The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 2 of 38
Shirley, James · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Nov 3] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.68 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Leonora's picture a fair table-book. You may without offence to your yonng Wife▪ Look on a Picture. I 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 it, let 〈◊〉 see't't to more, Milan and we are parted, our breast wears Again his natural Temper, allow me pray The excuse of common frailty, to be moved At strangeness of this news. Your highness said, You would to Tennis. And'tis time enough, We have the day before us: some Prince Grimundo In such a cause as this would have been angry, Angry indeed, thrown of cold language, and Called it a high, and loud affront, whose stirring Imagination would have wakened Death, And by a miserable war, have taught Repentance, to a pair of flourishing States, Such things there have been? But your Grace is wise— Nay do not flatter now, I do not Court Your praise so much, I speak but what our stories Mention, if they abuse not soft posterity: I was not come to tell you, what my thoughts, With a strong murmur prompt me too. We hope— Ye fear, and do not know me yet, my actions Shall clear your jealousy, I'm reconciled At home, and while I cherished a peace here, Abroad I must continue it, there are More Ladiesi'the world? Most true my Lord. And as attractive, great, and glorious women Are there not, ha'? Plenty my Lord i'the world. Ith' world, within the confines of our dukedom In Savoy, are there not? In Savoy too. Many choice beauties, but your birth my Lord▪ Was but an honour purchased by another, It might have been thy chance. My Father was No Duke. 'Twas not thy fault, nor is't my virtue, That I was borne when the fresh sun was rising, So came with greater shadow into life, Then thou, or he. But royal Sir be pleased— No more, we are not ignorant, you may Take away this distinction, and allege In your grave wisdoms, spacious arguments, For our alliance with some foreign Prince, But we have weighed their promising circumstance, And find it only a device, that may Serve time, and some dark ends, a mere state-trick, To disguise hatred, and is empty of Those benefits, it seems to bring along: Give me a Lady borne in my obedience, Whose disposition, will not engage A search into the nature of her Climate, Or make a serutinie into the stars: Whose language is mine own, and will not need A smooth Interpreter, whose virtue is Above all titles, though her birth or fortune, B a Degree beneath vs, such a Wife Were worth a thousand far fetched Brides, that have More state, and less devotion. If your highness— Come you shall know our purpose, in the last We obeyed your directions, not without Our free and firm allowance of the Lady Whom we'll forget, it will become your duties, Fellow us now, we have not been unthrifty In our affections, and that Milan may Know Savoy can neglect a Milanese, And that we need not borrow a delight, Hear we are fixed to marry,
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Leonora's picture a fair Table-booke. You may without offence to your yonng Wife▪ Looke on a Picture. I it, let se't o mre, Millan and we are parted, our breast weares Againe his naturall Temper, allow me pray The excuse of common frailty, to be moued At strangenesse of this newes. Your Highnesse said, You would to Tennis. And'tis time enough, Wee haue the day before vs: some Prince Grimundo In such a cause as this would haue beene angry, Angrie indeed, throw'ne of cold language, and Call'd it a high, and loud affront, whose stirring Imagination would haue wakened Death, And by a miserable warre, haue taught Repentance, to a paire of flourishing States, Such things there haue beene? But your Grace is wise— Nay doe not flatter now, I do not Court Your praise so much, I speake but what our stories Mention, if they abuse not soft posteritie: I was not come to tell you, what my thoughts, With a strong murmure prompt me too. We hope— Ye feare, and do not know me yet, my actions Shall cleare your jealousie, I'me reconcil'd At home, and while I cherisht a peace here, Abroad I must continue it, there are More Ladiesi'the world? Most true my Lord. And as attractiue, great, and glorious women Are there not, ha? Plenty my Lord i'the world. Ithe world, within the confines of our Dukedome In Sauoy, are there not? In Sauoy too. Many choice beauties, but your birth my Lord▪ Was but an honour purchas'd by another, It might haue beene thy chance. My Father was No Duke. 'Twas not thy fault, nor ist my vertue, That I was borne when the fresh Sunne was rising, So came with greater shadow into life, Then thou, or hee. But royall Sir be pleas'd— No more, wee are not ignorant, you may Take away this distinction, and alledge In your graue wisedomes, spacious arguments, For our alliance with some forraigne Prince, But we haue weighed their promising circumstance, And find it onely a deuice, that may Serue time, and some darke ends, a mere state-tricke, To disguise hatred, and is emptie of Those benefits, it seemes to bring along: Giue me a Ladie borne in my obedience, Whose disposition, will not engage A search into the nature of her Climate, Or make a serutinie into the Starres: Whose language is mine owne, and will not need A smooth Interpreter, whose vertue is Aboue all titles, though her birth or fortune, B a Degree beneath vs, such a Wife Were worth a thousand farre fetch'd Brides, that haue More state, and lesse Deuotion. If your Highnesse— Come you shall know our purpose, in the last We obey'd your directions, not without Our free and firme allowance of the Ladie Whom wee'l forget, it will become your duties, Follow vs now, wee haue not beene vnthrifty In our affections, and that Millan may Know Sauoy can neglect a Millanoise, And that we need not borrow a delight, Heere we are fixt to marry,