The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 10 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 0.82 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
He said, what a warm lover, when desire Makes eloquent could speak, he said you were Both star and pilot. Not to fast, my joys Will be too mighty for me. I have found it, That boy comes from the Duke, that letter love, 'Twill be a match, and please your ladyship— Forbear your Ceremonies, what needs all this Preparation, if the Duke vouchsafe His person for my guest, duty will teach me, To entertain him without half this trouble, I'll have noryot for his highness. Hum? How's this. Be less officious, you forget— Sweet youth, go forward with thy story. Hum? This is a Faurie, and the devil sent him To make my Lady mad, 'ttwere well to try Whether he be flesh and blood, ha', I'll pinch him first. How now? My care shall see nothing be wanting, for Your honour, and the Dukes. Your place I see, Is better than your manners, go too, be Less troublesome, his highness brings intents Of grace, not burden to us, know your duty. So, I were best keep myself warm with my own office, while I may, the Tide is turned I see within two Minutes, here was nothing but look to the Gallery, perfume the Chambers, what Musicke for the Duke, a Banquet for the Duke, now, be less officious, we'll have noryot for his highness, 'tis this urchin h'as undone all our preferment. The sun's loved flower, that shuts his yellow curtain, When he declineth, opens it again At his fair rising, with my parting Lord, I closed all my delights, till his approach, It shall not spread itself. Madam the Duke? Already. He is entered. Do not leave me, I shall remember more. Excellent Cleona, The humble duty of a subject to your highness. Rise high in out thoughts, and thus Confirm we are welcome, to these eyes, our heart, Shall pay a lower duty, than obedience Hath taught your knee. Your Grace much honours me, Till this white hour, these walls were never proud, T'enclose a guest, the genius of our house, Is by so great a presence waked, and glories, Te entertain you. Every accent falls Like a fresh jewel, to increase her value, We can but thank Cleena. Royal Sir— Let me revoke that hasty syllable, But thank thee, yes, we can do more, and will, We have a heart to do't, our much grieved sister I know you do not wear this sadness, for Our presence. If I've any skill in mine own eyes, Since they beheld you, they have looked More cheerfully, than they are wont. And yet I see a tear is ready to break prison, It is of joy to see you sit in health, I hope the Prince is well? He will be so when he leaves to be unkind To thee, but let's forget him, Fame has not Injured him, in the Character of his person, And his shape promiseth a richer soul, I feel a new, and fiery spirit dance, Upon my amorous heartstrings.
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He said, what a warme louer, when desire Makes elequent could speake, he said you were Both starre and Pilote. Not to fast, my ioyes Will be too mighty for me. I haue found it, That boy comes from the Duke, that letter loue, 'Twill be a match, and please your Ladiship— Forbeare your Ceremonies, what needs all this Preparation, if the Duke vouchsafe His person for my guest, duty will teach me, To entertaine him without halfe this trouble, Ile haue noryot for his Highnesse. Hum? How's this. Be lesse officious, you forget— Sweet youth, goe forward with thy story. Hum? This is a Favrie, and the Diuell sent him To make my Lady mad, twere well to try Whether he be flesh and blood, ha, Ile pinch him first. How now? My care shall see nothing be wanting, for Your honour, and the Dukes. Your place I see, Is better then your manners, goe too, be Lesse troublesome, his Highnesse brings intents Of grace, not burden to vs, know your duty. So, I were best keepe my selfe warme with my owne office, while I may, the Tide is turn'd I see within two Minutes, heere was nothing but looke to the Gallery, perfume the Chambers, what Muficke for the Duke, a Banquet for the Duke, now, be lesse officious, Wee'l haue noryot for his Highnesse, tis this Vrchin h'as vndone all our preferment. The Suns lou'd flower, that shuts his yellow curtaine, When he declineth, opens it againe At his faire rising, with my parting Lord, I clos'd all my delights, till his approach, It shall not spread it selfe. Madam the Duke? Already. Hee is entred. Do not leaue me, I shall remember more. Excellent Cleona, The humble duty of a Subiect to your Highnesse. Rise high in out thoughts, and thus Confirme we are welcome, to these eyes, our heart, Shall pay a lower duty, then obedience Hath taught your knee. Your Grace much honours me, Till this white houre, these walles were neuer proud, T'inclose a guest, the genius of our house, Is by so great a presence wak'd, and glories, Te entertaine you. Euery accent falls Like a fresh lewell, to encrease her valew, Wee can but thanke Cleena. Royall Sir— Let me reuoke that hasty syllable, But thanke thee, yes, wee can doe more, and will, Wee haue a heart to do't, our much greeu'd sister I know you doe not weare this sadnesse, for Our presence. If I'ue any skill in mine owne eyes, Since they beheld you, they haue looked More cheerefully, then they are wont. And yet I see a teare is ready to breake prison, It is of ioy to see you sit in health, I hope the Prince is well? He will bee so when he leaues to be vnkind To thee, but let's forget him, Fame ha's not Iniur'd him, in the Character of his person, And his shape promiseth a richer Soule, I feele a new, and fierie spirit dance, Vpon my amorous heart-strings.