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 0.79 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Thou art a fool, cannot I cast Borgia's skin off when I please, I must See my fair sister at a minute's warning, Thou art evidence for me; father I wait you, My sisters there you say, do not doubt me; At worst, I'll have a trick to keep my head on: Come friend and Gentlemen. We attend. You have prevailed Ursini: yet we thought Of all men living you would least have been A suitor for his pardon, but 'tis signed He owes you for his life. Your mercy rather, I have considered madam I did lose A brother, whose repair I shall not find Now in another's blood, the Gentleman Hath suffered, though not what the Laws determine, Many years' penance, so severe, perhaps That he is come by offering himself now A sacrifice to your justice, to prevent A death more killing, still to live a stranger To his own friends and country. If your charity Extend so far, the rest we have dispensed with, He is returned for certain? he is either Weary of life, or master of a confidence That might have been his ruin. This will make Your art of mercy shine the brighter Madam. It will, but let me ask you good my Lord, Does this proceed out of a clear forgiveness: Time I allow may qualify the thought Of our revenge, and something else of pity May so take off the roughness of our soul That we may have a noble charity To our enemy, but has your end no mixture Of something else, that may advance a hope To satisfy desire some other way? No turn to profit or delight? be plain; For I must know your breast. You shall see through me, I dare not wear a thought less than transparent, I love his sister Madam, fair Cornelia With those intents become me, in that flame I sacrifice all thoughts that wound her brother And wish no happier satisfaction, And by that charm of her consent to love My brother is redevivd in Borgia. You're brief, yet plain; how point Cornelia's Affections. I have wooed her but in compliment, And though there may be sons to admit My services, I find she is all obedience To her father, whom the apprehension Of his son's fortune may have indisposed To a present reconcilement. This one act Will make him kind, and form him to your wishes. If they might have the happiness to be Propounded by your highness to Mercutio, I prophesy success, pardon great Madam, If after all your princely favours I Beg this with many blushes, love is graced By dwelling on your breath. Ursini since The Duke died you have found no loss in out Esteem, to his ashes I have paid that duty To grace whom he affected, and be confident We shall not deny this, is he not come yet? He will attend your grace— who wait. Signior Mercutio Expects your grace's pleasure, with him his son Borgia My brother.
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Thou art a foole, cannot I cast Borgies skin off when I please, I must See my faire sister at a minuts warning, Thou art evidence for me; father I waite you, My sisters there you say, doe not doubt me; At worst, Ile have a tricke to keepe my head on: Come friend and Gentlemen. We attend. You have prevail'd Vrsini: yet we thought Of all men living you would least have beene A sutor for his pardon, but tis sign'd He owes you for his life. Your mercy rather, I have consider'd madam I did lose A brother, whose repaire I shall not finde Now in anothers blood, the Gentleman Hath suffer'd, though not what the Lawes determine▪ Many yeares pennance, so severe, perhaps That he is come by offering himselfe now A sacrifice to your justice, to prevent A death more killing, still to live a stranger To his owne friends and countrey. If your charitie Extend so farre, the rest we have dispenc'd with, He is return'd for certaine? he is either Wearie of life, or master of a confidence That might have beene his ruine. This will make Your art of mercy shine the brighter Madam. It will, but let me aske you good my Lord, Does this proceede out of a cleare forgivenesse: Time I allow may qualifie the thought Of our revenge, and something else of pittie May so take off the roughnesse of our soule That we may have a noble charitie To our enemy, but has your end no mixture Of something else, that may advance a hope To satisfie desire some other way? No turne to profit or delight? be plaine; For I must know your brest. You shall see through me, I dare not weare a thought lesse than transparent, I love his sister Madam, faire Cornelia With those intents become me, in that flame I sacrifice all thoughts that wound her brother And wish no happier satisfaction, And by that charme of her consent to love My brother is redevivd in Borgia. Y'are briefe, yet plaine; how point Cornelias Affections. I have wooed her but in complement, And tho there may be sonnes to admit My services, I finde she is all obedience To her father, whom the apprehension Of his sonnes fortune may have indisposd To a present reconcilement. This one act Will make him kinde, and forme him to your wishes. If they might have the happinesse to be Propounded by your highnesse to Mercutio, I prophesie successe, pardon great Madam, If after all your princely favors I Begge this with many blushes, love is grac'd By dwelling on your breath. Ursini since The Duke dyed you have found no losse in out Esteeme, to his ashes I have paid that dutie To grace whom he affected, and be confident We shall not deny this, is he not come yet? He will attend your grace—who waite. Signior Mercutio Expects your graces pleasure, with him his sonne Borgia My brother.