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 · 530 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
A live, as glad to see thee, as thou art To know thyself acquitted for my death; Which I of purpose by this honest friend, To whose cure, I owe my life, made you believe, I increase our joy at meeting: for you Lady, You are a woman,— yet you might ha' been Less violent in your pleading, do not Engage me past respects of mine, or your own honour. Mine is above thy malice, I have a breast Impenetrable, 'gainst which, thou sound aiming, Thy arrows, but recoil into thy bosom, And leave a wound. Friend we have found thy error— Let it be mine, we have had storms already. Tell me injurious man for in this presence You must acquit the honour you accused, Discharge thy poison here, inhuman Traitor— Thou wilt ask her now forgiveness, she's all chastity. Why d''ee tempt me thus? It was ill done sir— Accuse her to her face. So so, you see, I am silent still. You are too full of guilt to excuse your treachery. Then farewell all respect, and hear me tell This bold and insolent woman, that so late Made triumph in my death. Oh sir proceed not, You do not declare yourself of generous birth, Thus openly to accuse a Gentlewoman, Were it a truth. He may throw soil at heaven, And as soon stain it. Sirrah boy, who made you so peremptory He would be whipped. With what? I am not armed You see, but your big language would not fright My youth, were it be friended with a sword; You should find than I would dare to prove it A falsehood, on your person. How now Milisent? Hath my love made me thus ridiculous? Beauford, that you will suffer such a boy To affront me? then against all the world I rise an enemy, and defy his valour Dares justify Gratiana virtuous. Believe your eyes. My daughter alive? Oh my dear heart. You are come opportunely, Cardona speak the truth, as thou wouldst not Eat my poinard, is not Gratiana A sinful woman. What means Marwood, ha? I am in a labyrinth? Hold, I confess— You never did enjoy Gratiana. Ha? Let not our shame be public, sir, you shall Have the whole truth, oh that my tears were able To wash my sin away— won with your promises, I did, in hope to mark myself a fortune, And get a husband for my child, with much Black oratory, woe my daughter to Supply Gratiana's bed, whom with what Circumstance, you enjoyed, that you believed It was the virgin you desired. Is't possible? I am at a confasion, where's this daughter? She with the fear (as I conceive) of her Dishonour, taking a few jewels with her, Went from me, I know not whither, by this time Dead if not more unhappy in her fortune. Into how many sins hath lust engaged me? Is there a hope you can forgive, and you, And she whom I have most dishonoured I never had a conscience till now, To be grieved for her, I will hide myself From all the World. Stay sir— You hear this Beauford, father—
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A liue, as glad to se thee, as thou art To know thy selfe for my ; Which I of purpose by this honest friend, To whose cure, I owe my life, made you beleeue, I increase our ioy at meeting: for you Lady, You are a woman,—yet you might ha beene Lesse violent in your peading, do not Engge me past respects of mie, or your own honor. Mine is aboue thy malice, I hae a breast Impenetrable, 'gainst which, thou ndly ayming, Thy arrowes, but recoile into thy bosome, And leaue a wound. Frind we haue found thy errour— Lt it be mine, we haue had stomes already. Tel me iniurious man for in this presence You must acquit the honour you accusd, Discharge thy poyson here, in humane Traytor — Thou wot ake her now so giuene, she's al chastitie. Why d'ee tempt me tus? It was ill done sir — Accuse her to her face. So so, you see, I am silent still. You are to fl of guilt to excuse your trechery. Then farwell all respect, and heare me tell This bold and insolent woman, that so late Made triumph in my death. Oh sir proceede not, You do not declare your selfe of generous birth, Thus openly to accuse a Gentle-woman, Were it a truth. He may throw soyle at heauen, And as soone staine it. Sirra boy, who made you so peremptory He would be whipt. With what? I am not arm'd You see, but your bg language would not fright My youth, were it be friended with a sword; You should find then I would dare to proue it A fals hood, on your person. How now Milisent? Hath my loue made mee thus ridiculous? Beauford, that you will suffer such a boy To affront me? then against all the world I rise an enemy, and defie his valour Dares iustifie Gratiana vertuous. Beleeue your eyes. My daughter aliue? Oh my deare heart. You are come opporunely, Cardona speake the truth, as thou wouldst not Eate my pnard, is not Gratiana A sinnefull woman. What meanes Marwood, ha? I am in a laborinth? Hld, I confesse — Yu neuer did enioy Gratiana. Ha? Let not our shm be pubicke, sir, you shall Haue the whole truth, oh that my teares were able To wash my sinne away—won wih your promises, I did, in hope to marke my self a fortune, And get a husband for my childe, with much Backe oratoury, woe my daughter to Supply Gratianaes bed, whom with hat Circumstance, you enioyd, tha you bleeu'd It was the virgin you desir'd. Ist possible? I am t a confasion, where's this daughter? She with the feare (as I conceiue) of her Dishonour, taking a few iewels with her, Went from me, I know not whither, by this time Dead if not more vnhappy in her fortune. Into how many sinnes hth lust engag'd me? Is there a hope you can forgiue, nd you, And she whom I haue most dishonor'd I neuer had a conscience till now, To be grieu'd for her, I will hide my selfe From all the World. Stay sir— You heare this Beauford, father —