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 0.78 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
The Duke of Ferrara with a glorious train Is come to Court, and as the loud voice is Given out by himself, to claim you for his wife, For which he has your promise. How our promise? Can Princes be so insolent, beshrew His haste, but we shall lose much of our honour To give no ceremony to his person? howe'er our thoughts point, we will entertain him And dress our face in smiles. His looks renew My sufferings, I have not power to manage My wild affection, my heart will not Be denied but by a secret destiny. Ha, Cornelia I hope you are not courting Borgia, He is your brother, know your place within Our train. she's jealous, jealous, stars I thank you, 'tis clear as light she does affect me now: Did she not put me too't, to name my mistress, Yet in a shadow pointed at herself? Be she the proudest, greatest in our Duchy Without all limitation, I marked that And had my sense— if great above your fortune We can raise you to her equality: Fine morals, poor Cornelia loves me too, But I must give her no encouragement: Her grace is much the better woman— ha, She appeared discontent when first Cornelia Brought her the news, yet they march lovingly Together, but that ceremony must Be allowed at Court, where shift of face and tongue Are wisely to be practised— my good Lord. Your servant Borgia. 'tis her grace's pleasure every gentleman That has relation to the Duke, taste all The bounties of her Court. How's this? None dare To affront a Groom on forfeit of his place, Let all the offices of entertainment Be free and open. I shall signify These her commands. And they that of her own Court are ambitious to express their duties Let it appear in keeping this day solemn To wine and mirth, that every brow may speak A joy and welcome to the Duke. I shall. Here's like to be a triumph, with your Lordship's Pardon; was that the Duke of Ferrara Yes of Urbin shortly, when their marriage Is perfect, every subject's heart prays for it, And sent their acclamations to heaven To see her highness lovingly salute him, he's a brave Prince. A good round gentleman, He did not fly hither; I heard talk of an Ambassador. A cloud for his own person Till his affairs came to maturity. He stood concealed toth' Duchess, but last night He gained her princely word to marry him, And is this morning bright in his own glories. Last night. I'll build more faith upon his honour Fast as a contract. To what painted Paradise Would she ha' led me? wood I had my sister now. With this joy I had forgot my own, Borgia; Brother Let not the sound be unwelcome, 'tis the duchess's Pleasure to honour her unworthy creature Ursini, by appointment of our marriage To Wait on hers. What marriage?
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The Duke of Ferrara with a glorious traine Is come to Court, and as the loud voyce is Given out by himselfe, to claime you for his wife, For which he has your promise. How our promise? Can Princes be so insolent, beshrew His haste, but we shall lose much of our honour To give no ceremony to his person? How e're our thoughts point, we will entertaine him And dresse our face in smiles. His lookes renew My sufferings, I have not power to manage My wilde affection, my heart will not Be denied but by a secret destinie. Ha, Cornelia I hope you are not courting Borgia, He is your brother, know your place within Our traine. Shee's jealous, jealous, starres I thanke you, Tis cleare as light shee does affect me now: Did she not put me too't, to name my mistris, Yet in a shaddow pointed at her selfe? Be she the proudest, greatest in our Dutchy Without all limitation, I mark'd that And had my sense—if great above your fortune We can raise you to her equalitie: Fine moralls, poore Cornelia loves me too, But I must give her no encouragement: Her grace is much the better woman—ha, She appeard discontent when first Cornelia Brought her the newes, yet they march lovingly Together, but that ceremony must Be allow'd at Court, where shift of face and tongue Are wisely to be practiz'd—my good Lord. Your servant Borgia. Tis her graces pleasure every gentleman That has relation to the Duke, taste all The bounties of her Court. How's this? None dare To affront a Groome on forfeit of his place, Let all the offices of entertainment Be free and open. I shall signifie These her commands. And they that of her owne Court are ambitious to expresse their duties Let it appeare in keeping this day solemne To wine and mirth, that every brow may speake A joy and welcome to the Duke. I shall. Here's like to be a triumph, with your Lordships Pardon; was that the Duke of Ferrara Yes of Urbin shortly, when their marriage Is perfect, every subjects heart prayes for it, And sent their acclamations to heaven To see her highnesse lovingly salute him, Hee's a brave Prince. A good round gentleman, He did not flie hither; I heard talke of an Embassadour. A cloud for his owne person Till his affaires came to maturitie. He stood conceal'd toth' Dutchesse, but last night He gain'd her princely word to marry him, And is this morning bright in his owne glories. Last night. Ile build more faith upon his honour Fast as a contract. To what painted Paradise Would she ha' led me? wood I had my sister now. With this joy I had forgot my owne, Borgia; Brother Let not the sound be unwelcome, tis the Dutchesses Pleasure to honour her unworthy creature Ursini, by appointment of our marriage To Waite on hers. What marriage?