Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Nov 29] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.69 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
He might as well ha' called me Bethlem Gabor; Let's walk on still. Ha Borgia, 'tis he, my noble friend returned, Welcome, a thousand welcomes in thy bosom; Why do you wear this strangeness in your face, Can a few years render me lost to Borgia. Sure he does call me Borgia. Thou wert Unkind in thy departure, with what devotion Could I have been a partner in thy travel And have unequal fortune, being absent Why was not I summoned to wait upon thee In any part o'th' world, but again welcome, When arrived ye. I am very likesome body, They all mistake me thus, we ha' seen no friends since. Is this Gentleman. One dear in my acquaintance. I am your servant, thy unexpected sight Will glad Mercutio's heart, your noble father Who hath long mourned your absence. Good old man, He will rejoice to see him here no doubt on't. Remember my father's name. You have lost an Uncle, but all his estate Your Father is possessed of. Dead! His age Was fit for heaven, his wealth is added to Your fathers to make yours the greater fortune. Take it upon you. Pardon noble friend, I was persuaded time and absence had Wrought such a change upon my face, that no man Would know me again, but though I may to some Appear a stranger, I must stand discovered To a friend's penetrating eye, again Possessed your faithful servant, what's my name. Dear Borgia. Borgia I must remember you. Shall I wait on you to your father Sir. What were I best to do. Your sisters grown a gallant gentlewoman, The only beauty of Urbin, and waits on The Duchess, her soft lips will seal your welcome. A handsome gentlewoman, go. He does but jest, they are all witches here. No more jeers. Go or be lame for ever. Is she grown Worthy that hour you express, and has The Duchess taken her to grace. 'tis more than whispered, The favourite loves her. Who. He that was cause Of your remove Ursini. Cry you mercy, I know him well enough; but does he love her? 'tis rumoured so i'th' court. You will be tripping, Your own heels up. I hope my sister's honest. Who Cornelia. Remember that name too. Let me alone To remember her, Cornelia for more Security, I'll put her in my table book. There is no Lady in the preserves A clearer fame, as modest as she's fair, And so ingenious. I would excuse Her modesty, but she may be converted In time; though sturdy Oak we know, and so forth You speak a welcome Character. Your father It seems his willing ear hath catched the news Of your arrive. Kneel down. See if he first knows me, 'tis a wise father now knows his own child. My dearest Borgia, comfort of my age. My joy of soul, a father's prayers and blessing Make thee a happy man, my eyes must speak Part of my joy in tears, welcome from Naples.
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He might as well ha cald me Bthlem Gabor; Lets walke on still. Ha Borgia, tis he, my noble friend returnd, Welcome, a thousand welcomes in thy bosome; Why doe you weare this strangenesse in your face, Can a few yeares render me lost to Borgia. Sure he does call me Borgia. Thou wert Vnkinde in thy departure, with what devotion Could I have beene a partner in thy travell And have unequall fortune, being absent Why was not I summond to wait upon thee In any part o'th world, but againe welcome, When arriv'd yee. I am very likesome body, They all mistake me thus, we ha seene no friends since. Is this Gentleman. One deare in my acquaintance. I am your servant, thy unexpected sight Will glad Mercutios heart, your noble father Who hath long mourn'd your absence. Good old man, He will rejoyce to see him here no doubt on't. Remember my fathers name. You have lost an Vncle, but all his estate Your Father is possest of. Dead! His age Was fit for heaven, his wealth is added to Your fathers to make yours the greater fortuue. Take it upon you. Pardon noble friend, I was perswaded time and absence had Wrought such a change upon my face, that no man Would know me agen, but tho I may to some Appeare a stranger, I must stand discover'd To a friends penetrating eye, agen Possest your faithfull servant, whats my name. Deare Borgia. Borgia I must remember you. Shall I waite on you to your father Sir. What were I best to doe. Your sisters growne a gallant gentlewoman, The onely beautie of Urbin, and waits on The Dutchesse, her soft lips will seale your welcome. A handsome gentlewoman, goe. He does but jeast, they are all witches here. No more Ieeres▪ Go or be lame for ever. Is she growne Worthy that houre you expresse, and has The Dutchesse taken her to grace. Tis more then whisper'd, The favorite loves her. Who. He that was cause Of your remove Ursini. Cry you mercy, I know him well enough; but does he love her? Tis rumord so ith court. You will be tripping, Your owne heeles up. I hope my sisters honest. Who Cornelia. Remember that name too. Let me alone To remember her, Cornelia for more Securitie, Ile put her in my table booke. There is no Lady in the preserves A clearer fame, as modest as shees faire, And so ingenious. I would excuse Her modestie, but she may be converted In time; tho sturdy Oake we know, and so forth You speake a welcome Character. Your father It seemes his willing eare hath catchd the newes Of your arive. Kneele downe. See if he first knows me, Tis a wise father now knowes his owne child. My dearest Borgia, comfort of my age. My joy of soule, a fatherr prayers and blessing Make thee a happy man, my eyes must speake Part of my joy in teares, welcome from Naples.