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 0.82 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I ha' not the heart to say my prayers, Ah, if I must needs, I would die Another death, you ha' not brought me. What is't? I would choose my gallows, ah, stay 'tis very Short warning, and I am not half prepared: What is this, Ratsbane; alas that's to kill Vermin, I would be loath to be sent out of The world like a Rat. What say you to a halter? Indeed signior I never loved swinging In my life, and the halter is a dog's death, I would die like a man. What say you to a sword? Alas I have a sword of my own, and I had a mind to't But my stomach will never digest it. Then this pistol. But that I have a weak constitution, I have always been given to looseness, And I doubt your pellet will put me into such a scouring. Why, would you live then? Alas every thing would live signior, but I should be Sorry to enjoy a life, that stood not with your liking signior. But if I live to be a Duke.— Duke that's the sluice opened this torrent. I am abused dear signior, I'll renounce it, I'll be first a dog-killer. This is but air, your not to be trusted, I ha' sworn to send you into another world, You must not more be seen. I won't; do but trust me, And as I am honourable I'll go Into the wilderness, and live with Bears; Any whether, hide me in a Well, and there be no Water in't, I'll feed on gravel; By this hand, this seven years, none shall know But I am dead. If they should find you living. Never, I'll endure pinching to death Ere I'll confess it. Were I certain You would be buried to all men's sight, but till Tomorrow. See me put into the ground yourself, So you'll not smother me, and it be seven nights I'll feed on moles sweet signior. The Duchess doth purpose this night her election, Your Uncle envying your hope, must ha' Security for non appearance; had I A faith you'd creep into obscurity, But for twelve hours I should have one Sin less to answer for. Noble signior, I'll wriggle myself into a worm-hole, or creep into a Molehill, and live Upon emmet's eggs. Be sure you do't than, poor sick nobility, How thin he looks already. signior Giotto. Now the tide comes. This is the night signior, t'inclines apace. Do I remain unshaken in her opinion Have I any square still. O my good Lord. signior a word, Does this night then conclude— Your happiness. Be not tempted from me, I have writ Pamphlets in praise of women, I have a volume Of Recantations. They are fruitless, You are fixed already in her thoughts, away You make your person cheap, meet, and Be happy. Giotto. Dear signior.
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I ha not the heart to say my prayers, Ah, if I must needes, I would dye Another death, you ha not brought me. What ist? I would choose my gallowes, ah, stay tis very Short warning, and I am not halfe prepared: What is this, Ratsbane; alas thats to kill Vermine, I would be loath to be sent out of The world like a Rat. What say you to a halter? Indeed Signiour I never loved swinging In my life, and the halter is a dogges death, I would dye like a man. What say you to a sword? Alas I have a sword of my owne, and I had a mind to't But my stomacke will never disgest it. Then this pistoll. But that I have a weake constitution, I have alwayes beene given to loosenesse, And I doubt your pellet will put me into such a scowring. Why, would you live then? Alas every thing would live Signiour, but I should be Sorry to enjoy a life, that stood not with your liking signior. But if I live to be a Duke.— Duke thats the sluce open'd this torrent. I am abused deare Signiour, Ile renounce it, Ile be first a dog-killer. This is but aire, your not to be trusted, I ha sworne to send you into another world, You must not more be seene. I wo'not; doe but trust me, And as I am honourable Ile goe Into the wildernesse, and live with Beares; Any whether, hide me in a Well, and there be no Water in't, Ile feed on gravell; By this hand, this seaven yeares, none shall know But I am dead. If they should find you living. Never, Ile indure pinching to death Ere Ile confesse it. Were I certaine You would be buryed to all mens sight, but till To morrow. See me put into the ground your selfe, So you'le not smother me, and it be seven nights Ile feede on moles sweete Signiour. The Dutchesse doth purpose this night her election, Your Vncle envying your hope, must ha Security for non appearance; had I A faith you'ld creepe into obscurity, But for twelve houres I should have one Sinne lesse to answer for. Noble Signiour, Ile wrigle my selfe into a Wormehole, or creepe into a Molehill, and live Vpon Emmits egges. Be sure you do't then, poore sicke nobility, How thinne he lookes already. Signiour Giotto. Now the tide comes. This is the night Signiour, t'inclines a pace. Doe I remaine unshaken in her opinion Have I any square still. O my good Lord. Signiour a word, Does this night then conclude— Your happinesse. Be not tempted from me, I have writ Pamphlets in praise of women, I have a volume Of Recantations. They are fruitlesse, You are fixt already in her thoughts, away You make your person cheape, meete, and Be happy. Giotto. Deere Signiour.