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 0.78 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Your pardon Sir That thus I steal upon you, I would hope My sister— Cornelia. Cornelia is in health. And will be a glad soul to embrace her brother Your pardon Sir that I seemed strange to you. 'Tis recompense now that you please to own me. Iulio an honest gentleman, and one That loves us Borgia. I hear my Uncle Has left us— A good estate, there's the less cause To mourn for him. We must all tread that path, Here is a friend of mine to whose trust and favour I have been much engaged. Sir what I want In language, I'll supply with other welcome, Please you to honour my poor wife. The service Of my unworthy life is yours, command it, I would you had another handsome daughter. I presume you were presented a glad object To Lucio, your affections grew from children. To Lucio we carry but one heart. Do not forget his name now. But my son We dwell to long thus public, let us perfect Our ceremony at home, Pietro One of the favourites creatures. 'tis the Duchess, Command Mercutio you wait upon her Presently at Court, and bring young Borgia Along we to expect her grace's pleasure. We must obey. What makes your countenance change Sir. My fears poor Borgia for thee. For me. how's that? his fears? While my aged arms are in, A loving contention to embrace thee, I wish thee from hence this ground betrayed thee, Embark again, the Seas have used thee kindly, Trust them again, or any land but this: This will undo us both, the joy of seeing thee Made me forget thy danger. Danger Sir, What have I done, to call these fears upon you? Take heed, be wise, I know not what to think on't What hast done sayst, nothing to dishonour thee, Thou killed'st him fairly. Killed I think; you were best Be Aurelio again, and leave your sister But I'll fish out the circumstance, walk melancholy. Prithee do. Although your son has pleased To call me friend, I find he has reserved Something he would not credit to my bosom; I have observed his trouble, but unwilling By moving questions to renew his sufferings: If my particular knowledge of his fate May be no prejudice, though it be without My verge to serve him, I can willingly Share in their grief that love him. You speak nobly, 'twas his misfortune Sir provoked to kill A Gentleman, brother to Ursini, who Was favourite to the Duke deceased, and now Graced by the Duchess, by whose power he may Command him dead, these summons I suspect; But take my counsel Borgia, and deceive His expectation of revenge, once more He bids thee fly; would slay thee in his heart, Let me run their displeasure. Not for me Sir, I am resolved, 'tis better die at home, Then waste my life an exile, I'll to Court w'ye. You're not mad.
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Your pardon Sir That thus I steale upon you, I wod hope My sister— Cornelia. Cornelia is in health. And will be a glad soule to imbrace her brother Your pardon Sir that I seem'd strange to you. 'Tis recompence now that you please to owne me. Iulio an honest gentleman, and one That loves us Borgia. I eare my Vncle Has left us— A good estate, ther's the lesse cause To mourne for him. We must all tread that path, Here is a friend of mine to whose trust and favour I have beene much engag'd. Sir what I want In language, Ile supply with other welcome, Please you to honour my poore wife. The service Of my unworthy life is yours, command it, I wod you had another handsome daughter. I presume you were presented a glad object To Lucio, your affections grew from children. To Lucio we carry but one heart. Doe not forget his name now. But my sonne We dwell to long thus publique, let us perfect Our ceremony at home, Pietro One of the favorits creatures. Tis the Dutchesse, Command Mercutio you waite upon her Presently at Court, and bring young Borgia Along wee to expect her graces pleasure. We must obey. What makes your countenance change Sir. My feares poore Borgia for thee. For me. Howes that? his feares? While my ag'd armes are in, A loving contention to imbrace thee, I wish thee from hence this ground betrayd thee, Embarke agen, the Seas have usd thee kindly, Trust them agen, or any land but this: This will undoe us both, the joy of seeing thee Made me forget thy danger. Danger Sir, What have I done, to call these feares upon you? Take heede, be wise, I know not what to thinke on't What hat done saist, nothing to dishonour thee, Thou kildst him fairely. Kild I thinke; you were best Be Aurelio agen, and leave your sister But Ile fish out the circumstance, walke melancholy. Prithee doe. Although your sonne has pleasd To call me friend, I finde he has reservd Something he wod not credit to my bosome; I have observ'd his trouble, but unwilling By moving questions to renew his sufferings: If my particular knowledge of his fate May be no prejudice, tho it be without My verge to serve him, I can willingly Share in their griefe that love him. You speake nobly, Twas his misfortune Sir provok'd to kill A Gentleman, brother to Vrsini, who Was favorite to the Duke deceasd, and now Grac'd by the Dutchesse, by whose power he may Command him dead, these summons I suspect; But take my counsell Borgia, and deceive His expectation of revenge, once more He bids thee flie; would slay thee in his heart, Let me runne their displeasure. Not for me Sir, I am resolv'd, 'tis better dye at home, Then wast my life an exile, Ile to Court we'. Y'are not mad▪