Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Are you serious? How have I fined in my credulity 'Gainst virtue, all this while? what charm bound up My understanding part, I should admit A possibility, for her to carry So black a soul; though all her sex beside Had fallen from their creation? thou hast Not life enough to forfeit, what an advantage To fame and goodness had been lost. Will you fight? Wert thou defenced with circular fire, more Subtle than the lightning, that I knew would ravish My heart, and marrow from me, yet I should Neglect the danger, and but singly armed, Fly to revenge thy calumny: a whore— come on sir. thouart wounded: ha? Mortally, fly Beauford, save thyself, I hasten to the dead. Oh stay a while, or thou wilt lose us both, Thy wound I cannot call back, now there is No dallying with heaven, but thou pull'st on thee Double confusion, leave a truth behind thee, As thou wouldst hope rest to thy parting soul, Hast thou not wronged Gratiana? Yes, in my lust, but not in my report, Take my last breath, I sinfully enjoyed her, Gratiana is a blotted piece of alabaster: Farewell lest some betray thee, heaven forgive My offence, as I do freely pardon thine. I cannot long survive,— Is there no hope thou mayst recover? Oh! Farewell for ever then, with thy short breath May all thy ills conclude, mine but begin To muster, life and I shall quickly part, I feel a sorrow will break Beauford's heart. There are coney-stealers abroad sir. These whoreson rabbit suckers Will ne'er leave the ground. In my walk last night, I frighted some on 'em. Pox a these vermin, would they were all destroyed. So we may chance to keep no deer. Why so? An old coney stops a knave's mouth sometimes. That else would be gaping for Venison. Oh. whose's that? Here's a Gentleman wounded. Ha? He has bled much. How came you hurt sir? no, Not speak? if he be not past hope, let us Cany him to my lodge▪ my wife is a Piece of a Surgeon, has been fortunate In some cures: tear a piece of thy shirt Raph, To bind his wound quickly:— so, so, alas Poor Gentleman, he may hue to be dressed, and tell Who has done this misfortune: gently Honest Raph, he has some breath yet: Would I had my bloodhound here. You're welcome Mr Landby, and mistress Iane. Where's the young Captain sir your Nephew? He went betimes to wait upon the bridegroom. They are inseparable friends, as they had Divided hearts, they both are glad, when either Meet a good fortune. I'll be bold to see your daughter. Do mistress Iane, she has Her maids blush yet, she'll make you amends for this, And ere't be long I hope' dance at your wedding. I wish you many joy's sir by this marriage: Your daughter ha' made discreet election, She'll have a hopeful Gentleman.
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Are you serious? How haue I fin'd in my credulity 'Gainst vertue, all this while? what charme bound vp My vnderstanding part, I should admit A possibility, for her to carry So blacke a soule; though all her sexe beside Had fallen from their creation? thou hast Not life enough to forfeit, what an aduantage To fame and goodnesse had beene lost. Will you fight? Wert thou defen'd with circular fire, more Subtle then the lightning, that I knew would rauish My heart, and marrow from me, yet I should Neglect the danger, and but singly arm'd, Flye to reuenge thy calumny: a whore—come on sir. Th'art wounded: ha? Mortally, flye Beauford, saue thy selfe, I hasten to the dead. Oh stay a while, or thou wilt loose vs both, Thy wound I cannot call backe, now there is No dallying with heauen, but thou pulst on thee Double confusion, leaue a truth behind thee, As thou wouldst hope rest to thy parting soule, Hast thou not wrong'd Gratiana? Yes, in my lust, but not in my report, Take my last breath, I sinfully enioy'd her, Gratiana is a blotted peece of alablaster: Farewell least some betray thee, heauen forgiue My offence, as I do freely pardon thine. I cannot long suruiue,— Is there no hope thou maist recouer? Oh! Farewell for euer then, with thy short breath My all thy ills conclude, mine but beginne To muster, life and I shall quickly part, I feele a sorrow will breake Beaufords heart. There are Cony-stealers abroad sir. These whorson Rabbet suckers Will nere leaue the ground. In my walke last night, I frighted some on em. Pox a these vermin, would they were all destroy'd. So we may chance to keepe no Deere. Why so? An old Cony stops a knaues mouth somtimes. That else would be gaping for Venison. Oh. Whose that? Here's a Gentle-man wounded. Ha? He has bled much. How cam you hurt si? no, Not speake? if he be not past hpe, let vs Cany him to my lodge▪ my wife is a Pece of a Sugon, has beene fortunate In some cures: teare a peece of thy shirt Raph, To bind his wound quickly: —so, so, alas Poore Gentle-man, he may hue to be drest, and tell Who has done this mis-fortune: gently Honest Raph, he has some breath yet: Would had my blood-hound here. Y'are welcome Mr Landby, and mistresse Iane. Where's the young Captayn si your Nephew? He went betimes to waite vpon the Bridgroome. They are inseperable friends, as they had Diuided hearts, they both are glad, when eyther Meee a good fortune. Ile be bold to see your daughter. Do mistresse Iane, she has Her maides blush yet, she'le make you amends for this, And ere't be long I hope 'dance at your wedding. I wish you many ioyes sir by this marriage: Your daughter ha made discreet election, She'le hue a hopefull Gentle-man.