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 0.80 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I shall Madam; she's gone into the Garden, and commands I give access to none but Borgia; If he come, she has given me another office To keep the door, it has been a preferment. I will do't now in spite of my own humour, Ha boy! something will come on't, if he have The grace to nick this opportunity. The evening wastes apace, I cannot be Too soon at my desires, who's that? he's come; Already Borgia. One stands sentinel, Is that the word? who names Borgia. My son. The same. This evening make thee happy, enter, no ceremony I am not now against thy being a Duke, Prove fortunate my boy, and bless thy father. So, so, if it were noon, and the Sun looked With his broad brightest eye upon's, there are Convenient cozening Arbours, cost bestowed On pretty mazes, labyrinths of love, You might be there secure, and entertain Sweet time, most tall and fashionable hedges In whose enclosures, Ladies that are willing May lose themselves, and the next walk no wiser; Now I think on't, this Cloister with the help Of such an evening might be dark enough For such a turn; many a gentle woman Has been content to embrace upon worse terms Oh the Court lobbies, but I tell no tales, Another moving this way, by his favour The Gardens taken up. 'tis the best way To say I am the Duke, that if he follow He may prevent his own access. Umph, umph. That name will make the gates fly open to me And I pass undiscovered. What are you? Here do thy office, I am the Duke. The Duke Your grace must pardon me, I am commanded To admit none, her highness will enjoy The garden privately. Lord Mercutio. Your servant, but in this my duty must Aim at another's pleasure, if you be The Duke I cannot help it, I am but Green in my honours, and I would not forfeit 'em With my own head to boot in her first service. Then I'll discover I am Borgia Your son, your happy Borgia, be not you The enemy, and bar my glorious fortune, The Duchess has commanded me this evening To meet her in the Garden, I can tell Thee wonders old Mercutio, she loves me, More I have an assurance from her hand she'll make me Duke old lad. Be not transported For if you be my son do you observe You are yet but Borgia, and I your father Old Mercutio, and old lad. Your pardon Sir, My joy of such a bliss allows no bound, Why are you slow to make your son the happiest Of all mankind, the evenings big with glory The winds do whisper gently whose I am, The birds with Music wait to entertain me Into love's Bower, the Trees bow to my entrance, And she that is the Mistress of all these Will bid me welcome.
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I shall Madam; Shee's gone into the Garden, and commands I give accesse to none but Borgia; If he come, she has given me another office To keepe the doore, it has beene a preferment. I will do't now in spight of my owne humour, Ha boy! something will come on't, if he have The grace to nicke this opportunitie. The evening wastes a pace, I cannot be Too soone at my desires, whoes that? Hee's come; Already Borgia. One stands Centinell, Is that the word? who names Borgia. My sonne. The same. This evening make thee happy, enter, no ceremony I am not now against thy being a Duke, Prove fortunate my boy, and blesse thy father. So, so, if it were noone, and the Sunne look'd With his broad brightest eye upon's, there are Convenient cozining Arbors, cost bestow'd On pretty mazes, ay ths of love, You might be there secure, and entertaine Sweet time, most tall and fashionable hedges In whose inclosures, Ladies that are willing May lose themselves, and the next walke no wiser▪ Now I thinke ont, this Cloyster with the helpe Of such an evening might be darke enough For such a turne; many a gentle woman Has beene content to embrace upon worse termes Oh the Court lobbies, but I tell no tales, Another moving this way, by his favour The Gardens taken up. Tis the best way To say I am the Duke, that if he follow He may prevent his owne accesse. Vmph, umph. That name will make the gates fly open to me And I passe undiscoverd. What are you? Here doe thy office, I am the Duke. The Duke Your grace must pardon me, I am commanded To admit none, her highnesse will enjoy The garden privatly. Lord Mercutio. Your servant, but in this my dutie must Ayme at anothers pleasure, if you be The Duke I cannot helpe it, I am but Greene in my honours, and I would not forfeit 'em With my owne head to boot in her first service. Then Ile discover I am Borgia Your sonne, your happy Borgia, be not you The enemy, an̄d barre my glorious fortune, The Dutchesse has commanded me this evening To meete her in the Garden, I can tell Thee wonders old Mercutio, she loves me, More I have an assurance from her hand Shee'l make me Duke old lad. Be not transported For if you be my sonne doe you observe You are yet but Borgia, and I your father Old Mercutio, and old lad. Your pardon Sir, My joy of such a blisse allowes no bound, Why are you slow to make your sonne the happiest Of all mankinde, the evenings bigge with glory The winds doe whisper gently whose I am, The birds with Musicke waite to entertaine me Into Loves Bower, the Trees bow to my entrance▪ And she that is the Mistresse of all these Will bid me welcome.