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 0.87 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
With your sister, I'll not suspect your love, since fair Cornelia Is not displeased to be directed by Her highness, and be confident my love Shall make the memory of it welcome to you; You will excuse me if I take my leave, These hours are full of business, and I have Many commands upon me. In good time, I am in a good state again, I was an ass To think the Duchess meant me any thing But mockery, she told me so before To make more sport, I ha' lost my sister too, she's for Ursini's carving, I could curse myself to Milan, but 'tis not impossible I may retrieve Cornelia, by giving her A timely satisfaction, I am not Her brother Borgia: there's all the hope is left, I shall be loath To hunt two hares, and after lose them both. son you're well met. Your pleasure Sir. No great pleasure, I am almost hoarse with Enquiring for you, I must ask you a question, First let me examine your countenance. Your meaning Sir? I have no skill in metaposcopy, d'ye know me? I am not discovered sure, What crotchet's this? he's proud, he wonot know me: 'Tis so, he's lost, he is undone, nay, nay, It will become me to stand bare to you Sir, And teach my hams the officious cringe; be covered. I know not how to interpret Sir your language; Yet I would hope you mock me not, although It was the Duchess pleasure to create Mirth from this barren heap, and counterfeit Favours to try my duty, join not you With others to enlarge my scorn, I am not So tame of soul, but I have sense of all Their jeers. Their jeers? whom do you point upon? I dare not name the Duchess; I am all Obedience to her person, yet she might Have placed her giddy humour somewhere else It swells not me with expectation, I was not made for state. Do not you then Think to be Duke. Should any but yourself Name such a title to me, I should answer His question with a frown, and something else To wait upon't, though I engaged my life To a fresh danger, but I am instructed By nature and religion to be calm At what you say. On this condition I'll give thee leave to beat me, 'twas my fear Thou hadst an easy faith, and wert transported Indeed out of thy wits, but since I see Thou art not mad, I will commend a wife to thee To me, I thank you Sir, not yet, I shall be mad indeed then, I will marry None but my sister, take my word. Thy sister? I cannot rail upon the Duchess safely; A wife, my mother's dead. thoud'st not have her? I think you would not have her out of heaven. 'twere little charity, and the whole sex Were in a dead sleep were't not fin to wake 'em; A wife, I'll seek my sister.
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With your sister, Ile not suspect your love, since faire Cornelia Is not displeasd to be directed by Her highnesse, and be confident my love Shall make the memory of it welcome to you; You will excuse me if I take my leave, These houres are full of businesse, and I have Many commands upon me. In good time, I am in a good state agen, I was an asse To thinke the Dutchesse meant me any thing But mockery, she told me so before To make more sport, I ha' lost my sister too, Shees for Ursinis carving, I could curse My selfe to Millan, but tis not impossible I may retrive Cornelia, by giving her A timely satisfaction, I am not Her brother Borgia: Ther's all the hope is left, I shall be loath To hunt two hares, and after lose them both. SOnne y'are well met. Your pleasure Sir. No great pleasure, I am almost hoarse with Enquiring for you, I must aske you a question, First let me examine your countenance. Your meaning Sir? I have no skill in Metaposcopie, De'e know me? I am not discover'd sure, What crotchet's this? Hee's proud, he wonnot know me: 'Tis so, hee's lost, he is undone, nay, nay, It will become me to stand bare to you Sir, And teach my hammes the officious cringe; be cover'd. I know not how to interpret Sir your language; Yet I would hope you mocke me not, altho It was the Dutchesse pleasure to create Mirth from this barren heape, and counterfeit Favors to try my duty, joyne not you With others to enlarge my scorne, I am not So tame of soule, but I have sense of all Their Ieeres. Their Ieeres? whom doe you point upon? I dare not name the Dutchesse; I am all Obedience to her person, yet she might Have plac'd her giddy humor somewhere else It swells not me with expectation, I was not made for state. Doe not you then Thinke to be Duke. Should any but your selfe Name such a title to me, I should answer His question with a frowne, and something else To waite upon't, tho I engag'd my life To a fresh danger, but I am instructed By nature and religion to be calme At what you say. On this condition Ile give thee leave to beate me, 'twas my feare Thou hadstan easie faith, and wert transported Indeede out of thy wits, but since I see Thou art not madde, I will commend a wife to the To me, I thanke you Sir, not yet, I shall be madde indeed then, I will marry None but my sister, take my word. Thy sister? I cannot raile upon the Dutchesse safely; A wife, my mother's dead. Thoud'st not have her? I thinke you wod not have her out of heaven. T'were little Charrity, and the whole sex Were in a dead sleepe wer't not finne to wake 'em; A wife, Ile seeke my sister.