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 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Ursini, I have thought how to supply That place of Secretary that is vacant, see That Borgia be sworn, we apprehend His fitness. Madam. I hope this will please you Ursini, we can grace whom you present; He is more gentleman than to forget How for your sake we honour him; I shall Betray too much of women, Borgia Attend us; come Cornelia, Ursini, Mercutio, make the Court not so much stranger. I'll follow: what dost think of this Pisauro. I think the duchess loves thee, and make use on't, Lose no applications, that't her Secretary, A degree to more inward endearments, If she do love thee, and— What prithee? she knows best What appetite she has, let men counsel thee, Be not modest, we are made. What? Thy father a Count, thou a Duke, Ursini A Coxcomb, I a fine gentleman, and one That would be glad of the worst of your New female acquaintances. There are no faces here. B not you a Tyrant, Ile doe pennance In a white sheet with thy sister for't. NO Signior Aurelio come yet? No master to be heard on, he is a fine Gentleman to use his Squire o' this fashion; where should he be, he commanded me not to be drunk, he is drunk; and drunk and dead drunk, he would have had the grace to reel home to his lodging before this time of night else: let me see, what if the flesh have led him a to side? He is fall'n into some brake, some wench has tied him by the legs, and nothing else can excuse him to me; yet now I think on't, he does forget Pimponio, he was not wont to be his own purveyor, my art for the choice of his pullen, has been allowed if he do get and so forth an excuse for Physic, and come home foundered, the disease was none of my choosing, it came not through my office; stay, what if my Signior be dead? umph? dead? my heart misgives, they may be killed, my master has the spirit of fighting in him, and his companion is the Devil at it, an aglet hole or two in their hearts, and in a strange place, my Signiors, are never missed, 'tis so, if he be dead— bring forth the portmanteau. Sir? Bring forth my portmanteau my diminutive knave, and tell thy father I would speak with him, he is dead, he would not have trusted me so long with his money else, now will I make myself his heir, defy the world and Aurelio's Ghost; but first of all I must outface mine host, so let me examine; very good linings, bag and baggage, you are mine own, Thy father call him hither. He is coming Sir, 'tis very late. Never too late to tell money, fetch me a brace of gennets I will mount 'em, a Covey of Courtesans; stay Pimponio, be not mad before thy time, who shall I say I am? a Prince at least, I have it; Here comes mine Host.
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Vrsini, I have thought how to supply That place of Secretary that is vacant, see That Borgia be sworne, we apprehend His fitnesse. Madam. I hope this will please you Vrsini, we can grace whom you present▪ He is more gentleman than to forget How for your sake we honor him; I shall Betray too much of women, Borgia Attend us; come Cornelia, Vrsini, Mercutio, make the Court not so much stranger. Ile follow: what dost thinke of this Pisauro. I thinke the Dutćhesse loves thee, and make use on't, Lose no applications, that't her Secretary▪ A degree to more inward indeerements, If she doe love thee, and— What prethee? Shee knowes best What appetite she has, let mē counsell thee, Be not modest, we are made. What? Thy father a Count, thou a Duke, Vrsini A Coxcombe, I a fine gentleman, and one That would be glad of the worst of your New female acquaintances. There are no faces here. B not you a Tyrant, Ile doe pennance In a white sheete with thy sister for't. NO Signior Aurelio come yet? No master to be heard on, he is a fine Gentleman to use his Squire o' this fashion; where should he be, hee commanded me not to bee drunke, he is drunke; and drunke and dead drunke, hee would have had the grace to reele home to his lodging before this time of night else: let me see, what if the flesh have led him a to side? He is falne into some brake, some wench has tyed him by the legges, and nothing else can excuse him to me; yet now I thinke on't, he does forget Pimponio, he was not wont to be his owne purveyor, my art for the choice of his Pullin, has beene allow'd if he doe get and so forth an excuse for Physicke, and come home founderd, the disease was none of my choosing, it came not through my office; stay, what if my Signior be dead? umph? dead? my heart misgives, they may be kild, my master has the spirit of fighting in him, and his companion is the Divell at it, an aglet hole or two in their hearts, and in a strange place, my Signiors, are never mist, tis so, if he bee dead—bring forth the Port-Mantue. Sir? Bring forth my Port-mantue my deminitive knave, and tell thy father I would speake with him, he is dead, he would not have trusted me so long with his mony else, now will I make my selfe his heire, defie the world and Aurelios Ghost; but first of all I must ourface mine hoast, so let me examine; very good lynings, bagge and baggage, you are mine owne, Thy father call him hither. He is comming Sir, tis very late. Never too late to tell money, fetch me a brace of gennets I will mount em, a Covey of Curtisans; stay Pimponio, be not mad before thy time, who shall I say I am? a Prince at least, I have it; Here comes mine Host.