Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Ogilby's Men T38 Death, parting and grief at court typicality 0.83 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
The King has commanded, they shall be thrown from a rock into the sea, that's all, but here's my Master can tell you the whole story. What said the screech-owl We hope Archimagus brings better news. And yet his face is cast into a form of sorrow. What are these? Read, and collect your noble forces up, You will be lost else, alas poor Ladies, How soon their blood is frighted? Every character Gives my poor heart a wound. Alas, how much of mischief is contained In this poor narrow paper. Can this be? Madam too true, the anger of the King Is heavy and inevitable, you may Believe what their sad pens have bled to you; They have no hope, not once before they die To see your blessed eyes, and take their leave, And weep into your bosom, their last farewell. They must not, sha' not die so. They must Madam. I will die with 'em too then: Sister shall They leave the world without our company? Could not you bend the King our cruel father? You should have said, we loved them; you have most Power to prevail with him; you should have told him, The gods would be offended, and revenge their death With some strange curse upon this Island. You knew our loves, and all our meetings Sir, They were not without you, nor will we live Without them, tell our father. Did our hearts Flatter themselves with mirth, to be struck dead With this, this murdering news. I'll to the King. Stay, and contain yourselves, your loves are brave, Nor shall your flame die thus; as I was first Of counsel with your thoughts, I will preserve 'em: They sha'not die, if my brain leave me not. Oh, I could dwell upon his lips to thank him. But they must then be banished. That's death. Unless we go along to exile with 'em. I have the way, they shall deceive the sentence Of the enraged King, and live; nor shall This be reward of your affections; You shall converse more often, and more freely Than ever, if you dare be wise and secret. You make us happy. Here's your elder brother, Away and trust to me. Health to our Priest. And to your Highness. Do you see that couple? My brother and the fair Emeria, Milcho's daughter, Out of their way; but so, to reach their voice, This place o'th' Garden's apt. Observe 'em. But will you not, my Lord, repent to have placed Your love so much unworthily. Oh never. My best Emeria, thou hast a wealth In thy own virtue, above all the world; Be constant, and I'm blessed. This hand and heaven Be witness where my heart goes. If my fate Cannot enjoy thy love, I shall grieve both Your destinies. Be confident you shall Enjoy her, if you'll follow my directions.
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The King has commanded, they shall be throwne from a rock into the sea, thats all, but here's my Master can tell you the whole story. What said the scritchowle We hope Archimagus brings better newes. And yet his face is cast into a forme of sorrow. What are these? Read, and collect your noble forces up, You will be lost else, alas poore Ladies, How soon their blood is frighted? Every character Gives my poor heart a wound. Alas, how much of mischief is contain'd In this poore narrow paper. Can this be? Madam too true, the anger of the King Is heavy and inevitable, you may Beleeve what their sad pens have bled to you; They have no hope, not once before they die To see your blessed eyes, and take their leave, And weep into your bosome, their last farewell. They must not, sha' not die so. They must Madam. I will die with 'em too then: Sister shall They leave the world without our company? Could not you bend the King our cruell father? You should have said, we lov'd them; you have most Power to prevaile with him; you should have told him, The gods would be offended, and revenge their death With some strange curse upon this Iland. You knew our loves, and all our meetings Sir, They were not without you, nor will we live Without them, tell our father. Did our hearts Flatter themselves with mirth, to be struck dead With this, this murdering newes. I'll to the King. Stay, and containe your selves, your loves are brave, Nor shall your flame die thus; as I was first Of counsell with your thoughts, I will preserve 'em: They sha'not die, if my braine leave me not. Oh, I could dwell upon his lips to thank him. But they must then be banish'd. That's death. Unlesse we go along to exile with 'em. I have the way, they shall deceive the sentence Of the enraged King, and live; nor shall This be reward of your affections; You shall converse more often, and more freely Than ever, if you dare be wise and secret. You make us happy. Here's your elder brother, Away and trust to me. Health to our Priest. And to your Highnesse. Do you see that couple? My brother and the faire Emeria, Milcho's daughter, Out of their way; but so, to reach their voice, This place o'th'Garden's apt. Observe 'em. But will you not, my Lord, repent to have plac'd Your love so much unworthily. Oh never. My best Emeria, thou hast a wealth In thy owne vertue, above all the world; Be constant, and I'm blest. This hand and heaven Be witnesse where my heart goes. If my fate Cannot enjoy thy love, I shall grieve both Your destinies. Be confident you shall Enjoy her, if you'll follow my directions.