may be spared, a pair Of fruitless trees, mossy and withered trunks, That fill up too much room. Most willingly, And I will praise her charity to allow it; I have not yet forgot to use a sword, Let's lose no time, by this act, she will licence Our souls to leave our bodies but a day, Perhaps an hour the sooner; they may live To do her better service, and be friends When we are dead, and yet I have no hope This will be granted, curse upon our faction. If she deny us— What? I would do somewhat— There's something o'th' sudden struck upon My imagination, that may secure us. Name it, if no dishonour wait upon't To preserve them, I'll accept any danger. There is no other way, and yet my heart Would be excus'd but 'tis to save his life. Speak it Eubulus. In your ear I shall, It sha'not make a noise if you refuse it. Hum? though it stir my blood, I'll meet Arcadius, If this preserve thee not, I must unseal Another mystery. We own to all your loves and will deserve At least by our endeavours that none may This day repent their prayers, my Lord Protector.
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Madam, my father sayes I have offended, If so, I begge your pardon, but beseech you For your owne glory call not backe your word. They are both mad. No more, we have resolv'd, And since their courage is so nobly flamed, This morning weele behold the Champions Within the list, be not affraid, their strife Will stretch so farre as death, so soone as we Are Crown'd prepare your selves, Selucus. I have receiv'd another life in this high favour, And may lose what nature gave me. Arcadius to encourage thy young vallour, We give thee our Fathers sword. Command it from our Armory; Lisimachus, To our Coronation. Ile forfeit My hēad for a rebellion then suffer it. I am circled with confusions Ile doē somewhat My braines and friends assist me. But doe you thinke they le fight indeed? Perhaps Her Majesty will see about or two. And yet tis wondrous strange, such spectacles Are rare ith' Court, and they were to skirmish naked Before her, then there might be some excuse. There is some gimcrackes in't, the Queene is wise Above her yeares. Macarius is perplext. I cannot blame him, but my Lord Returne, they are both troubled, las good men, But our duties are expected, we forget. I must resolve, and yet things are not ripe, My braines upon the torture. This may quit The hazard of his person, whose least drop Of blood is worth more then our families. My Lord Eubulus, I have thought a way To stay the young mens desperate proceedings, It is our cause they fight, let us beseech The Queene, to grant us two the priviledge Of duell▪ rather then expose their lives To eithers fury; it were pitty they Should runne upon so blacke a destiny, We are both old, and may be spar'd, a paire Of fruitlesse trees, mossie and withered trunckes, That fill up too much roome. Most willingly, And I will praise her charity to allow it; I have not yet forgot to use a sword, Lets lose no time, by this act, she will licence Our soules to leave our bodies but a day, Perhaps an houre the sooner; they may live To doe her better service, and be friends When we are dead, and yet I have no hope This will be granted, curse upon our faction. If she deny us— What? I wod doe somewhat— There's something oth' suddaine strucke upon My imagination, that may secure us. Name it, if no dishonour waite upon't To preserve them, Ile accept any danger. There is no other way, and yet my heart Would be excus▪d but tis to save his life. Speake it Eubulus. In your eare I shall, It shanot make a noyse if you refuse it. Hum? though it stirre my blood, Ile meet Arcadius, If this preserve thee not, I must unseale Another mystery. We owe to all your loves and will deserve At least by our indeavours that none may This day repent their prayers, my Lord Protector.