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 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Stand too't and say he is a counterfeit A mere impostor, be not beaten out on't. Are you Duke of Ferrara sirrah, ha. I am Duke of all the world, what's that to thee? High German stand close to me. A true Prince needs no buckler. Sirrah dar'st usurp my name? 'tis mine, thou art a counterfeit, I hope your grace will know me another time. A base affront my Lord, and suspect A plot of Borgias to dishonour you, He durst not stay to face it. I'll have's hair, As for this wretch. Do, do, I looked for this, a true Prince can bear. Madam you have not used me well. I say no more. Let him go madam, I'll call him to account hereafter. We are displeased, hence with that fool and whip him. What's the matter? You must be whipped and striped my scurvy Don. Whip a Prince? what d'ye mean? You must be Duke of Ferrara. Duke of a Fiddlestick, you do not mean, to let me Catch an Ague Gentlemen? The lash when the fit comes will keep you warm, do you know one Pimponio, he was a footman, you will be in case to overtake him presently, he has the heels on you, and you cannot give him so much weight, now you are light, stay but a little we'll send you a whip. How am I transformed, Duke of Ferrara quotha, would I were any thing, I know not what I am as they have handled me. Is the Duke gone? Yes Madam. I'll have the fool hanged then. That's I. Alas poor fellow, ha, ha, ha, what art thou? Nothing, I hope she does not know me again, I must deny myself. Come hither Sirrah, Whose device was it to bid you say you were Duke of Ferrara? Alas not I Madam, he is gone. Who is gone? The insolent fellow that made a fool of your highness. Whether is he gone? To obey your grace and be whipped. Why do you shake so? I'm very warm and please your grace. Where be your clothes? My clothes? I never wore any more in my life, I sweat with these. He has punishment enough, who waits? Bid Borgia attend us. I shall Madam. How now sirrah, what are you? A Tumbler, do you know me? I know thee? What not Pimp. honest Pimponio. Signior Borgia her grace calls for you. I attend. How signior Borgia? than I am not I, and there is no Staying here to find myself, as I remember some friends of mine, did promise me a comfortable whip, I'll rather venture a cold then stay for't, I must be Dukified, be persuaded into kicks— they'll return, I wonot tempt my destiny, she promised to hang me, and I can do that for myself when I have a mind too't. Kick that fellow out of the Court.
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Stand too't and say he is a counterfeit A meere impostor, be not beaten out on't. Are you Duke of Ferrara sirrah, ha. I am Duke of all the world, what's that to thee? High German stand close to me. A true Prince needs no buckler. Sirrah darst usurpe my name? Tis mine, thou art a counterfeit, I hope your grace will know me another time. A base affront my Lord, and suspect A plot of Borgias to dishonour you▪ He durst not stay to face it. Ile have's heare, As for this wretch. Doe, doe, I look'd for this, a true Prince can beare. Madam you have not usd me well. I say no more. Let him goe madam, Ile call him to account hereafter. We are displeasd, hence with that foole and whip him. Whats the matter? You must be whipt and strip'd my scurvie Don. Whip a Prince? what de'e meane? You must be Duke of Ferrara. Duke of a Fiddle-sticke, you doe not meane, to let me Catch an Ague Gentlemen? The lash when the fit comes will keepe you warme, doe you know one Pimponis, he was a footman, you will be in case to overtake him presently, hee has the heeles on you, and you cannot give him so much weight, now you are light, stay but a little wee'l send you a whip. How am I transform'd, Duke of Ferrara quotha, wud I were any thing, I know not what I am as they have handled me. Is the Duke gone? Yes Madam. Ile have the foole hang'd then▪ That's I. Alas poore fellow, ha, ha, ha, what art thou? Nothing, I hope she does not know me agen, I must deny my selfe. Come hither Sirrah, Whose devise was it to bid you say you were Duke of Ferrara? Alas not I Madam, he is gone. Who is gone? The insolent fellow that made a foole of your highnesse. Whether is he gone? To obey your grace and be whip'd. Why doe you shake so? I'me very warme and please your grace. Where be your cloathes? My cloathes? I never wore any more in my life, I sweat with these. He has punishment enough, who waites? Bid Borgia attend us. I shall Madam. How now sirrah, what are you? A Tumbler, doe you know me? I know thee? What not Pimp. honest Pimponio. Signior Borgia her grace calls for you. I attend. How signior Borgia? then I am not I, and there is no Staying here to finde my selfe, as I remember some friends of mine, did promise me a comfortable whip, Ile rather venture a cold then stay fort, I must be Dukified, be perswaded into kickes—they'l returne, I wonnot tempt my destinie, she promisd to hang me, and I can doe that for my selfe when I have a minde toot. Kicke that fellow out of the Court.