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 0.81 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
To me? I'd rather thank him to forget it Why does he trouble me with letters? yet I'll read 'em. Ha? to be married tomorrow— This is an honest Sentence, my heart bleeds still for wronging you. Clariana 'tis no secret Ha to Eubella, I sha'not conceal my passion, he must not marry Give me the paper Inspire me love i'll cross it Why does thy master boy, send me this letter? I know not sir; unless it be to certify you of his marriage? He will marry now and live honest, heaven give him joy. But it's not so fair to disturb my brain That is not fully settled with his triumphs, What is't to me? He cannot satisfy. My injury if he should court his wife And prevail with her To embrace me too. The Duke he writes, will honour his solemnity His conscience dares not suffer him to invite Me as his guest, why then must I be troubled Cannot he laugh and heme and kiss his bride But he must send me word, whose soul he has Put miserably out of tune. Conceal that letter from all eyes but your Masters. Sirrah you shall return, and say I will die shortly. Heaven forbid sir That is a kind of prayer, who bade thee thee sayo? Then if I must live, I'll find out a Hermit That dwells within the earth or hollow tree. A great way hence there I shall be secure And learn to pray for I want charity— be gone boy Good sir talk not so strangely Fare you well too, I'll come again tomorrow, or I know Not when, I have much business abroad Will you ride forth? Yes, Shall none attend you? No I shall be best alone, you know your chamber There's none so bold to rob me of my grief Yet he that's sad as I; bears his own thief. I Know not what to resolve, this letter has distracted me It is not wisdom to acquaint Eubella, let me peruse't again. Sir, though I have repented my love, which drew my dishonour, I have not lost my charity, and therefore can take no pleasure in your ruin, meet me tomorrow early in the grove behind the Palace, I will discover a plot against your life, I pity your danger, and will secure more joys to your bride, be secret yet and trust her, that is no otherwise than nobly yours, Clariana. 'tis some thing Bellament has designed. For his revenge, did he speak strangely sayst? Very strangely sir, he said he would die shortly Thou didst mistake him, he meant I should die, he won't kill me at the altar? perhaps I shall be poisoned at dinner, a thousand ways there are to let out life I must be certain. Eubella and her father Some truce with my affliction. More welcome than my liberty, Eubella Has made my heart glad with your new character And now my son Hippolito.
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To me? Ide rather thanke him to forget it Why does he trouble me with letters? yet Ile read em. Ha? to be married to morrow—This is an honest Sentence, my heart bleeds still for wronging you. Clariana Tis no secret Ha to Eubella, I shanot conceale my passion, he must not marry Give me the paper Inspire me love ile crosse it Why does thy master boy, send me this letter? I know not sir; unlesse it be to certifie you of his marriage? He will marry now and live honest, heaven give him joy. But its not so faire to disturbe my braine That is not fully setled with his triumphes, What ist to me? He cannot satisfie. My jniurie if he should court his wife And prevaile with her To imbrace me too. The Duke he writes, will honor his solemnity His conscience dares not suffer him to invite Me as his guest, why then must I be troubled Cannot he laugh and hm and kisse his bride But he must send me word, whose soule he has Put miserably out of tune. Conceale that letter from all eyes but your Masters. Sirra you shall returne, and say I will dy shortly. Heaven forbid sir That is a kind of prayer, who bad thee thee sayo? Then if I must live, Ile find out a Hermit That dwells within the earth or hollow tree. A great way hence there I shall be secure And learne to pray for I want charity—be gon boy Good sir talke not so strangely Fare you well too, Ile come agen to morrow, or I know Not when, I have much businesse abroad Will you ride forth? Yes, Shall none attend you? No I shall be best alone, you know your chamber Theres none so bold to rob me of my griefe Yet he thats sad as I; beares his owne thiefe. I Know not what to resolue, this letter has distracted me It is not wisedome to acquaint Eubella, let me perus't agen. Sir, though I have repented my love, which drew my dishonor, I have not lost my charitie, and therefore can take no pleasure in your ruine, meet me to morrow earely in the groue behind the Pallace, I will discover a plot against your life, I pitty your danger, and will secure more ioyes to your bride, be secret yet and trust her, that is no otherwise then nobly yours, Clariana. Tis some thing Bellamente has designd. For his revenge, did he speake strangely saist? Very strangely sir, he said he would dy shortly Thou didst mistake him, he meant I should dy, he wonot ill me at the altar? perhaps I shall be poisoned at dinner, a thousand wayes there are to let out life I must be certaine. Eubella and her father Some truce with my affliction. More welcome then my liberty, Eubella Has made my heart glad with your new character And now my sonne Hippolito.