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 0.80 · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Strangely altered Since young Borgia took his leave and melancholy: Well, I suspect— What Madam? she'll scarce sleep tonight, for dreaming o'th' Gentleman. He is gone then? Yes, we saw his departure my Lord, He kissed us both, but we put forward sirst, He is the handsom'st Gentleman; d'ee think He wears his own hair? I was about To ask him once, but thought he was modest And would ha' blushed, I would I had his picture. His substance Madam, but take heed, the duchess Must have no rival, how d'ee affect his talk? That was not my part to observe, we did divide Our provinces, each Lady took a member To examine, when we have conferred our notes I'll tell ye what the body of Ladies think on him. Nay we'll take him a pieces ere we ha' done. And who shall set him together again? my Ladies I wait on you. Your Lordship will too much honour us. 'Tis the way to my own lodging. If it were not the way my Lord, your Lordship Could not be destitute of a lodging at Court. Your Charity would relieve me, use my service. There is no such affliction to the soul As that which should preserve it, love, a passion That with consent betrays our understanding, And leaves man but a heap of flame and ruins; I was safe till I had seen her, busy fame Took but possession of my ear, my own Rashness and vanity engaged my person To see what was commended, and I suffer for't, Leave me. 'tis dark my Lord. Thou liest, 'tis light And by these fires I see too much, away, I shall soon reach my lodgings, night and I Shall agree well together, if my stay Be long, remember that you left me under The palace windows, leave to be officious And obey me— till this night she gave me fair Respect, and seemed to allow the loving treaty, I was dull not to uncloud me all this while The knowledge of my person had engaged her Beside my act of love, and so much confidence Past all retreat, and yet she is a woman, Whose nature is unsteady as the waves, Upon which foolish man runs desperate To me a ruin. Fortune thou smil'st too much, I shall suspect Thy giddiness, take eyes to thee and see To what a flattering height thou hast exalted A credulous man. What voice is that, it had A sound of melancholy, darkness secure me. But why make I ridiculous application To fortune? love is only active here; The tyrant love, more blind than chance, I am Full of distraction, there's a labyrinth Within, and more I tread, the more I am lost Betwixt the Duchess and Cornelia My soul divides, I must not be a fool, And for the fable of amorous love Leave state that courts me with a glorious title, And yet Cornelia is fury, and looks Withal the charms of love upon her brow, What will she do when she believes I am No brother?
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Strangely altered Since young Borgia tooke his leave and melancholly: Well, I suspect— What Madam? Sheele scarse sleepe To night, for dreaming oth' Gentleman. He is gone then? Yes, we saw his departure my Lord, He kist us both, but we put forward sirst, He is the hansomst Gentleman; dee thinke He weares his owne haire? I was about To aske him once, but thought he was modest And wod ha blushd, I wod I had his picture. His substance Madam, but take heede, the Datchesse Must have no rivall, how dee affect his talke? That was not my part to observe, we did divide Our Provences, each Lady tooke a member To examine, when we have conferd our notes Ile tell yee what the body of Ladies thinke on him. Nay wee'l take him a peeces e're we ha done. And who shall set him together agen? my Ladies I waite on you. Your Lordship will too much honour us. 'Tis the way to my owne lodging. If it were not the way my Lord, your Lordship Could not be destitute of a lodging at Court. Your Charitie would releeve me, use my service. There is no such affliction to the soule As that which should preserve it, love, a passion That with consent betrayes our understanding, And leaves man but a heape of flame and ruins; I was safe till I had seene her, busie fame Tooke but possession of my eare, my owne Rashnesse and vanitie engagd my person To see what was commended, and I suffer for't, Leave me. Tis darke my Lord. Thou ly'st, tis light And by these fires I see too much, away, I shall soone reach my lodgings, night and I Shall agree well together, if my stay Be long, remember that you left me under The pallace windowes, leave to be officious And obey me—till this night she gave me faire Respect, and seem'd to allow the loving treatie, I was dull not to uncloud me all this while The knowledge of my person had engagd her Beside my act of love, and so much confidence Past all retreate, and yet she is a woman, Whose nature is unsteady as the waves, Vpon which foolish man runnes desperate To me a ruine. Fortune thou smilst too much, I shall suspect Thy giddinesse, take eyes to thee and see To what a flattering height thou hast exalted A credulous man. What voice is that, it had A sound of melancholy, darkenesse secure me. But why make I ridiculous application To fortune? love is onely active here; The tyrant love, more blinde then chance, I am Full of distraction, there's a labyrinth Within, and more I tread, the more I am lost Betwixt the Dutchesse and Cornelia My soule divids, I must not be a foole, And for the fable of amorous love Leave state that courts me with a glorious title, And yet Cornelia is fury, and lookes Withall the charmes of love upon her brow, What will she doe when she beleeves I am No brother?