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 0.85 · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Are you Borgia. There's death in these delays, do not you know me? Or dare you not believe what I affirm Touching the Duchess. I believe you are Borgia to my grief, and do believe What you have said; her grace did appoint me To wait here, and commanded I should give Access to none but Borgia, d'ye mark? She was pleased to tell me, she had business only Concerned your knowledge I dispute not what, But 'tis some excellent affair I am confident, She was so merry about the lips and eyes And praised you to my face. If this have faith w'ee Why am not I admitted? All in good time. The gates should spread themselves. They shall not need, I'll reach them with less trouble▪ But first I have a suit to you. To me, Speak and command it. 'tis within man's remembrance That you did want a pardon, now beg mine, And make what other conditions with the Duchess You please. Your pardon? Yes I am parcel Traitor Against my will, and too much care about My office made me abuse it, I admitted Another gentleman, that deceived me with Your name, and how her grace may punish me Is in my fears, unless you mediate for me. Did any take my name. Yes, and at first Sound I discharged my duty the wrong way And let him in. In? whether? Into the Duchess. I am undone, this minute, I am blasted; It was the Duke upon my life. The Duke, it may be so, although 'twere duskish methought he carried more compass with him; But why should he take your name? Lost for ever. You found I had no zeal to his, however Lose no more time; your power with her grace May set all straight, and purchase me a pardon. Be rather lost as I am in thy dotage, Thou hast deprived me of the wealthiest harvest That ever Sunbeams shined on Does he thou me? How would he domineer and he were Duke? My fortune bleeds to death, 'tis now too late That paper ruins all my hope, and were We equal, the would scorn my want of confidence And laugh me out o'th' world. he's very passionate. But there's no dwelling in this Wilderness, Things past are past sorrow, there is yet A way to bind my wound up and secure My health, though not a life with so much state As was expected, instantly I'll to Cornelia, I know she loves me still, At worst a little passion bestowed On her, with clearing I am another brother Makes her my own, and keeps me from the Pasquill; I shall be jeered to dust else, there's my rest, He that loves more than one is seldom blessed.
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Are you Borgia. There's death in these delayes, doe not you know me? Or dare you not beleeve what I affirme Touching the Dutchesse. I beleeve you are Borgia to my griefe, and doe beleeve What you have said; her grace did appoint me To waite here, and commanded I should give Accesse to none but Borgia, de'e marke? She was pleasd to tell me, she had businesse onely Concern'd your knowledge I dispute not what, But 'tis some excellent affaire I am confident, She was so merry about the lippes and eyes And praisd you to my face. If this have faith w'ee Why am not I admitted▪ All in good time. The gates should spread themselves. They shall not neede, Ile reach them with lesse trouble▪ But first I have a suite to you. To me, Speake and command it. Tis within mans remembrance That you did want a pardon, now begge mine, And make what other conditions with the Dutchesse You please. Your pardon? Yes I am parcell Traytor Against my will, and too much care about My office made me abuse it, I admitted Another gentleman, that deceiv'd me with Your name, and how her grace may punish me Is in my feares, unlesse you mediate for me. Did any take my name. Yes, and at first Sound I discharg'd my dutie the wrong way And let him in. In? whether? Into the Dutchesse. I am undone, this minute, I am blasted; It was the Duke upon my life. The Duke, it may be so, although 'twere duskish Me thought he carried more compasse with him; But why should he take your name? Lost for ever. You found I had no zeale to his, how ever Lose no more time; your power with her grace May set all streight▪ and purchase me a pardon. Be rather loft as I am in thy dotage, Thou hast depriv'd me of the wealthiest harvest That ever Sunne-beames shin'd on Does he thou me? How would he domineere and he were Duke? My fortune bleeds to death, tis now too late That paper ruines all my hope, and were We equall, the would scorne my want of confidence And laugh me out o'th world. Hee's very passionate. But there's no dwelling in this Wildernesse, Things past are past sorrow, there is yet A way to binde my wound up and secure My health, though not a life with so much state As was expected, instantly Ile to Cornelia, I know she loves me still, At worst a little passion bestow'd On her, with clearing I am another brother Makes her my owne, and keepes me from the Pasquill; I shall be jeer'd to dust else, there's my rest, He that loves more then one is seldome blest.