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 0.84 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
join to us Oedipus, yet we shall want Help t'expound this Riddle— A Lover here from her own Court, sure it Must be from this number, signior Volterre! My very good Lord. You are the man, the stars dance to. The spheres Do practise music, only to make you Merry, you are he signior. Who, I my Lord? Do not conceal your hopes: they'll be worthy Your acknowledgement; you would be installed Ith' dark, steal titles, without the notice Of the Heralds, but noise attends honour. I need a Comment to your words. Come, you young men are all temptation; You have the purple veins (signior) that swell With wanton pride, and ladies' judgements are Much governed by their eyes; what grace, what favour, Did the Duchess lately show you, the more T'endear your duty? hah? I want a soul (signior) if she ever Honoured me with any phrase; but what is Usual in her Compliment tother Lords. Is't possible— He has discovered somewhat that concerns My joy. Nature needs no excuse why a Duchess should affect a travailed Lord; You are great too, within our memory. These were her words. hum!— signior Contarini. My Lord. You observed the Duchess language? Am I not thinking on't? heart, why do ye interrupt me?— How's this my Lord Volterre? Your pleasure signior! You have a fortunate skill in translation Of mysterious language: I pray lend me Your censure upon the last words the Duchess Uttered. Hah signior? they concern not me, I am Forgotten by my stars, ay, Volterre Is lost to all Eyesight, but his own. Do our brains melt this hot weather. These men Were heretofore discreet, and now they talk A if they had no Eyelids, like things that Never slept. I find the cause. Quoth she, he looks younger, than when he stood By Hymen's tapers, good, very good, I have O were I single now; my wife, my wife; She ruins all this hope.— Since I have traveled, brought from France, the nice Amorous cringe, that so enchants Ladies: 'tis fit I use it often, the tongue is Powerful too, and I enrich in languages, It shall be known— signior Volterre. To bring Revels in the Court, that's the way, I have myself an able chine, and I Can frisk like a Goat: which females call A lucky symptom— signior Contarini, Your lop. must excuse me, I'm a little Serious. O for a sight of Jupiter's wardrobe That I might imitate the shape, in which He courted Diana! signior Volterre. I my Lord that's my name, I'll go write It down, lest this business make me forget it. Rebellious blood! must I neëds marry? had I but delayed my lust a month, I might Have wasted then my strength and nature, to A nobler purpose: beget Princes, now I am in bondage to my marriage vow. MY Wife must do't and than I may effect My hope with the great Duchess as soon as he Most proud of demerits. Dandalo Where's your Lady.
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Ioyne to us Oedipus, yet we shall want Helpe t'expound this Riddle— A Lover here from her owne Court, sure it Must be from this number, Signiour Volterre! My very good Lord. You are the man, the starres dance to. The spheares Doe practise musicke, only to make you Merry, you are he signiour. Who, I my Lord? Doe not conceale your hopes: they'le be worthy Your acknowledgement; you would be install'd Ith' darke, steale titles, without the notice Of the Heralds, but noyse attends honour. I neede a Comment to your words. Come, you young men are all temptation; You have the purple veines (signiour) that swell With wanton pride, and Ladies judgements are Much govern'd by their eyes; what grace, what favour, Did the Dutchesse lately shew you, the more T'indeere your duty? hah? I want a soule (signiour) if she ever Honour'd me with any phrase; but what is Vsuall in her Complement t'other Lords. Ist possible— He has discoverd somewhat that concernes My joy. Nature needes no excuse why a Dutchesse should affect a travail'd Lord; You are great too, within our memory. These were her words. hum!— Signiour Contarini. My Lord. You observ'd the Dutchesse language? Am I not thinking on't? heart, why doe ye Interupt me?— How's this my Lord Volterre? Your pleasure signiour! You have a fortunate skill in translation Of misterious language: I pray lend me Your censure upon the last words the Dutchesse Vttered. Hah signiour? they concerne not me, I am Forgotten by my starres, I, Volterre Is lost to all Eyesight, but his owne. Doe our braines melt this hot weather. These men Were heretofore discreete, and now they talke A if they had no Eyelids, like things that Never slept. I finde the cause. Quoth she, he lookes younger, then when he stood By Hymens tapers, good, very good, I have O were I single now; my wife, my wife; She ruines all this hope.— Since I have travel'd, brought from France, the nice Amorous cringe, that so inchants Ladies: Tis fit I use it often, the tongue is Powerfull too, and I inrich in languages, It shall be knowne— Signiour Volterre. To bring Revel▪ in the Court, that's the way, I have my selfe an able chine, and I Can friske like a Goate: which females call A lucky symptome—Signiour Contarini, Your lop. must excuse me, I'm a little Serious. O for a sight of Iupiters wardrobe That I might immetate the shape, in which He courted Diana! Signiour Volterre. I my Lord that's my name, Ile goe write It downe, least this businesse make me forget it. Rebellious blood! must I neëds marry? had I but delaid my lust a month, I might Have wasted then my strength and nature, to A nobler purpose: beget Princes, now I am in bondage to my marriage vow. MY Wife must do't and then I may effect My hope with the great Dutchesse as soone as he Most proud of demerits. Dandalo Wheres your Lady.