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 0.75 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Already you begin to make it public. Do not suspect my servant's silence, I Trust him with a secret of weightier Consequence than this, my creature! hunk: Your hopes increase signior. Give me thy hand, Giotto, thine too: we'll govern like the Triumveri— But sir, there is one obstacle— What is't? I'll lose a Thumb to have it cleared. Heart, let me but know't? Youhave heretofore appeared so boisterous And sullen to that sex, that the Duchess Partly thinks— What does she think? You're insufficient. How? a metaphrase upon that word. Sir 'twould impeach her modesty t'express Her meaning, i'th' blunt dialect, however 'twill become my tongue; there's a noise amongst The Ladies, you're insufficient: that is Your genitals want the perfect help in Procreation. Horror, horror, name the author of this Calumny. Be not so loud signior, were it a truth 'twould not proclaim nature, or your parents Guilty, you are a soldier, perhaps in A skirmish at Lepauto, some Turk Circumcised you with his scimitar; Or being at push a pike, you might be Drilled below the navel, nay I ha' known The breath of a bullet snatch a remnant Of loose flesh. 'Sdeath insufficient! you shall know a secret Which I have feared, even i'th' keeping o' my own heart. 'twill trouble me to know a thing, so full Of danger. 'tis only dangerous to me, but sir, It must out, for I'll stifle now this damned Aspersion. It reveals the cause, why I Was still a satire against women. ay, that I would fain know. Know what Lady? we are in a discourse, merely, Concerns us two, walk aside, she must not hear't. Sancho, I now release off the Oath, Which did oblige your secrecy about My continence, nay good Madam, troth we desire to be particular. Hereafter I shall grow reserved too. A personal secret, as I'm a soldier. You shall believe him Lady for my sake. How many whores hast thou in keeping for my use? Some ten my Lord! You pass my belief. 'Las, I'm insufficient! a mere Eunuch, I. But what urged your invectives 'gainst the Sex, Since you thus cherish them in private! The Duchess has a chaste court: 'twas safety To disguise m'incontinence, lest she should Punish it. You're not so ravenous (my Lord) but when Your friend desires a taste, he may be furnished, hah? You shall visit my seraglio, and chose your whore. May I presume— That's the medicinal pimp; who prescribes Plasters for my belly. You maintain him in a gaudy outside. His sins maintain him; those of his function. Grow mighty now adays. Lady you shall share in our secret, Are you mad signior? My Lord you are to modest: there's no error So readily excused by Ladies as this O'th' blood. Fame has abused our noble friend: Not Hercules was more enabled for Increase; then he. Indeed signior? Indeed? why Madam, do you doubt that I Bely him, I'm sure he keeps ten whores.
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Already you begin to make it publike. Doe not suspect my servants silence, I Trust him with a secret of weightier Consequence then this, my creature! hunk▪ Your hopes increase Signiour. Give me thy hand, Giotto, thine too: Weele governe like the Triumveri— But sir, there is one obstacle— What ist? Ile loose a Thumbe to have it cleer'd. Heart, let me but know't? Y'have heretofore appeared so boysterous And sullen to that sex, that the Dutchesse Partly thinkes— What does she thinke? Y'are insufficient. How? a metophrase upon that word. Sir t'would impeach her modesty t'expresse Her meaning, ith' blunt dialect, however Twill become my tongue; there's a noise amongst The Ladies, y'are insufficient: that is Your genitalls want the perfect helpe in Procreation. Horror, horror, name the authour of this Calumny. Be not so loud signiour, were it a truth Twould not proclaime nature, or your parents Guilty, you are a soldier, perhaps in A skirmish at Lepauto, some Turke Circumcised you with his semiler; Or being at push a pike, you might be Drill'd below the navell, nay I ha knowne The breath of a bullet snatch a remnant Of loose flesh. Sdeath insufficient! you shall know a secret Which I have fear'd, even ith' keeping o' my owne heart. Twill trouble me to know a thing, so full Of danger. Tis onely dangerous to me, but sir, It must out, for Ile stifle now this dam'd Aspersion. It reveales the cause, why I Was still a satire against women. I, that I would faine know. Know what Lady? we are in a discourse, meerely, Concernes us two, walke aside, she must not heare't. Sancho, I now release off the Oath, Which did oblige your secresie about My continence, nay good Madam, troth we desire to be particuler. Hereafter I shall grow reserved too. A personall secret, as Ime a souldier. You shall beleeve him Lady for my sake. How many whores hast thou in keeping for my use? Some ten my Lord! You passe my beleefe. 'Las, Ime insufficient! a meere Eunuch, I. But what urged your invectives gainst the Sex, Since you thus cherish them in private! The Dutchesse has a chast court: 'twas safty To disguise m'incontinence, least she should Punish it. Y'are not so ravinous (my Lord) but when Your friend desires a taste, he may be furnished, hah? You shall visit my seragho, and chose your whore. May I presume— That's the medicinall pimpe; who prescribes Plaisters for my belly. You maintaine him in a gaudy outside. His sinnes mainetaine him; those of his function. Grow mighty now adayes. Lady you shall share in our secret, Are you mad Signiour? My Lord you are to modest: theres no errour So readily excused by Ladies as this O'th blood. Fame has abused our noble friend: Not Hercules was more inabled for Increase; then he. Indeed Signiour? Indeed? why Madam, doe you doubt that I Bely him, Ime sure he keepes tenne whores.