The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 27 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 unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Foscaries shadow? The substance Sir, and once more at your feet, Return'd to lise. Rise, meet our armes▪ why i This Cloud? Your pardon royal Sir, it will Concern your highness to permit me walk In some Eclipse. How? Be but pleased to grant A little freedom to my speech, I shall Demonstrate the necessity of this Action, I said I had a messuage, I come Sir from Cleona. From Cleona? From her indeed, and in her name, I must Propound a question, to which she prays, You would be just and noble in your answer, Without disputing your Commission, Upon mine Honour— Prince's cannot stain it, dee you love her? Do I love her? Strange? Nay she would have you pause, and think welle're You give her resolution, for she bade me tell you She has been much afflicted since you left her, About your love. About my love? I prithee Be more particular. I shall, so soon As you were gone, being alone, and full Of melancholy thoughts. I left her so. Willing to ease her head upon her couch, Through silence, and some friendship of the dark, She fell asleep, and in a short dream thought, Some Spirit told her softly in her ear, You did but mock her with a smooth pretence O Loue. Ha'? More, that you are fallen from honour, Have taken impious flames into your bosom, That y'are a Bird of prey▪ and while she hath No household Lar, to wait upon her three should You would flie in, and 〈◊〉 upon her honour. I hope she has no faith in dreams▪ And yet Divinity hath oftentimes descended Upon our slumbers, and the blessed troops Have in the calm, and quiet of the soul, Conversed with us, taught men and women happy Ways to prevent a tyrant's rage, and lust. But this was some most false malicious Spirit, That would insinuate with her white soul, There's danger if she cherish the infusion. She cannot tell, she hath some fears my Lord, Great men have left examples of their vice, And yet no jealousy of you, but what A miracle doth urge, if this be one; If you but once more say you love Cleona, And speak it unto me, and to the Angels, Which in her prayers, she hath invoked to hear you, She will be confident, and tell her dream, She cannot be illuded. Though I need not Give an account to any, but to heaven And her fair self, Foscari, thou shalt tell her With what alacrity I display my heart, I love her with chaste and noble fire, my intents are Fair as her brow, tell her I dare proclaim it, In my devotions, at that minute, when I know a million of adoring Spirits Hover about the Altar, I do love her—
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Focaries shadow? The substance Sir, and once more at your feet, Return'd to lise. Rise, meet our armes▪ why i This Cloud? Your pardon royall Sir, it will Concerne your Highnesse to permit me walke In some Eclipse. How? Be but pleas'd to grant A little freedome to my speech, I shall Demonstrate the necessity of this Action, I said I had a messuag, I come Sir from Cleona. From Cleona? From her indeed, and in her name, I must Propound a question, to which she prayes, You would be just and noble in your answer, Without disputing your Commission, Vpon mine Honour— Princes cannot staine it, dee you loue her? Doe I loue her? Strange? Nay she would haue you pause, and thinke welle're You giue her resolution, for she bad me tell you She has beene much aflicted since you left her, About your loue. About my loue? I prethee Bee more particular. I shall, so soone As you were gone, being alone, and full Of melancholly thoughts. I left her so. Willing to ease her head vpon her couch, Through silence, and some friendship of the darke, Shee fell asleepe, and in a short dreame thought, Some Spirit told her softly in her eare, You did but mocke her with a smooth pretence O Loue. Ha? More, that you are fallen from honour, Haue taken impious flames into your bosome, That y'are a Bird of prey▪ and while she hath No houshold Lar, to waite vpon her thre shold You would fle in, and vpon her honour. I hope she ha's no faith in dreames▪ And yet Diuinity hath oftentimes descended Vpon our sl mbers, and the blessed troupes Haue in the calme, and quiet of the Soule, Conuers'd with vs, taugt men and women happy Wayes to preuent a tyrants rage, and lust. But this was some most false malicious Spirit, That would insinuate with her white Soule, There's danger if she cherish the infusion. She cannot tell, she hath some feares my Lord, Great men haue left examples of their vice, And yet no iealousie of you, but what A myracle doth vrge, if this be one; If you but once more say you loue Cleona, And speake it vnto me, and to the Angels, Which in her prayers, she hath inuok'd to heare you, She will be confident, and tell her dreame, She cannot be illuded. Though I need not Giue an account to any, but to Heauen And her faire selfe, Foscari, thou fhalt tell her With what alacritie I display my heart, I loue her with chast and noble fire, my intents are Faire as her brow, tell her I dare proclaime it, In my deuotions, at that minute, when I know a million of adoring Spirits Houer about the Altar, I doe loue her—