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 0.90 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
A fury lend me curses, make me all An execration, I ha' plotted fairly, And made myself a fine rediculus thing To no purpose, I am deep in shame, I must on Giotto, have a nimble brain; you must sink too Or boy me up again. Make no words Crispino, for the Duchess Would not have it published that she means to choose me. Did she promise you? Not by word of mouth, but I know her meaning, As well as I were in her, I must be Duke man. 'tis certain, everybody knows it, but say nothing lest it break out, hast done. A little with this lock, and I'll adorn your Lordship With a powder; I hope your honour will Not forget Crispino's faithful service when you are Duke. Why I am Duke already, But for the ceremony, my reign's begun, Depazzi the first. But that I'll not show myself unto my people, Because the Duchess did entreat me, let me See what place thouart fit for: oh I have it, Thou shalt be judge. A judge my Lord A judge my Lord, at least, thou canst discharge it, 'tis nothing to sit upon life and death, 'tis not Required you should speak much, thy trade has half Prepared thee, thou canst pole the commons, I'm sure, And cut off capital offenders. Very good be it so, be a judge. Where my good Lord? Why thou shalt be a judge in potentia. I humbly thank your grace. Oh my true friend, I have no happiness But thou dost make me climb too't, 'twill be thy own instructor, and oblige me everlastingly. I'll soon remove your fears, I cannot doubt You will make good your promise Sir, to pardon When you're Duke. Pardon, reward and honour thee as my preserver, Be not observed, I am your creature. My Lord, I have assayed which you require privacy, Send off Crispino, I ha' made him a judge. 'tis very trimly done of you, I cry you mercy my very Good Lord, I humbly desire your honourable absence. It shall be granted. Now signior what bring you. Why some tokens for your Lordship, look you. theyare no tokens of love as I take it. Yes but they are, and you must take 'em so, But make your choice, which best affecteth you, For one you must accept. O what do you mean signior. Not too loud, lest I choose for you, here's a ball, Better than any ere Crispino washed Your honour's face with 'twill scour you. Hold, are you in earnest. A bullet will quickly sing my errand to you, Will you choose. I beseech declare your meaning signior. In short, I me sent to kill you, if you like Any death better than another, briefly Resolve and have it, nay without long study. Every man should consider his end signior, alas! The Duchess loves you, and there must be order Taken to stay your raising, say your prayers.
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A fury lend me curses, make me all An execration, I ha plotted fairely, And made my selfe a fine rediculus thing To no purpose, I am deepe in shame, I must on Giotto, have a nimble braine; you must sinke too Or boy me up againe. Make no words Crispino, for the Dutchesse Would not have it published that she meanes to chuse me. Did she promise you? Not by word of mouth, but I know her meaning, As well as I were in her, I must be Duke man. Tis certaine, every body knowes it, but say nothing Least it breake out, hast done. A little with this locke, and Ile adone your Lordship With a powder; I hope your honour will Not forget Crispino's faithfull service when you are Duke. Why I am Duke already, But for the ceremony, my raign's begun, Depazzi the first. But that Ile not shew my selfe unto my people, Because the Dutchesse did intreate me, let me See what place th'art fit for: oh I have it, Thou shalt be judge. A judge my Lord A Iudge my Lord, at least, thou canst discharge it, Tis nothing to sit upon life and death, tis not Required you should speake much, thy trade has halfe Prepared thee, thou canst pole the commons, Ime sure, And cut off capitall offenders. Very good be it so, be a judge. Where my good Lord? Why thou shalt be a Iudge in potentia. I humbly thanke your grace. Oh my true friend, I have no happinesse But thou dost make me clime too't, twill be thy owne Instructer, and oblige me everlastingly. Ile soone remoove your feares, I cannot doubt You will make good your promise Sir, to pardon When y'are Duke. Pardon, reward and honour thee as my preserver, Be not observed, I am your creature. My Lord, I have assaid which you require privacy, Send off Crispino, I ha made him a Iudge. Tis very trimly done of you, I cry you mercy my very Good Lord, I humbly desire your honourable absence. It shall be granted. Now Signiour what bring you. Why some tokens for your Lordship, looke you. Th'are no tokens of love as I take it. Yes but they are, and you must take em so, But make your choyse, which best affecteth you, For one you must accept. O what doe you meane Signiour. Not too loud, lest I chuse for you, heres a ball, Better then any ere Crispino washt Your honours face with 'twill scoure you. Hold, are you in earnest. A bullet will quickely sing my errand to you, Will you choose. I beseech declare your meaning Signiour. In short, I me sent to kill you, if you like Any death better then another, briefely Resolve and have it, nay without long studdy. Every man should consider his end Signiour, alas! The Dutchesse loves you, and there must be order Taken to stay your raysing, say your prayers.