Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Ogilby's Men T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.81 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Thy jet and Alabaster face now calls, My love and hunger up to eat stone walls. But so I may bite of her nose, if her face be alabaster; but she is in prison, there it holds, and I may do her service to break prison for her any way. Well, here's enough at a time, if she like this, I have an ambling muse that shall be at her service: But what stumbling block is cast in my way? This is no place to sleep in, I take it in a story under a trundlebed: I have seen these clothes afore now, the tailor took measure for one of our gods that made 'em; d'ye hear friend, hal 'tis the Prince Corybreus, dead, killed, Ha? my Lord he's speechless. What were I best to do? in stead of searching the wound I'll first search his pockets: What's here? a bracelet, a pretty toy, I'll give it the Queen, but if I be found here alone I may be found necessary to his death. Ha, what shall I do? My daughter gone abroad without a servant? I offered my attendance. Ha! what's here, one murdered? 'tis the Prince, Slain in my house, confusion; Look about, Search for the traitor I am undone for ever. The Prince! I'll take my oath I see him not enter. Why thus disguised? I tremble to look on him, seek every where. I gave access to none but Rodamant, and he is gone. What shall we do? remove the murdered body, And on thy life be silent, we are lost else. Attend without, and give access to none, Till I have thought some way through this affliction. Did my stars owe me this? oh, I could curse 'em, And from my vexed heart exhale a vapour Of execrations, that should blast the day, And darken all the world. The Prince murdered In my house, and the Traitor not discovered. One, Sir, with a letter. Let him carry it back, where's the young Prince, Conallus? Gone long since, Sir. I'll lay the murder upon him, It will be thought ambition, or upon the Queen. Sir, one waits With a Letter from the King. The King? that name Shoots horror through me now, who is the messenger? A stranger both in habit and in person: This is he, Sir. Ha. The King salutes you, My Lord, this paper speaks his royal pleasure. You have forgot me, Sir; but I have been more Familiar to your knowledge: Is there nothing Within my face, that doth resemble once A slave you had? H, is your name Patrick? It is, my Lord: I made my humble suit Toth' King, that by his favour I might visit you; And though I have not now that servile tie, It will not shame me to profess I owe You duty still, and shall to my best power Obey your just commands.
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Thy jeat and Alablaster face now calls, My love and hunger up to eat stone walls. But so I may bite of her nose, if her face be alablaster; but she is in prison, there it holds, and I may do her service to break prison for her any way. Well, here's enough at a time, if she like this, I have an ambling muse that shall be at her service: But what stumbling block is cast in my way? This is no place to sleepe in, I take it in a story under a trundlebed: I have seene these clothes afore now, the tailor tooke measure for one of our gods that made 'em; heare freind, hal 'tis the Prince Corybreus, dead, kild, Ha? my Lord hee's speechlesse. What were I best to doe? in stead of searching the wound I'll first search his pockets: What's here? a bracelet, a pretty toy, I'll give it the Queene, but if I be found here alone I may be found necessary to his death. Ha, what shall I do? My daughter gone abroad without a servant? I offer'd my attendance. Ha! what's here, one murder'd? 'tis the Prince, Slaine in my house, confusion; Look about, Search for the traitour I am undone for ever. The Prince! I'll take my oath I see him not enter. Why thus disguis'd? I tremble to look on him, seek everie where. I gave accesse to none but Rodamant, and he is gone. What shall we doe? remove the murder'd body, And on thy life be silent, we are lost else. Attend without, and give accesse to none, Till I have thought some way through this affliction. Did my stars owe me this? oh, I could curse 'em, And from my vexd heart exhale a vapour Of execrations, that should blast the day, And darken all the world. The Prince murder'd In my house, and the Traytor not discovered. One, Sir, with a letter. Let him carrie it back, where's the young Prince, Conallus? Gone long since, Sir. I'll lay the murder upon him, It will be thought ambition, or upon the . Sir, one waits With a Letter from the King. The King? that name Shoots horrour through me now, who is the messenger? A stranger both in habit and in person: This is he, Sir. Ha. The King salutes you, My Lord, this paper speaks his royall pleasure▪ You have forgot me, Sir; but I have beene more Familiar to your knowledge: Is there nothing Within my face, that doth resemble once A slave you had? H, is your name Patrick? It is, my Lord: I made my humble suit Toth' King, that by his favour I might visit you; And though I have not now that servile tye, It will not shame me to professe Iowe You dutie still, and shall to my best power Obey your just commands.