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 0.78 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
What make they flattering here, ha' they all hope To enjoy her; all, only Contarini Could gnaw his heartstrings now to be excluded, When he expected his fate ripe, and all his Hopes fit for gathering. Be high and answer your great hopes; Meet confidence. Shalt be my fellow Caesar in the Empire. Noble Contarini. Y'ave store of client's signior, I am come To know my fortune too. Alas my Lord. You'd say 'tis plain writ in my forehead, yes In capital letters; you are known to th' secretary, That taught my wife this Text hand, but you must Do something, sure the marriage is decreed tonight to rid me of Carintha, or I'll ha' thee punished for adultery. Are you mad? As horns can make a man, it is no time For patience, hear me carefully and have Your best brains. Adultery? was it not by your consent, The very sinful act yours, I but moved By your direction, will this published Exempt you from the Law? I'll laugh at thee With my man's help, and oath against thee, I'll Return thy calumny i'th' face, I am A Lord, and shall out weigh thee, couldst thou give Thy truth a body, that even men might see As well as hear it. This is strange and violent ha, Do, harrow thy skull, I am resolved. This is but course reward for my last office, No remedy but killing before supper; Did my stars owe me this? you will pardon me When you're Duke, that's but reason. And reward thee. I am in, and must wade through, she goes to bed Supperless. Oh happiness, may I trust too't? I'll put her granam to the charge of worms To entertain her, meet, and be Duke, I'll make Your wife immortal. Wilt thou be speedy, for I'll tell thee Giotto, I cannot hope this night to have all perfect. The noise of this her sudden death, must needs Mar this nights revelling, and protract the choice That is expected; then a little time Presents me capable of the mighty favour: I have encouragement to hope for marriage With our great Duchess, ha. Excellent brains, Your wife is already carrying commendations. To your friends i'th' tother world. Oh let me hug thee. I have your pardon. And my heart too, on, be swift in thy great work Believe it done. This pleasantness becomes you well Carintha, And you show duty in it, this night we dedicate To our own delights. Madam, I ha' more wonder To tell your grace, when you are pleased to hear me. You'll find our disposition meet it, but Laura, dost thou not smile to think upon The event, we shall be censured humorous. But your grace shall publish your reasons, You will appear just. That ambition Should have such fear in humane natures, but Court hath been long sick; they are my humours And I must physic 'em. Treason, treason, where's the Duchess, O Madam Never was heard of such a horrid treason.
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What make they flattering here, ha they all hope To enjoy her; all, onely Contarini Could gnaw his heartstrings now to be excluded, When he expected his fate ripe, and all his Hopes fit for gathering. Be high and answer your great hopes; Meete confidence. Sha't be my fellow Caesar in the Empire. Noble Contarini. Y'ave store of clients signiour, I am come To know my fortune too. Alas my Lord. You'ld say tis plaine writ in my forehead, yes In capitall letters; you are knowne to th' secretary, That taught my wife this Text hand, but you must Doe something, sure the marriage is decreed To night to rid me of Carintha, or Ile ha thee punish'd for adultery. Are you mad? As hornes can make a man, it is no time For patience, heare me carefully and have Your best braines. Adultery? was it not by your consent, The very sinfull act yours, I but mov'd By your direction, will this published Exempt you from the Law? Ile laugh at thee With my mans helpe, and oath against thee, Ile Returne thy calumny ith' face, I am A Lord, and shall out weigh thee, couldst thou give Thy truth a body, that even men might see As well as heare it. This is strange and violent ha, Doe, harrow thy skull, I am resolved. This is but course reward for my last office, No remedy but killing before supper; Did my starres owe me this? you will pardon me When y'are Duke, thats but reason. And reward thee. I am in, and must wade through, she goes to bed Supperlesse. Oh happinesse, may I trust too't? Ile put her granam to the charge of wormes To entertaine her, meete, and be Duke, Ile make Your wife immortall. Wo't thou be speedy, for Ile tell thee Giotto, I cannot hope this night to have all perfect. The noyse of this her sudden death, must needes Marre this nights revelling, and pretract the choyse That is expected; then a little time Presents me capable of the mighty favour: I have incouragement to hope for marriage With our great Dutchesse, ha. Excellent braines, Your wife is already carrying commendations. To your friends ith' tother world. Oh let me hugge thee. I have your pardon. And my heart too, on, be swift in thy great worke Beleeve it done. This pleasantnesse becomes you well Carintha, And you shew duty in it, this night we dedicate To our owne delights. Madam, I ha more wonder To tell your grace, when you are pleased to heare me. You'le finde our disposition meete it, but Laura, dost thou not smile to thinke upon The event, we shall be censur'd humorous. But your grace shall publish your reasons, You will appeare just. That ambition Should have such feare in humane natures, but Court hath beene long sicke; they are my humours And I must phisicke em. Treason, treason, wheres the Dutchesse, O Madam Never was heard of such a horrid treason.