Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.71 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I pray look here then. This is his hand indeed. I very perfectly do know it to be his. Why then upon this hand I hear arrest you both, upon your lives. Who, we? ay, you Ladies, my Lord I pray you, read this letter. Reuerend Iudges, God wil by some meanes punish euerie sinne, and though against my will, yet by my conscience I am enforced to vnmaske my Ladies vilianies, the murther for which the Lord and Knight are like to die, was first plotted by them: the two Pages with my selfe did heare it: the Prisoners in this action, are inforc't by Sacrament to be secret, and thus intreating heauen in Iustice, still to ayde you. Yours Fleere a Florentine. Is this true my Lord? They are sworn not to reveal it, But being revealed they may affirm it. 'tis too true my Lord. Where are the Pages? Here my Lord. How say you boys to this letter? The letter speaks nothing but the truth. Well Ladies, than we here pronounce this sentence that you must die among the rest. You powers divine, I know do plainly see, heavens starry eyes sees all our villainy: And God in justice murder will reveal, But were I now, my life for to begin, I'd be an honest wife to you, wherefore forgive me dearest Lord. Lady, I do even as I hope to be forgiven. Show mercy heaven, my sins do thee offend, There's none can say he's happy till his end; Forgiveness Knight, and since the law on us, Hath laid so strict a hand, O let me be Thy wife before I die, and were I now A thousand years to live, I would be honest Loving none but thee. I do forgive you Lady with my soul. Long live my honoured Lord and mighty Duke of Florence. So a will, as long as't please the Hangman. My honoured Lord, your Father is deceased, and the state of Florence by me hath sent their Letters and allegiance. Let them call back the banished signor Antifront whom they & we, and all have wronged: O could I live but to inquire him out, in satisfaction of his wrongs, i'd marry his eldest Daughter, and whilst a lived a should be restored to his estate, but O he's— Here my Lord. I tax you to your word, signor Antifront yet lives, And here's his elder Daughter whom himself But now condemned to die: and here's the younger Left for you, the poisoned men are here alive again, Who did but dream of death, but yet do Live t' enrich a nuptial bed to you two, And now since every thing so well doth sort, Let all be pleased in this our comic sport, Where's Petoune? he shall have his Mistress too, He most deserves, for he did hotly woe, If we part friends, your hands unto us lend, What was not well, we'll next strive to amend.
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I pray looke heere then. This is his hand indeede. I very perfectly doe know it to be his. Why then vppon this hand I heare arrest you both, vpon your liues. Who, wee? I, you Ladies, my Lord I pray you, reade this letter. Reuerend Iudges, God wil by some meanes punish euerie sinne, and though against my will, yet by my conscience I am enforced to vnmaske my Ladies vilianies, the murther for which the Lord and Knight are like to die, was first plotted by them: the two Pages with my selfe did heare it: the Prisoners in this action, are inforc't by Sacrament to be secret, and thus intreating heauen in Iustice, still to ayde you. Yours Fleere a Florentine. Is this true my Lord? They are sworne not to reueale it, But being reueald they may affirme it. Tis too true my Lord. Where are the Pages? Heere my Lord. How say you boyes to this letter? The letter speakes nothing but the truth. Wel Ladies, then we heere pronounce this sentence that you must die among the rest. You powers deuine, I know doe plainely see, Heauens starrie eyes sees all our villanie: And God in Iustice murther will reueale, But were I now, my life for to beginne, Ide be an honest wife to you, wherefore forgiue me deerest Lord. Lady, I doe euen as I hope to be forgiuen. Show mercy heauen, my sinnes doe thee offend, Theres none can say hee's happie till his end; Forgiuenesse Knight, and since the law on vs, Hath laid so strickt a hand, O let me be Thy wife before I die, and were I now A thousand yeares to liue, I would be honest Louing none but thee. I doe forgiue you Lady with my soule. Long liue my honored Lord and mighty Duke of Florence. So a will, as long as't please the Hang-man. My honored Lord, your Father is deceased, and the state of Florence by me hath sent their Letters and allegiance. Let them call backe the banisht Signior Antifront whome they & we, and al haue wrong'd: O could I liue but to inquire him out, in satisfaction of his wronges, ide marry his eldest Daughter, and whilst a liu'd a should be restored to his estate, but O hee's— Heere my Lord. I taxe you to your word, Signior Antifront yet liues, And heeres his elder Daughter whome himselfe But now condemn'd to die: and heeres the younger Left for you, the poisoned men are heere a liue againe, Who did but dreame of death, but yet doe Liue t' enrich a nuptiall bed to you two, And now since euerie thing so well doth sort, Let all be pleas'd in this our comicke sport, Where's Petoune? he shal haue his Mistris too, He most deserues, for he did hotly woe, If we part friendes, your hands vnto vs lend, What was not well, weele next striue to amend.