The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 21 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 T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.77 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Do not mistake a piety, I am prepared And can endure your strict mortifications, Good Father then prefer my humble suit, To your superior for the habit, and Let me not long expect you, say I am, Noble, but humblest in my thoughts. I go, Mean time examine well this new desire, Whether't be a wild flash, or a heavenly fire. Now my good boy. Sir, your command is done, And she believes? That I am dead Dulcino? That you are dead, and as she now scorned life▪ Death lends her cheeks his paleness, and her eyes Tell down their drops of silver to the earth, Wishing her tears might rain upon your grave▪ To make the gentle earth produce some flower, Should bear your names and memories. But thou seest, I live Dulcino. Sir I should be blessed, If I did see you sought the means to live, And to live happily, O noble Sir, Let me untread my steps, unsay my words, And tell your love, you live. No my sweet Boy, She thinks not much amiss, I am a man But of an hour or two, my will is made, And now I go, never more cheerfully, To give eternal farewell to my friends. For heaven's sake Sir, what's this you mean to do? There is a fear sits cold upon my heart, And tells me— Let it not misinform thee Boy, I'll use no violence to myself, I am Resolved a course, wherein I will not doubt, But thou wilt bear me company? We'll enter Into Religion. Into Religion? O 'tis a heavenly life, go with me boy, we'll imitate the singing Angels there, Learn how to keep a choir in heaven, and scorn Earth's transitory glory, wilt Dulcino? Alas my Lord, I am too young. Too young To serve heaven? Never, never, O take heed. Of such excuse. Alas, what shall I do? And yet I'm weary of the world, but how Can I do this? I am not yet discovered, Sir, I shall still attend you. thou'rt my comfort, I have propounded it already, to A Benedictine, by whose means we may Obtain the habit, stay thou and expect him, I must be absent for a little time, To finish something, will conduce, to my Eternal quiet, if th'haft any scruple, He will direct thee, having both made even With earth, we'll travail hand, in hand to heaven. Fortune hath lent me a prospective glass, By which I have a look beyond all joys, To a new world of misery, what's my best Let it be so, for I am hopeless now, And it were well, if when those weeds I have, That I might go disguised to my grave. This is strange. You know I have given you many precepts of honesty? And you know how I have followed 'em.
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Doe not mistake a piety, I am prepar'd And can endure your strict mortifications, Good Father then preferre my humble Suite, To your Superiour for the habit, and Let me not long expect you, say I am, Noble, but humblest in my thoughts. I goe, Meane time examine well this new desire, Whether't be a wild flash, or a Heauenly fire. Now my good boy. Sir, your command is done, And she beleeues? That I am dead Dulcino? That you are dead, and as shee now scorn'd life▪ Death lends her cheekes his palenesse, and her eyes Tell downe their drops of siluer to the earth, Wishing her teares might raine vpon your graue▪ To make the gentle earth produce some flower, Should beare your names and memories. But thou seest, I liue Dulcino. Sir I should bee blest, If I did see you sought the meanes to liue, And to liue happily, O noble Sir, Let mee vntread my steps, vnsay my words, And tell your loue, you liue. No my sweet Boy, Shee thinkes not much amisse, I am a man But of an houre or two, my will is made, And now I goe, neuer more cheerefully, To giue eternall farewell to my friends. For Heauens sake Sir, whats this you meane to do? There is a feare sits cold vpon my heart, And tels me— Let it not misinforme thee Boy, Ile vse no violence to my selfe, I am Resolu'd a course, wherein I will not doubt, But thou wilt beare mee company? weele enter Into Religion. Into Religion? O tis a Heauenly life, goe with me boy, Wee'l imitate the singing Angels there, Learne how to keepe a Quire in Heauen, and scorne Earths transitory glorie, wo't Dulcino? Alas my Lord, I am too young. Too young To ferue Heauen? Neuer, neuer, O take heed. Of such excuse. Alas, what shall I doe? And yet I'me weary of the world, but how Can I doe this? I am not yet discouered, Sir, I shall still attend you. Th'art my comfort, I haue propounded it already, to A Benedictine, by whose meanes we may Obtaine the habit, stay thou and expect him, I must bee absent for a little time, To finish something, will conduce, to my Eternall quiet, if th'haft any scruple, Hee will direct thee, hauing both made euen With earth, weele trauaile hand, in hand to heauen. Fortune hath lent me a prospectiue glasse, By which I haue a looke beyond all ioyes, To a new world of miserie, whats my best Let it be so, for I am hopelesse now, And it were well, if when those weedes I haue, That I might goe disguised to my graue. This is strange. You know I haue giuen you many precepts of honestie? And you know how I haue followed em.