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 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Your Lordship may hear both her voice and Lute, she's in the garden with Reollo your Musician. Hear, does she so much despair of long life, That she need flatter her soul to tarry here With soft Airs, and wanton Music. My Lord. Conduct her hither. I saw your entrance, you bring news from Court, Let me share in't. I must work her to it with art and leisure. What does your lop say? Sweet lend me thy ear in private— can I Demand a thing from her that slumbered in My bosom, and she be so unkind To give my suit a hard repulse. My Lord I am not guilty of a cause That can warrant your suspect either of My love or duty. I believe thee (dear Carintha) but this Injunction is so severe and strange, 'twill Puzzle thy consent at first. Sir make it known, I cannot be so slow In any performance of your will, as you Are to reveal it. Thy breath is sweeter than the smoke ascending From the Phoenix funeral pile, I could Kiss thee, even engender on thy lips. You were not wont to be thus pleased, show me Which way I may requite your passion, speak The suit you talk on. Now I know the strength of thy affection, I slight my suit the grave will prove to easy. What is it. I'll have thee only kill thyself, cruch, thou shalt do it, hah— Sir I suspect your health, you were not wont To show your speech so much estranged from reason. Is this your love, your forward kindness? Scarce has the Moon expired a change since you Received me in your bed a cold Virgin; Are you so soon tired with sacred marriage, Desirous to motive my eternal Absence and by a means so cruel sir, How have I deserved your hatred, or please But to reveal the profit which by death Can bring you. I have not leisure to reply to your Demands, will you do't. You fright my soul. Orseollo happy you, whose frozen nature Will not permit a closure with a woman. The sex do quite degenerate from those Great patterns which the former age produced. Portia swallowed fire to please her husband's ghost, Who enticed him to Elysium; Lucrece, To purchase life unto her memory, Noise at her funeral such as might cleave Her fame, priced her dear heart, and died We have a certain faith, a faith That can assure reward, or punishment For deeds, we know our dwelling after death, Which Roman souls unlawfully did seek, And found too soon, we are prescribed those act That makes us Angels. She has been gossipping with the holy Sisters, zeal, and purity. It were safer for my soul; if yourself Would be my Executioner. I thank you Lop. I am exposed To the justice of the law, he whose rich And his Prince become his heir cannot live long; Besides my hopes to enjoy the Duchess, Are then quite frustrate.
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Your Lordship may heare both her voyce and Lute, Shees in the garden with Reollo your Musitian. Heare, does she so much dispaire of long life, That she need flatter her soule to tarry here With soft Ayres, and wanton Musicke. My Lord. Conduct her hither. I saw your entrance, you bring newes from Court, Let me share in't. I must worke her to it with art and leisure. What does your lop say? Sweete lend me thy eare in private—can I Demand a thing from her that slumbred in My bosome, and she be so unkind To give my sute a hard repulse. My Lord I am not guilty of a cause That can warrant your suspect either of My love or duty. I beleeve thee (deere Carintha) but this Injunction is so severe and strange, 'twill Puzle thy consent at first. Sir make it knowne, I cannot be so slow In any performance of your will, as you Are to reveale it. Thy breath is sweeter then the smoke ascending From the Phoenix funerall pile, I could Kisse thee, even engender on thy lips. You were not wont to be thus pleasd, shew me Which way I may requite your passion, speake The sute you talke on. Now I know the strength of thy affection, I slight my sute the grave will prove to easie. What is it. Ile have thee onely kill thy selfe, cruch, thou Shat doe it, hah— Sir I suspect your health, you were not wont To shew your speech so much estrang'd from reason. Is this your love, your forward kindnesse? Scarse has the Moone expir'd a change since you Received me in your bed a cold Virgin; Are you so soone tyred with sacred marriage, Desirous to motive my eternall Absence and by a meanes so cruell sir, How have I deserved your hatred, or please But to reveale the profit which by death Can bring you. I have not leasure to reply to your Demands, will you do't. You fright my soule. Orseollo happy you, whose frozen nature Will not permit a closure with a woman. The sex doe quite degenerate from those Great patternes which the former age produced. Portia swallowed fire to please her husbands ghost, Who inticed him to Elisium; Lucresse, To purchase life unto her memory, Noyse at her funerall such as might cleave Her fame, priced her deare heart, and dyed We have a certaine faith, a faith That can assure reward, or punishment For deeds, we know our dwelling after death, Which Roman soules unlawfully did seeke, And found too soone, we are prescrib'd those act That makes us Angels. She has bin gossipping with the holy Sisters, zeale, and purity. It were safer for my soule; if your selfe Would be my Executioner. I thanke you Lop. I am exposed To the justice of the law, he whose rich And his Prince become his heire cannot live long; Besides my hopes to enjoy the Duchesse, Are then quite frustrate.