The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 38 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 0.71 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
This is a mystery, Dulcino? No my Lord, I am discovered, You see Leonora now, a Milan Lady, If I may hope your pardon— Love; and honour Thou dost enrich my heart, Cleona read And entertain the happiness, to which Thy fare predestined thee, whilst I obey Mine here. How, my Lord Foscary? If he beliving, I must die before This separation be confirmed, my joy Doth overcome my wonder, can you leave The world while I am in't? Decr' Leonora! Then willingly I dispense with my intention And if the Duke have found another Mistress, It shall be my devotion to pray here, And my religion to honour thee. Many blessings crown This unlon. Your pardon gracious Princess I did impose too much. I studied To be your grateful servant, as yourself Unto the fair Cleona we are all happy. They're here; by your leave brother, my Lord Abbot? Witness enough. Why thus kneels Lodowick? To make confession brother, and beg heavens And every good man's pardon, for the wrong I 〈◊〉 ' done this excellent Lady, whom my soul New marries, and may heaven— ha' do not hold A justice back, Grimunde is a traitor Take heed on him and say your prayers, he is The Deulls grand solliciter for souls, He hath not such another cunning engine I'th' world, to ruin virtue. I my Lord? You are no hypocrite, he does every night Lie with a Succubus, he brought me to one Let him deny it, but heaven had pity on me. Ha'? there she is, do you not see her? Devil! I do defy thee, my Lord stand by me, I will be honest, spite of him and thee, And lie with mine own wife. Sure the Prince is mad, Oh rise most noble Lady, well deserning A statue to record thy virtue. Ha'? This is Grimundo's wife, 'Tis so my Lord. No Deuills but the servant of your virtue, That shall rejoice, if we have thrived in your Conuersion. I hope it. Have I been mocked into honesty? are not you a fury? And you a slye and subtle Epicure? I do abhor the thought of being so, Pardon my seeming Sir. Oh go not back, Prevent thus seasonably your real torment. I am fully wakened, be this kiss the pledge Of my new heart. True love stream in your bosoms Lady forgive me too. Most willingly. Our joy is perfect, Lodowick 〈◊〉 A 〈◊〉 in this Lady, Leonora, The object of our first love, take the story As we 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Abbot we must thank You 〈◊〉 contriving this, and you good Father, Embassedors shall be dispatched to Milan, where and how their absent Princess Leonora 〈◊〉 disposed herself, mean while, Poets shall stretch inuention, to express Triumphs for thee, and Savoyes' happiness.
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This is a misterie, Dulcino? No my Lord, I am discouered, You see Lenora now, a Millan Lady, If I may hope your pardon— Loue; and honour Thou dost inrich my heart, Cleona reade And entertaine the happines, to which Thy fare predestin'd thee, whilst I obey Mine here. How, my Lord Foscary? If he beliuing, I must dye before This separation be confirm'd, my ioy Doth ouercome my wonder, can you leaue The world while I am in't? Decr' Leonora! Then willingly I dispence with my intention And if the Duke haue found another Mistris, It shall be my deuotion to pray here, And my religion to honour thee. Many blessings crowne This vnlon. Your pardon gracious Princesse I did impose too much. I studied To be your gratefull seruant, as your selfe Vnto the faire Cleona wee are all happy. The'yr here; by your leaue brother, my Lord Abbot? Witnesse enough. Why thus kneeles Lodowick? To make confession brother, and beg heauens And euery good mans pardon, for the wrong I 'done this excellent Lady, whom my soule New marries, and may heauen—ha doe not hold A Iustice backe, Grimunde is a traitor Take heed on him and say your prayers, hee is The Deulls grand solliciter for soules, Hee hath not such another cunning engine I'th world, to ruine vertue. I my Lord? You are no hipocrite, he does euery night Lye with a Succubus, he brought me to one Let him deny it, but heauen had pitty on me. Ha? there she is, doe you not see her? Deuill! I doe defie thee, my Lord stand by me, I will be honest, spight of him and thee, And lye with mine owne wife. Sure the Prince is mad, Oh rise most noble Lady, well deserning A statue to record thy vertue. Ha? This is Grimundoes wife, 'Tis so my Lord. No Deuill but the seruant of your vertue, That shall reioyce, if wee haue thriu'd in your Coersion. I hope it. Haue I bin mock'd into honesty? are not you a fury? And you a lye and subtile Epicure? I doe abhorre the thought of being so, Pardon my seeming Sir. Oh goe not backe, Preuent thus seasonably your reall orment. I am fully wakened, be this kisse the pledge Of my new heart. True loue streame in your bosomes Lady forgiue mee too. Most willingly. Our ioy is perfect, Lodowisk A in this Lady, Leonora, The obiect of our first loue, take the story As wee Abbot wee must thanke You conriuing this, and you good Father, Ebassedors shall be dispatcht to Millan, where and how their absent Princesse Leonora dispos'd her selfe, meane while, Poets shall stretch innntion, to expresse Triumphs for thee, and Sauoyes happinesse.