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 0.84 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Is the Duchess gone? You well distinguish voices, yet she's gone. My joy of soul, dearest Cornelia. 'tis she that I must trust to. is't e'en so? Dear brother, leaving all your studied compliments I do not like your dilatory reasons To Ursini, I may hear you as a brother, But must not trouble you to choose my husband; It is the Duchess pleasure, I should marry Ursini, an advancement more than I Can hope, from your election of a stranger And set your heart at rest, howe'er I seemed Inclining, destiny is not more fixed, Than the affection I owe Ursini, Him I resolve to marry, and before The next day's light is wasted. I am undone A' both sides, hear me yet but speak. What would you say brother? I am not thy brother. How, not Borgia. Not Borgia, the whole town's mistaken My name is Aurelio Andreozzi, I was borne in Milan, with my friend designed To see some service in the German wars; At the first sight I must confess I loved thee: To enjoy thy conversation more freely, I was content to seem what men would call me You tell me wonders. I can give thee proof, But to no purpose now, and tell thee too Enough to make thee think I may be worthy, But since 'tis so, I am glad you ha' discovered Your resolution so soon, good night te'e, I'll make no noise tomorrow, when I take My journey. Stay, he must not be so lost, This is a strange discovery, if you can Bring testimony that you are not Borgia, You shall not Sir repent your coming hither, Nor yet despair of any noble ways That may reward your good opinion, 'tis late; a lover's dream charm all your senses, And waking find your wishes, if you please Until I ask a further satisfaction, Be still concealed. There may be hope, although My first love I confess reflect on this, The Duchess yet, had not been much amiss, WHy, I shall hardly take thee for my own natural child. Let me alone with my son, if I do not fit him, let me never find the way into my own breeches again, I would be loath to die in a wrong case and be mistaken in another world; is the music ready, and the wine father? can the fellows do their dance handsomely, in stead of a mask to entertain his highness, I am sorry my legs are out of tune, I have a great mind to be capering. My own wit, my own natural wit to a hair. Not too much hair of your own, and wit together, father, 'tis not the fashion:de' hear, whatsoever I say, be you drunk time enough to justify it, the bills shall be discharged without scrupulous examination, souse in wine and give him Sea room, if his head leak we will pump his breeches, he shall not sink with all his ballast I warrant him. A witty crack, and my own boy still.
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Is the Dutchesse gone? You well distinguish voyces, yet shee's gone. My joy of soule, deerest Cornelia. Tis she that I must trust to. I'st e'en so? Deare brother, leaving all your studied complements I doe not like your dilatory reasons To Ursini, I may heare you as a brother, But must not trouble you to choose my husband; It is the Dutchesse pleasure, I should marry Ursini, an advancement more then I Can hope, from your election of a stranger And set your heart at rest, how ere I seem'd Inclining, destinie is not more fixt, Then the affection I owe Ursini, Him I resolve to marry, and before The next daies light is wasted. I am undone A 'both sides, heare me yet but speake. What would you say brother? I am not thy brother. How, not Borgia. Not Borgia, the whole towne's mistaken My name is Aurelio Andreozzi, I was borne in Millan, with my friend design'd To see some service in the German warres; At the first sight I must confesse I lov'd thee: To enjoy thy conversation more freely, I was content to seeme what men would call me You tell me wonders. I can give thee proofe, But to no purpose now, and tell thee too Enough to make thee thinke I may be worthy, But since 'tis so, I am glad you ha' discover'd Your resolution so soone, good night te'e, Ile make no noyse to morrow, when I take My journey. Stay, he must not be fo lost, This is a strange discovery, if you can Bring testimony that you are not Borgia, You shall not Sir repent your comming hither, Nor yet despaire of any noble wayes That may reward your good opinion, Tis late; a lovers dreame charme all your senses, And waking finde your wishes, if you please Vntill I aske a further satisfaction, Be still conceal'd. There may be hope, although My first love I confesse reflect on this, The Dutchesse yet, had not beene much amisse, VVHy, I shall hardly take thee for my owne naturall child. Let me alone with my on, if I do not fit him, let me never finde the way into my owne breeches agen, I would be loath to die in a wrong case and bee mistaken in another world; is the musicke ready, and the wine father? can the fellowes doe their dance hansomely, in stead of a maske to entertaine his highnesse, I am sorry my legges are out of tune, I have a great minde to be capering. My owne wit, my owne naturall wit to a haire. Not too much haire of your owne, and wit together, father, tis not the fashion: de' heare, whatsoever I say, be you drunk time enough to justifie it, the bills shall be discharged without scrupulous examination, sowse in wine and give him Sea roome, if his head leake we will pumpe his breeches, he shall not sinke with all his ballast I warrant him. A witty cracke, and my owne boy still.