The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 29 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 T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Stay miracle of honour, and of love. If you proceed, as it concerns your happiness, I can secure all fear of me, I am Resolved a course wherein I will be dead To her, yet live to pray for her, and you, Although I never see you more, will you royal Lord? did ever lover plead against himself before? I love her still, And in that study her advancement Sir, In you. I cannot give her. Well, I will still love her, and solicit. And not open That I am living. Not a Syllable. I am confident, let me but kiss your hand. again, may blessings dwell with you for ever. He was always noble, but this passion Has outgone history, it makes for me, Hail to my courteous fate, Foscari thankes, Like the aged Phenix, thy old love expires, And from such Death, springs life to my desires. The Father is not come yet, nor my Lord yet when they do, I have no way T lpe my selfe, nor haue I power to goe From hence, sure this is the Religious man. Ha' 'tis the same. Father Valentio? Dear Leonora. Sir the same. Oh let My tears express my joys, what miracle Gave you this liberty? I was rescued, By th'happy valour of a Gentleman, To whom in gratitude, I pay this service, He bade me here expect a holy man, And is it you? The circumstance confirms it. Are you the goodman whom my Lord expects▪ 'tis so me refreshing in the midst of sorrow, To meet again. And heaven hath heard my prayer. But I am miserable still unless Your counsel do relieve me. Why my charge? This noble Gentleman, to whom I own My preservation, who appointed you To meet him here, having resolved to enter, Into Religion, hath been very urgent, For me to do so too, and overcome With many importunities, I gave Consent, not knowing what was best to do, Some cure or I am lost, you know I cannot Mix with religious men. Did you consent? I did, and he is now upon the point Of his return. Y'are in a strait▪ I must Confess, no matter, hold your purpose, and Leave all to me, he is returned. Good Father. Now I am ready, have you disposed him For such a life. He is constant to attend you, I have prepared him, and made way to the Abbot, For your reception, I am blessed, Dulcimo, Nay no distinction now, me thinks we move Upon the wings of Cherubins already, 'tis but a step to heaven, come my sweet boy We climb by a short ladder to our joy▪ This my Lord is her garden, into which you see My key hath given us private access, 'tis full of curiosity, You see that grove. I do. There is her house of pleasure, let your eye entertain Some delight here, while I give her happy Knowledge you are entered▪
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Stay myracle of honour, and of loue. If you proceed, as i concernes your happinesse, I can secure all feare of mee, I am Rsolu'd course wherein I will bee dead To he, yet liue to pray for her, and you, Although I neuer see you more, will you M Ryall Lord? Dd euer Louer plead Againt himselfe before? I lou her still, And in that study her advancement Sir, In you. I cannot giu her. Well, I will still loue her, and solicite. And not open That I am liung. Not a Syllable. I am confident, let me but kisse your hand. Agn, may blessings dwell with you for euer. He was awayes noble, but this passion Has outgone Hystorie, it makes for me, Haile to my curteous fate, Foscri thankes, Like the aged Penix, thy old loue expires, And from uch Death, springs lie to my dfires. The Father is not come yet, nor my Lord , yet when they doe, I haue no way T lpe my selfe, nor haue I power to goe From hence, sure this is the Religious man. Ha tis the sme. Father Valentio? Deare Leonra. Sir the same. Oh let My teares expresse my ioyes, what myracl Gaue you this liberty? I was rescued, By th'happy valour of a Gentleman, To whom in gratitude, I pay this seruice, He bad me here expect a holy man, And is it you? The cicumstance confirmes it. Are you the goodman whom my Lord expect ▪ Tis so me refreshing in the midst of sorrow, To meete agen. And Heauen hath heard my prayer. But I am miserable still vnlesse Your counsell doe releeue me. Why my charge? This noble Gentleman, to whom I owe My preseruation, who appointed you To meet him here, hauing resolu'd to enter, Into Religion, hath beene very vrgent, For mee to doe so too, and overcome With many importunities, I gaue Consent, not knowing what was best to doe, Some cure or I am lost, you know I cannot Mixe with religious men. Did you consent? I did, and he is now vpon he point Of his returne. Y'are in a straight▪ I must Confesse, no matter, hold your purpose, and Leaue all to mee, he is return'd. Good Father. Now I am ready, haue you dispos'd him For such a life. Hee is constant to attend you, I haue prepar'd him, and made way to the Abbot, For your reception, I am best, Dulcimo, Nay no distinction now, me thinkes we moue Vpon the wings of Cherubins already, Tis but a step to heauen, come my sweet boy Wee climbe by a short ladder to our ioy▪ This my Lord is her garden, into which you see My key hath giuen vs priuate accesse, Tis full of curiositie, You see that goue. I doe. There is her house of pleasure, let your eye entertaine Some delight here, while I giue her happie Knowledge you are entred▪