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 0.81 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
About it then, I'll have My part i'th' interlude, lose no time boy, Thou shalt be Prince of Pigmyland for this: The Duchess, I'll withdraw. My Lord, you make me wonder, challenge me Of promises? though I acknowledge it, No act that could reflect with a dishonour Upon our person, yet we must not be So jested into marriage, you are a Prince Of an unquestioned merit, take not these Imaginary ways to advance your hopes In us, we are yet free as you my Lord, And shall not in a dream give up ourself, Were we disposed to marry or contract ourself, the day shall witness it without A blush, let guilty souls call night to cover Their promises, we are innocent. Good Madam Render me not so lost to my own senses, To the honour of a Prince basely to coin A language for my purpose, though you may Repent the last night's freedom, and correct Your judgement of me, make me not so miserable To let the Court think I invented this As destitute of nobler ways to move you, But I presume this is to try my patience And make my joys at last more precious By this delay; I know you are all virtue And cannot stain yourself by a denial Of any syllable you speak. With pardon Of your grace, I shall laugh if you persist thus: You had a pleasant dream, but lovers Are flattered in their sleep, I speak to you. Then Madam I take leave, to tell you 'tis not Done like a Princess of that character We have received, and if I had no witness I see what mirth we are prepared for. Witness There is too much at stake my Lord already, To rack this argument for your own fame, Proceed not to enlarge it, we would rather Confess some guilt against ourself, then let You honour be exposed to such straight censure For loving us, yet if you would be silent In this we shall be proud, in other things To have denied you nothing, and be ashamed You took our Court so unprepared to honour you. Was ever such a mockery, I see I must produce more testimony, you see Can justify if you please, I have affirmed Nothing but truth, although my willing ear Catched up the voice, she spoke it to you signior. What my good Lord? That she resolved to marry us. Your excellence Must pardon me, I heard her highness speak No language to that purpose. We honour You Borgia for acquitting us. 'tis truth her highness never spoke so, but I did Whom supposed the Duchess, and this must Sound hope in him to be so negative. It seems you have concluded, Madam, I Must be the general mirth. I find Cornelia's Cunning in this and must apply some compliment For our own honour, good my Lord your privacy.
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About it then, Ile have My part i'th enterlude, lose no time boy, Thou shalt be Prince of Pigmieland for this: The Dutchesse, Ile withdraw. My Lord, you make me wonder, challenge me Of promises? tho I acknowledge it, No act that could reflect with a dishonour Vpon our person, yet we must not be So jeasted into marriage, you are a Prince Of an unquestiond merit, take not these Imaginary wayes to advance your hopes In us, we are yet free as you my Lord, And shall not in a dreame give up our selfe, Were we disposd to marry or contract Our selfe, the day shall witnesse it without A blush, let guiltie soules call night to cover Their promises, we are innocent. Good Madam Render me not so lost to my owne senses, To the honour of a Prince basely to coine A language for my purpose, though you may Repent the last nights freedome, and correct Your judgement of me, make me not so miserable To let the Court thinke I invented this As destitute of nobler wayes to move you, But I presume this is to try my patience And make my joyes at last more pretious By this delay; I know you are all vertue And cannot staine your selfe by a denyall Of any syllable you speake. With pardon Of your grace, I shall laugh if you persist thus: You had a pleasant dreame, but lovers Are flatterd in their sleepe, I speake to you. Then Madam I take leave, to tell you tis not Done like a Princesse of that character We have receiv'd, and if I had no witnesse I see what mirth we are prepar'd for. Witnesse There is too much at stake my Lord already, To racke this argument for your owne fame, Proceede not to enlarge it, we would rather Confesse some guilt against our selfe, then let You honour be expos'd to such strait censure For loving us, yet if you would be silent In this we shall be proud, in other things To have denyed you nothing, and be asham'd You tooke our Court so unprepard to honour you. Was ever such a mockery, I see I must produce more testimony, you see Can justifie if you please, I have affirm'd Nothing but truth, altho my willing eare Catch'd up the voyce, she spake it to you signior. What my good Lord? That she resolv'd to marry us. Your excellence Must pardon me, I heard her highnesse speake No language to that purpose. We honour You Borgia for acquitting us. Tis truth her highnesse never spake so, but I did Whom supposd the Dutchesse, and this must Sound hope in him to be so negative. It seemes you have concluded, Madam, I Must be the generall mirth. I finde Cornelias Cunning in this and must apply some complement For our owne honour, good my Lord your privacie.