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 0.80 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Nephew opportunely signior Giotto hath taken pains To bring us knowledge of new graces, which Our Duchess stores up for you, I am proud To think what honour all our blood receives From you, the top bough of our family: I never hoped there could be stars in heaven So auspicious, as I behold now shining, And pointing all their golden beams on you, The Duchess loves you— Not carelessly, and with that common favour, She does divide among the Courtiers, They do but glean her scattered graces, For you the harvest's reserved and brought Home to your bosom. Other with much labour. climb this high rock, upon whose swelling top, The Duchess smiles are placed, yet obtain not One to reward their sweat. But her own hand Reaches you up, and tempts you to enjoying The pyramids' height, you may ascend by stairs, And mount with ease unto that happiness, Others adore afar off. Does the Duchess Affect me honourably, and for marriage otherwise? That makes the Music high, it were not else So ravishing, you are the man marked out To be the Duke Depazzi. That's her desire, She would not like a thief steal joys, but make The pleasures lawful, nuptial holy rites, Ushering your felicity, you must be Her Husband signior, and all we your subjects, Obsequious to your nod, when you have breath To raise t'unlimited height, and uncreate Whom you would frown upon. I see she is wise, How will Comachio think his age blessed, to see Princes borne to his Nephew, and with breath Covetous to expire in prayers for them. Kneel there great Uncle, I have an ambition If you think not the honour over great, To beg tuition of your second son, Whom I should study to bring up, with such Choice education, as shall become The greatness of his soul and birth. 'tis granted, my second son is thine, but are you sure I am ordained to be the man you talk of; Must I be craned up to that altitude. My Lord You may be confident, Giotto dares not Play with your greatness, and my dare was never Yet so incertain, when I hear your name So sweetened by your Duchess breath. No more, I have a strong faith, 'tis so, for my Uncle Doth practise already his observance, I Purpose to visit our loving Duchess. Nay you will be sent for and be courted to That was intimated. But my honoured Nephew Would you admit instructions, for I see With how much envy of the Court you rise To this high sphere of sovereignty, be prudent, Arm yourself with some excellent discourses (thoughts. For your first parley, you shall knit her soul to your own If my abilities may do you service. Giotto, you are furnished to read Lectures To us both of Courtship, and I know my Nephew Will gratefully remember, what you add To raise him to our wishes.
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Nephew oppertunely Signiour Giotto hath taken paines To bring us knowledge of new graces, which Our Dutches stores up for you, I am proud To thinke what honour all our blood receives From you, the toppe bough of our family: I never hop'd there could be starres in heaven So auspitious, as I behold now shining, And pointing all their golden beames on you, The Dutchesse loves you— Not carelessely, and with that common favour, She does divide among the Courtiers, They doe but gleane her scattered graces, For you the harvest's reserv'd and brought Home to your bosome. Other with much labour. Clime this high rocke, upon whose swelling top, The Dutches smiles are placed, yet obtaine not One to reward their sweate. But her owne hand Reaches you up, and tempts you to enjoying The Perimids height, you may ascend by stayres, And mount with ease unto that happinesse, Others adore afarre off. Does the Dutchesse Affect me honourably, and for marriage otherwise? That makes the Musicke high, it were not else So ravishing, you are the man mark'd out To be the Duke Depazzi. Thats her desire, She would not like a theife steale joyes, but make The pleasures lawfull, nuptiall holy rites, Vshering your felicity, you must be Her Husband Signiour, and all we your subjects, Obsequious to your nod, when you have breath To raise t'unlimitted height, and uncreate Whom you would frowne upon. I see shee is wise, How will Comachio thinke his age blest, to see Princes borne to his Nephew, and with breath Covetous to expire in prayers for them. Kneele there great Vncle, I have an ambition If you thinke not the honour over great, To beg tuition of your second sonne, Whom I should study to bring up, with such Choyce education, as shall become The greatnesse of his soule and birth. Tis granted, my second sonne is thine, but are you sure I am ordain'd to be the man you talke of; Must I be cran'd up to that altitude. My Lord You may be confident, Giotto dares not Play with your greatnesse, and my dare was never Yet so incertaine, when I heare your name So sweetened by your Dutchesse breath. No more, I have a strong faith, tis so, for my Vncle Doth practise already his observance, I Purpose to visit our loving Dutchesse. Nay you will be sent for and be courted to That was intimated. But my honoured Nephew Would you admit instructions, for I see With how much envy of the Court you rise To this high sphere of soveraignety, be prudent, Arme your selfe with some excellent discourses (thoughts. For your first parly, you shall knit her soule to your owne If my abilities may doe you service. Giotto, you are furnished to read Lectures To us both of Courtship, and I know my Nephew Will gratefully remember, what you adde To raise him to our wishes.