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 0.74 · 520 words
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Though we pardon him We must put on a brow of some displeasure And chide his fault, he may be encouraged else To a second insolence. Gently I beseech you, There may be a punishment within your eye To kill him, and so make the benefit Is meant him, of no virtue, or to himself, Or my design. How is the name of gentleman Dishonoured by such desperate undertakings; That more than guilty of humane blood, do kill Even Charity. theyare admitted. Is that he? We sent for you Mercutio to tell you How much you owe to good Ursini's love, At whose earnest solicit we have signed Young Borgias pardon, if you examine well; You will have cause to place him in the first Rank of your friends. Shall I believe my eyes, My understanding? how is Mercutio blessed? Look boy the pardon, heaven reward thy charities; My Lord for saving one, command the lives Of all our family, thou soul of honour; Look Borgia. What d'ye mean Kneel to the Duchess and acknowledge. What. A pardon for your life. I am lost here Pisauro, an excellent creature. You'll spoil all, she's yet your sister, I do like her too; Kneel for your pardon, and you may choose your gallows In time, wood I were hanged on no worse piece Of timber, how nimbly would I climb the Ladder, ha' you no sense? humble your knees to thank Her highness and that gentleman. Why does That fellow kneel Ursini. 'Tis Signior Borgia, His heart is full of thanks. I look not for 'em, What do I feel? command him rise. Dear Madam. Look calm upon him. she'll reverse the pardon. Are you my brother Sir? As sure as you are my sister; do you doubt me? How now Cornelia, pray excuse me brother, My joy to see you safe doth half transport me. Mercutio. I am converted now, And do believe there are some handsome women; Young Gentleman, not too much, too much at once, Remember you're her brother, he is taken. Your grace is pleased to enlarge my happiness; My daughter is much honoured, but I must Beseech your Lordship to allow we may In such a cause as this, inquire her judgement, And since byth' bounty of your highness, I Have a son now, whose joy may be concerned in't; I would not willingly conclude her marriage Without his voice too. I am confident To incline his favour, since she has declared Herself no enemy. Cornelia. Sir I have a suit to you. You have deserved My life, which ought to waste itself in service. I am an honourer of your fair sister, It rests in you to perfect my ambition. And make her mine. How do you mean my Lord. Now he's put too't, she is Ursini's mistress. As he is Borgia, he can have no Pretence to oppose him, if he discover And be Aurelio again, he destroys all Hope for himself, for I perceive he's taken with her, I know by the motion of his nose, which pants Like the Bellows of an Organ.
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Tho we pardon him We must put on a brow of some displeasure And chide his fault, he may be encourag'd else To a second insolence. Gently I beseech you, There may be a punishment within your eye To kill him, and so make the benefit Is meant him, of no vertue, or to himselfe, Or my designe. How is the name of gentleman Dishonor'd by such desperate undertakings; That more then guiltie of humane blood, doe kill Even Charity. Th'are admitted. Is that he? We sent for you Mercutio to tell you How much you owe to good Ursinis love, At whose earnest solicite we have sign'd Young Borgias pardon, if you examine well; You will have cause to place him in the first Ranke of your friends. Shall I beleeve my eyes, My nnderstanding? how is Mercutio blest? Looke boy the pardon, heaven reward thy charities; My Lord for saving one, command the lives Of all our family, thou soule of honour; Looke Borgia. What de'e meane Kneele to the Dutchesse and acknowledge. What. A pardon for your life. I am lost here Pisauro, an excellent creature. You'l spoile all, Shee's yet your sister, I doe like her too; Kneele for your pardon, and you may choose your gallowes In time, wood I were hanged on no worse peece Of timber, how nimbly would I climbe the Ladder, Ha you no sense? humble your knees to thanke Her highnesse and that gentleman. Why does That fellow kneele Ursini. 'Tis Signior Borgia, His heart is full of thankes. I looke not for em, What doe I feele? command him rise. Deare Madam. Looke calme upon him. Shee'l reverse the pardon. Are you my brother Sir? As sure as you are my sister; do you doubt me? How now Cornelia, pray excuse me brother, My joy to see you safe doth halfe transport me. Mercutio. I am converted now, And doe beleeve there are some hansome women; Young Gentleman, not too much, too much at once, Remember y'are her brother, he is taken. Your grace is pleasd to enlarge my happinesse; My daughter is much honor'd, but I must Beseech your Lordship to allow we may In such a cause as this, enquire her judgement, And since by'th bounty of your highnesse, I Have a sonne now, whose joy may be concernd in't; I would not willingly conclude her marriage Without his voyce too. I am confident To incline his favour, since she has declar'd Herselfe no enemy. Cornelia. Sir I have a suite to you. You have deserv'd My life, which ought to waste it selfe in service. I am an honorer of your faire sister, It rests in you to perfect my ambition. And make her mine. How do you meane my Lord. Now hee's put toot, she is Ursinis mistresse. As he is Borgia, he can have no Pretence to oppose him, if he discover And be Aurelio agen, he destroyes all Hope for himselfe, for I perceive hee's taken with her, I know by the motion of his nose, which pants Like the Bellowes of an Organ.