The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 11 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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
We are come My fair Cleona. With your highness' pardon, That name was never so attended, it Becomes your bounty, but not me to wear That Title. What? Of, fair my Lord? I said you were my fair Cleona— Sir? I did apply, I hopeed does not offend to call you so, Y'are yet my subject. When I leave that name, may heaven— Be pleased to change it for a better▪ It cannot. Do not sin, 'tis in our power With your consent, to work that wonder Lady. I want my understanding. I'll explain, Do not believe it youth, by all the faith Of Virgins▪ I'll not change my service, to Thy Master for his dukedom. Y'are too noble. What boy is that? Ha' Giotto? Madam, the Duke observes us. I ha' seen him, It is no common face. My Lord we know not, Where is Grimundo? Not yet come my Lord. Send for him straight, and bid him bring the picture We gave into his keeping, yet, forbear, It is in vain. My Lord, Cleona waits Your farther Courtship. Whither am I carried? I hope dread Sir, my house affords no object, To interrupt your quiet. None but heavenly, this roof be capable of ill, only presence Lady would convert it. rtuous magic in your eye, For where soe'er it calls a beam, it does Create a goodness, y'ave a handsome boy. The Duke is troubled? He's a pretty youth. I hope he won't take me from my Lady, I'll say I am her servant. Something binds My speech, my heart is narrow of a sudden, Giotto take some opportunity To inquire that youth condition▪ name, and Country, And give us private knowledge, to cut off Circumstance Lady, I am not your fresh, And unacquainted lover, that doth waist The tedious moons with preparation To his amorous suit, I have been Cleona, A long admirer of your virtues, and Do want the comfort or so sweet a Partner, In our young state. You mock your humble handmaid. A stranger sayest? He brought some welcome Letter To my Lady. Not know his name nor whence? No my good Lord. So so, I like this well, My Lady does apply her to the Duke, There is some hope again, things may succeed This Lords discoursing with me, is an Omen To my familiarity with greatness. Grimundo not come yet? I am not well. Good heaven defend, Angels protect your highness. Your holy prayers cannot but do me good. Continue that devotion, charity Will teach you a consent, to my departure, I am unhappy. Make not me so Lady, By the least trouble of yourself, I am Acquainted with these passions, let me breathe A hart upon thy lip farewell again Your pardon. 'Tis a very strange distemper, And sudden, noble Lady we must wait Upon the Duke. My bud is niptagen, Would all the Banquet were in his belly for't. Let not my eyes betray me.
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We are come My faire Cleona. With your Highnesse pardon, That name was neuer so attended, it Becomes your bountie, but not me to weare That Title. What? Of, faire my Lord? I said you were my faire Cleona— Sir? I did apply, I hope't does not offend to call you so, Y'are yet my Subiect. When I leaue that name, may Heauen— Be pleas'd to change it for a better▪ It cannot. Doe not sinne, tis in our power With your consent, to worke that wonder Lady. I want my vnderstanding. Ile explaine, Doe not beleeue it youth, by all the faith Of Virgins▪ Ile not change my seruice, to Thy Master for his Dukedome. Y'are too noble. What boy is that? Ha Giotto? Madam, the Duke obserues vs. I ha seene him, It is no common face. My Lord we know not, Where is Grimundo? Not yet come my Lord. Send for him streight, and bid him bring the picture We gaue into his keeping, yet, forbeare, It is in vaine. My Lord, Cleona waites Your farther Courtship. Whither am I carried? I hope dread Sir, my house affords no obiect, To interrup your quiet. None but Heauenly, this roofe be capable of ill, onely presence Lady would conuert it. rtuous Magick in your eye, For where soere it calls a beame, it does Create a goodnesse, y'aue a handsome boy. The Duke is troubled? He's a prettie youth. I hope he wo'not take me from my Lady, I'e say I am her Seruant. Something bindes My speech, my heart is narrow of a suddaine, Giotto take some opportunity To enquire that youthe condition▪ name, and Country, And giue vs priuate knowledge, to cut off * Circumstance Lady, I am not your fresh, And vnacquainted Louer, that doth wast The tedious Moones with preparation To his amoous suite, I haue beene Cleona, A long admirer of your vertues, and Doe want the comfort or so sweet a Partner, In our young state. You mocke your humble handmaid. A stranger sayest? He brought some welcome Letter To my Lady. Not know his name nor whence? No my good Lord. So so, I like this well, My Lady does apply her to the Duke, There is some hope agen, things may succeed This Lords discoursing with me, is an Omen To my familiarity with Greatnesse. Grimundo not come yet? I am not well. Good Heauen defend, Angels protect your Highnes. Your holy prayers cannot but doe me good. Continue that Deuotion, Charitie Will teach you a consent, to my departure, I am vnhappy. Make not me so Lady, By the least trouble of your selfe, I am Acquainted with these passions, let me breath A hart vpon thy lip farewell agen Your pardon. 'Tis a very strange distemper, And suddaine, noble Lady we must waite Vpon the Duke. My bud is niptagen, Would all the Banquet were in his belly for't. Let not my eyes betray me.