Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, May 17] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.77 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
REmember where you are, That ever man Should be so dull of soul to love a woman. What in the name of fury hath made you An enemy to that sex, upon what Lady False beyond Cressida, didst thou lose thy patience? Find it again for shame, thou wert not borne A woman hater. No, I thank heaven My mother's dead, and all my sisters, I Had a contention in my nature, when They were alive, but tie of blood prevailed Against my disposition, I confess I never wished them dead. How hadst thou been Alive, but for thy mother? That's one reason Should make our love the less to 'em, they do But bring's acquainted with the world, which at Our birth we are afraid of, and grow old But to repent we are not embrois still, Or things lost in conception. We may As well condemn our fathers, and declaim 'Gainst them for our begetting, come Orseollo, Desist to be a Satire, I hope you would not The Duchess should hear this; collect yourself You are i'th' presence, put on a smooth face And speak Court language, let me counsel you To softness; what a Courtier and so rugged? Princes they say have many cares, and 'tis not less than treason, in a woman's court To be so violent against 'em, these Hangings may eavesdrop us. Let 'em, let 'em, May be 'twould move the Duchess to exempt me From my attendance; and she knew my mind She would allow me a writ of ease, lest I Infect her Court with railing 'gainst her sex: I'd rather hear a mandrake, then let in The noise of women; heaven that I might never Converse with any. Thou wilt never marry. Marry? I'll first engender with a Viper, Were there but one woman alive, and but By knowing her, no hope to stock the world Again, I'd geld myself. Pity thou shouldst Marry, to get a son that should be like thee; Take heed least women for this bitterness Make thee not first an Eunuch, but we ha' lost Our first discourse, thy passion like a storm Hath quite transported us, from the Duke Foscari, That hath now left us, let's A cold suit with the Duchess. If I stay I shall talk treason, a cold suit? for ever Ice dwell within their marrows can affect 'em, He was too worthy on her. He deserved, I know not what to think out, 'tis the third Prince, that our duties have commended, In hope to be made happy with her issue: Nay, nay, have truce a little with thy spleen, And let's talk wisely, we shall be observed; I wonder. So do I. At what? At nothing, At a woman, how 'tis possible a man Should court and love 'em so, but now I think one, I do not wonder. How is this? They are All Circe's, and do steal away our souls; They juggle us into shapes and puppets lovers.
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REmember where you are, That ever man Should be so dull of soule to love a woman. What in the name of fury hath made you An enemy to that sexe, upon what Lady False beyond Cressida, didst thou loose thy patience? Finde it againe for shame, thou wert not borne A woman hater. No, I thanke heaven My mothers dead, and all my sisters, I Had a contention in my nature, when They were alive, but tye of blood prevail'd Against my disposition, I confesse I never wish'd them dead. How hadst thou beene Alive, but for thy mother? Thats one reason Should make our love the lesse to e'm, they doe But bring's acquainted with the world, which at Our birth we are afraid of, and grow old But to repent we are not embrois still, Or things lost in conception. We may As well condemne our fathers, and declaime 'Gainst them for our begetting, come Orseollo, Desist to be a Satire, I hope you wod not The Dutchesse should heare this; collect your selfe You are ith presence, put on a smooth face And speake Court language, let me counsell you To softnesse; what a Courtier and so rugged? Princes they say have many cares, and tis not lesse then treason, in a womans court To be so violent against e'm, these Hangings may eveldrop us. Let em, let em, May be 'twould move the Dutchesse to exempt me From my attendance; and she knew my minde She would allow me a writ of ease, least I Infect her Court with railing gainst her sexe: I'de rather heare a mandrake, then let in The noise of women; heaven that I might never Converse with any. Thou wilt never marry. Marry? Ile first engender with a Viper, Were there but one woman alive, and but By knowing her, no hope to stocke the world Agen, Ide geld my selfe. Pitty thou shouldst Marry, to get a sonne that should bē like thee; Take heed least women for this bitternesse Make thee not first an Eunuch, but we ha lost Our first discourse, thy passion like a storme Hath quite transported us, from the Duke Foscari, That hath now left us, let's A cold sute with the Dutchesse. If I stay I shall talke treason, a cold sute? for ever Ice dwell within their marrowes can affect em, He was too worthy on her. He deserved, I know not what to thinke out, tis the third Prince, that our duties have commended, In hope to be made happy with her issue: Nay, nay, have truce a little with thy spleene, And lets talke wisely, we shall be observed; I wonder. So doe I. At what? At nothing, At a woman, how tis possible a man Should court and love em so, but now I thinke one, I doe not wonder. How is this? They are All Circes, and do steale away our soules; They juggle us into shapes and puppets lovers.