The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 12 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 0.80 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I'm sick too, Let not your ladyship repent your cost, I'll have a care the Sweet meats be not lost. Acquaint him with these passages of the Duke. Tell him I long to see him, and at last To crown the story, say my heart shall know No other love but his. I fly with this Good news. Madam here is Prince Lodowick, Newly discoached. Attend him? Most officiously. Stay it can do no harm. E'en what you please. If he inquire for his Lady, answer She is not very well, and keeps her Chamber. I'll say she's dead if you please, 'tis my duty I'll never speak truth while I live, that shall Offend your ladyship. You may hear all, And when you please appear. Sick? where's her Doctor, I'll be acquainted with him, noble Lady. Your Grace is here most welcome, I am bold? I'm happy that my duty to the Prince Brought me to kiss your hand. Beside the honour done to me, your person Will add much comfort to Astella, your Weak Lady, She is sick, mend let her mend, she'll spend her time worse, yet she knows my mind, and might do me the courtesy to die once, i'd take it more kindly, then to be at charge with a physician. You would not poison her? I think I must be driven to't, what shall a man do with a woman that won't be ruled, I ha' given cause enough to break any reasonable woman's heart in Savoy, and yet you see how I am troubled with her, but leave her to the Destinies, where is my Brother all this while? I came to meet him, what is't a match already? when shall we dance, and triumph in the tiltyard, for honour of the high and mighty nuptials: where is he? My Lord he is gone. How? Distempered. Not with wine? Departed sick. She jeers him, by this lip I'll love thee, and thou wots abuse him, I knew he would but shame himself, and therefore durst not come with him, for mine own credit, I warrant, he came fierce upon thee with some parcel of Poetry, which he had conned by hart out of Tasso Guarini, or some other of the same melting Tribe, and thought to have brought thy Maiden town to his obedience, at the first noise of his furious artillery. My Lord, you understand me not, your Brother Is not in health, some unkind pain within him Compelled him to forsake us, Is it true? That he is sick, my brother's sick Piero. I am very well here. So am not I, pray Sir appear more civil Or I shall leave you. True? 'tis too true my Lord. No, no, truth is a virtuous thing, and we cannot have too much on't, d'ye hear, if I may counsel you be wise, and stay for me, you may be my wife within this month, and the Duchess too.
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I'm sicke too, Let not your Ladiship repent your cost, Ile haue a care the Sweet meates bee not lost. Acquaint him with these passages of the Duke. Tell him I long to see him, and at last To crowne the story, say my heart shall know No other Loue but his. I flye with this Good newes. Madam here is Prince Lodwicke, Newly discoach'd. Attend him? Most officiously. Stay it can doe no harme. Eene what you please. If he enquire for his Lady, answer She is not very well, and keepes her Chamber. Ile say she's dead if you please, 'tis my duty Ile neuer speake truth while I liue, that shall Offend your Ladiship. You may heare all, And when you please appeare. Sicke? where's her Doctor, Ile be acquainted with him, noble Lady. Your Grace is here most welcome, I am bold? I'm happy that my duty to the Prince Brought me to kisse your hand. Beside the honour done to me, your person Will adde much comfort to Astella, your Weake Lady, She is sicke, mend let her mend, sheele spend her time worse, yet she knowes my minde, and might doe mee the curtesie to die once, ide take it more kindly, then to be at charge with a Phisitian. You wo'd not poyson her? I thinke I must be driuen to't, what shall a man doe with a woman that wo'not be ruled, I ha giuen cause enough to breake any reasonable womans heart in Savoy, and yet you see how I am troubled with her, but leaue her to the Destinies, where is my Brother all this while? I came to meet him, what ist a match alreadie? when shall we daunce, and tryumph in the Tilt-yard, for honour of the high and mighty nuptials: where is he? My Lord he is gone. How? Distempered. Not with wine? Departed sicke. She jeeres him, by this lip Ile loue thee, and thou wot abuse him, I knew he would but shame himselfe, and therefore durst not come with him, for mine owne credit, I warrant, he came fierce vpon thee with some parcell of Poetry, which he had con'd by hart out of Tasso Guarrini, or some other of the same melting Tribe, and thought to haue brought thy Maiden Towne to his obedience, at the first noyse of his furious Artillerie. My Lord, you vnderstand me not, your Brother Is not in health, some vnkind paine within him Compeld him to forsake vs, Is it true? That he is sicke, my Brothers sicke Piero. I am very well here. So am not I, pray Sir appeare more ciuill Or I shall leaue you. True? Tis too true my Lord. No, no, truth is a vertuous thing, and we cannot haue too much on't, d'ee heare, if I may counsell you be wise, and stay for me, you may bee my wife within this Moneth, and the Durchesse too.