Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Nov 14] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I do not say she is, I do but ask whether she be or no, there be as handsome creatures none dispraised, that take money for their warren, have I answered you my bold Merchant of dung in a wheel barrow? How now jackalent is shreds of Satin, I shall swing you with a horse-rod, you whippet Go meddle with your master's Gelding, and cheat him in the provender to keep you in perpetual pots of Ale, when you entertain the kitchenmaid in the hayloft, talk of my Master? Meddle with my Mistress? Yes I'll speak to her to allow you a less proportion of clean straw to rub boots and lie in sirrah, you think you are at rack and manger, when you divide beans with the horses and help to foul the stable Sirrah whelp that has eaten knotgrass, do not provoke me lest I fetch a smith and curry your thin sides Mine you bean-shifter, would you durst no better ride booty at the horse match or cosen your Master i'th' next parcel of Oats, I fear you not my canvas servingman with half a livery, groom o'th' stable once removed from the farrier. What at difference? Both No not we Madam. Sirrah come hither. Entreat my father meet me at Court, I shall sir There's no haste for my Nag yet. About your business sira. My business is below stairs, and with a Gelding, what he may prove I know not well, what I think I will keep to myself, my Lady may be honest enough, but he that is borne to be a Cuckold shall never die a bachelor. Duke My Lord you are welcome Give me leave to tell Your highness I suspect it. Why should a Prince dissemble? This dialect becomes you not Sir sir I must be honest Father Eubella express thy duty To him thou call'st a father, for thy own Sake leave this place, the Court's afire How sir Canst thou not see the flames that threaten thee? Sebastian's wild But you would make her tame, look look Eubella The Duke himself burns, do not his eyes spark With lust, his very breath will blast thee I fear this will be dangerous, good sir, If yet thou hast not lost thy innocence I charge thee, by thy mother's memory And colder ashes, keep thyself unstained Let no temptation corrupt a thought thouart richer in thy chastity, than all The Kings of earth can make thee, if thou fall Thou kill'st my heart All this for thy sake we forbear to punish, But you should know my Lord Lord me no Lords I groan under the burden of your honours And here resign all, give me but my daughter Let not your passion strangle thus your reason Let not a sin so black as lust degrade A Prince and register thy dishonoured name With foul adulteries youare very bold I would preserve the name of our yet honest family I fear she is o'er come already, I do not like her silence.
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I do not say she is, I do but aske whether she be or no, there be as hansome creatures none dispraisd, that take mony for their warren, have I answerd you my bold Marchant of dung in a wheele barrow? How now Iackalent is shreeds of Satten, I shall swing you with a horse-rod, you whippet Go meddle with your masters Gelding, and cheate him in the provender to keepe you in perpetuall pots of Ale, when you entertaine the Kitchinmaide in the hayloft, talke of my Master? Meddle with my Mistresse? Yes Ile speake to her to allow you a lesse proportion of cleane straw to rubb bootes and ly in sirra, you thinke you are at rack and manger, when you devide beanes with the horses and helpe to foule the stable Sirra whelpe that has eaten knot-grasse, do not provoke me least I fetch a smith and curry your thin sids Mine you beane-shifter, would you durst no better ride booty at the horse match or cosen your Master ith next parcell of Oates, I feare you not my canvas serving-man with halfe a livery, groome othe stable once removd from the farrier. What at difference? Both No not we Madam. Sirra come hither. Entreat my father meet me at Court, I shall sir Theres no hast for my Nag yet. About your businesse sira. My businesse is below staires, and with a Gelding, what he may prove I know not well, what I thinke I will keepe to my selfe, my Lady may be honest enough, but he that is borne to be a Cuckold shall never dy a bachelor. Duke My Lord you are welcome Give me leave to tell Your highnesse I suspect it. Why should a Prince dissemble? This dialect becomes you not Sir sir I must be honest Father Eubella expresse thy duty To him thou calst a father, for thy owne Sake leave this place, the Court's a fire How sir Canst thou not see the flames that threaten thee? Sebastian's wild But you would make her tame, looke looke Eubella The Duke himselfe burnes, do not his eyes sparcke With lust, his very breath will blast thee I feare this will be dangerous, good sir, If yet thou hast not lost thy innocence I charge thee, by thy mothers memory And colder ashes, keepe thy selfe unstaind Let no temptation corrupt a thought Th'art richer in thy chastity, then all The Kings of earth can make thee, if thou fall Thou kilst my heart All this for thy sake we forbeare to punish, But you should know my Lord Lord me no Lords I grone under the burden of your honors And here resigne all, give me but my daughter Let not your passion strangle thus your reason Let not a sinne so blacke as lust degrade A Prince and register thy dishonord name With foule adulteries Yare very bold I would preserve the name of our yet honest famil I feare she is ore come already, I do not like her silence.