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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
And that's the reason justice is blind. And those judges shall come to light too, when They shall think convenience proper— His fingers speak his profession Bear back Gentlemen, what do you mean, Pray bear back? Music then. Attendants. My Nephew still alive, Giotto, you Trifle with me, I am dangerous when My wrath is. You mistook your Nephew, I proffered him four or five several deaths, and could not get him To accept of one. Come signior there's great hope, The Duchess but pretends a care o'er him, The more to disguise her love of you. This is but a weak comfort. Is't done? softly in my ear? It is not done. Hell, and damnation! Your wife is invisible: the Sun can hardly Find her out. Secure thyself, my ways are hidden. Diable prend e'te Droll la! parles doucement. Do not trust the Archduke, he cozened me at Blowpoint. Abien, ce'te unchose'ci dificile. jene scay que fair. Right, why that's the cause I lent the Emperor my comb-case. Ma foy loblie! mais nous le voyerous tontastine grandement esbahy. With like ease may I— hand saw, and invite the Moon to supper. Hah, who is the cause of this fury. 'tis only a French heat, an't like your excellence. My Lord the time is now arrived wherein We are to gain your thanks, and strive to oblige Posterity, your care o'th' public weal, Encouraged your continual suit to heaven, And us, that we would make an earthy choice Of a good husband. Even from this number, we'll perform your wishes, envy is the sin Of Cowards: therefore no Lord of high birth, And temperate breeding will malign his destiny Whom we shall think most worthy our esteem: Nay, 'twould show decay of duty Ith' greatest of our Court, to think that we Want skill to make a safe election, such A bold thought, in one we call our subject Would soon corrupt our nature, and make our justice cruel; we do expect (my Lords) No verbal satisfaction in this point; But as we single out our choice, we'll make A private trial of each heart, Contarini: I can perceive no cause of fear from him, he's married, How does your wife signior? She has too much health Madam: but had I known Your excellences purpose, to hasten thus Your favour towards your humble subject: She had ere this arrived in heaven: however If your care find your blood so violent You are not able to delay the use Of this my person; she shall not live long To find your desire. O my good Lord you still increase my obligation 'Tis great pity custom should make Princes So reserved in wooing, had ye told me But two days since of this meeting, I had Cashiered my wife; a nimbler way than by Contriving a divorce. Then you have practised a divorce already? 'Las, no design seems difficult, that makes Me capable of your highness' love.
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And thats the reason Iustice is blinde. And those Iudges shall come to light too, when They shall thinke convenience proper— His fingers speake his profession Beare backe Gentlemen, what doe you meane, Pray beare backe? Musicke then. Attendants. My Nephew still alive, Giotto, you Trifle with me, I am dangerous when My wrath is. You mistooke your Nephew, I proffered him Foure or five severall deaths, and could not get him To accept of one. Come signiour there's great hope, The Dutchesse but pretends a care o're him, The more to disguise her love of you. This is but a weake comfort. Ist done? softly in my eare? It is not done. Hell, and damnation! Your wife is invisible: the Sunne can hardly Finde her out. Secure thy selfe, my wayes are hidden. Diable prend e'te Droll la! parles doucement. Doe not trust the Arch-Duke, he cosend me at Blow-point. Abien, ce'te unchose'ci dificile. Iene scay que faire. Right, why thats the cause I lent the Emperour my Combecase. Ma foy loblie! mais nous le voyerous tontastine grandement esbahy. With like ease may I—hand saw, and invite the Moone to supper. Hah, who is the cause of this fury. Tis onely a French heate, an't like your excellence. My Lord the time is now arriv'd wherein We are to gaine your thankes, and strive to oblige Posterity, your care oth' publike weale, Incourag'd your continuall sute to heaven, And us, that we would make an earthy choyce Of a good husband. Even from this number, Weele performe your wishes, envy is the sinne Of Cowards: therefore no Lord of high birth, And temperate breeding will maligne his destiny Whom we shall thinke most worthy our esteeme: Nay, 'twould shew decay of duty Ith' greatest of our Court, to thinke that we Want skill to make a safe election, such A bold thought, in one we call our subject Would soone corrupt our nature, and make our Iustice cruell; we doe expect (my Lords) No verball satisfaction in this point; But as we single out our choyce, weele make A private tryall of each heart, Contarini: I can perceive no cause of feare from him, Hee's marryed, How does your wife Signiour? She has too much health Madam: but had I knowne Your excellences purpose, to hasten thus Your favour towards your humble subject: Shee had ere this arriv'd in heaven: however If your care finde your blood so violent You are not able to delay the use Of this my person; she shall not live long To finde your desire. O my good Lord you still increase my obligation 'Tis great pitty custome should make Princes So reserv'd in wooing, had ye told me But two dayes since of this meeting, I had Casheer'd my wife; a nimbler way then by Contriving a divorce. Then you have practised a divorce already? 'Las, no designe seemes difficult, that makes Me capable of your highnesse love.