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 0.78 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Why signior, are you so transported You have not power enough to seem calm, What dost at Court? Not cringe as you, and adore the nods Of painted Ladies, weary my hams to answer Madams half curtsies, I ne'er come to Court But to defend me from it. Ha? The truth is, I would be fain discharged, 'tis a hell to me, There are so many wormed in't: would the Duchess Would banish me into some Wilderness, I should indure the beasts though they devour'd mē, I hate no monsters but the Harpies. Why? Harpies have women's faces Contarini, Yet now I think Volterre I have heard There's another feminine murderer Called the hyena, that invites men forth To be devoured; you've heard how the Egyptian Crocodile weeps, when death itself lies bathing Within her tears, think but upon women And tell me which I should avoide-first. I seem a merit nigh, and I hope You will deserve the favour, we are not Wont to admit of servants near their person, Without more caution. It makes my bond Of duty and observance greater. My Lord Comachio. Let me employ some of your care upon My Nephew, something you may add To improve him, you shall till no barren ground, Though he reward you not with fruitfulness, I shall have power to make you think your studies Well placed. Your compass I shall sail by. Contarini how's the day? Not early. Signior Orseollo, I know what cloud Muffles your thoughts. He is constant to his humour. Not the Duchess, come faith yet Orseollo, We shall entreat you join with us to the Duchess. Yes, heigh!— So, so, he would but trouble us. My Lords, we must be circumspect, We are not to negotiate a design That looks but at the profit of one man: The Duchy calls to own it, all our cares You know have met, that we might move the Duchess To exchange her dull Virginity for Marriage; Foscari whom our ambition pointed at, is lost And he in some disgust gone hence. I fear so. His violent departure gives us more Than jealousy, we must solicit her, But so as shall become our duties, and Express our knowledge of her great soul And pregnant wit. She enters signior Comachia, 'tis referred To your delivery. Comachio! we have no knowledge of thy agē, But what thy wisdom and experience doth Discover, is't not troublesome, t'attend A young Court? Your grace so desires my duty, that I Delight in service. Contarini i'th' morning's eyen, reveals More youth, than he did by Hymen's tapers; Looks younger than when we call him Bridegroom. Censure him Laura. Your Highness knows he hath a young wife. All my use of time, is but to perfect My obedience to your excellence. We cherish both your loves, and you Volterre Are great too within our memory. I shall endeavour new merits.
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Why Signiour, are you so transported You have not power enough to seeme calme, What dost at Court? Not cringe as you, and adore the nods Of painted Ladies, weary my hammes to answer Madams halfe cursies, I neere come to Court But to defend me from it. Ha? The truth is, I would be faine discharged, tis a hell to me, There are so many wormed in't: would the Dutchesse Would banish me into some Wildernesse, I should indure the beasts though they devour'd mē, I hate no monsters but the Harpies. Why? Harpies have womens faces Contarini, Yet now I thinke Volterre I have heard There's another feminine murderer Cald the Hiena, that invites men forth To be devourd; y'ave heard how the Egyptian Crocadile weepes, when death it selfe lies bathing Within her teares, thinke but upon women And tell me which I should avoide-first. I seē a merit nigh, and I hope You will deserve the favour, we are not Wont to admit of servants neere their person, Without more caution. It makes my bond Of duty and observance greater. My Lord Comachio. Let me employ some of your carē upon My Nephew, something you may adde To improve him, you shall till no barren ground, Though he reward you not with fruitefulnesse, I shall have power to make you thinke your studies Well plac'd. Your compasse I shall saile by. Contarini hows the day? Not early. Signior Orseollo, I know what cloud Muffles your thoughts. He is constant to his humour. Not the Dutchesse, come faith yēt Orseollo, We shall intreate you joyne with us to the Dutchesse. Yes, hey!— So, so, he would but trouble us. My Lords, we must be circumspect, We are not to negotiate a designe That lookes but at the profit of one man: The Dutchy calls to owne it, all our cares You know have met, that we might move the Dutchesse To exchange her dull Virginity for Marriage; Foscari whom our ambition pointed at, is lost And he in some disgust gone hence. I feare so. His violent departure gives us more Then jealousie, we must sollicite her, But so as shall become our duties, and Expresse our knowledge of her great soulē And pregnant wit. She enters signior Comachia, tis refer'd To your delivery. Comachio! we have no knowledge of thy agē, But what thy wisdome and experience doth Discover, i'st not troublesome, t'attend A young Court? Your grace so desires my duty, that I Delight in service. Contarini i'th mornings eyē, reveales More youth, then he did by Hymens tapers; Lookes younger then when we call him Bridegroome. Censure him Laura. Your Highnesse knowes he hath a young wife. All my use of time, is but to perfect My obedience to your excellence. We cherish both your loves, and you Volterre Are great too within our memory. I shall endevour new merits.