Shirley, James · published 1635 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, May 4] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 462 words
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Didst bid him come? I did. Go back again, And tell him, I am gone abroad. he's here Already Sir. Oh Cosmo! Dear Pisano, That I could let thee nearer, into me, My heart counts this embrace a distance, yet, Let us incorporate. I was wooing Cosmo, My man, to tell thee, I was gone abroad, Before thou cam'st. How's this? your words and looks Are strange, and teach me to infer I am Not welcome, that on riper Counsel, you Do wish my absence. What for telling truth? He thus should ha' but made thee fit to see Thy friend, thou com'st with expectation To hear me talk sense, dost not? Yes. La now! And to discourse as I was wont, of State, Our friendship, or of women, no such matter. This is more wild than usual, your language I not so clear as it was wont, it carries Not the same even thread although some words May knit, the sense is scattered. Right, right Cosmo, The reason is, I ha' straggled, And lost myself I know not where, in what Part of the world, and would not this be shown As well in him, to ha' prepared thee now? What humour's this Pisano, I am yet to understand? understand? why Cosmo, Had I not changed my Dialect and Method, What need this tedious Apology? That's it, I would have had thee known before, Thou canst not understand me, yet thou hast A name in Florence, for a ripe young man, Of nimble apprehension, of a wise And spreading observation, of whom Already our old men do prophesy Good, and great things, worthy thy fair dimensions. This is an argument above the rest, Pisano is not well; for being temperate, He was not wont to flatter, and abuse His friend. Beside, there is another reason, Thou shouldst discover me at heart, through all These mist, thou art in love too, and who cannot, That feels himself the heat, but shrewdly guess At every symptom of that Wanton Fever, Oh Cosmo! What misfortune can approach Your happy love in fairest Amidea, You have been long contracted, and have passed The tedious hope, Hymen, doth only wait An opportunity to light his torch, Which will burn glorious at your nuptial: Let jealous, lovers fear and feel what 'tis To languish, talk away their blood, and strength▪ Question their unkind stars, you have game Before you sir. Before me where? why dost Thou mock me Cosmo? she's not here: It is No pilgrimage to travel to her lip. 'tis not for you. How sir for me? y'ave no Suspicion, I can be guilty of A treason, to our friendship, be so just, If malice have been busy, with my fame, To let me know——
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DIdst bid him come? I did. Goe backe agen, And tell him, I am gone abroad▪ Hee's here Already Sir. Oh Cosmo! Deare Pisano, That I could let thee neerer, into me, My heart counts this embrace a distance, yet, Let us incorporate. I was woing Cosmo, My man, to tell thee, I was gone abroad, Before thou cam'st. How's this? your words and lookes Are strange, and teach me to inferre I am Not welcome, that on riper Counsell, you Doe wish my absence. What for telling truth? Hee thus should ha but made thee fit to see Thy friend, thou com'st with expectation To heare me talke sence, dost not? Yes. La now! And to discourse as I was wont, of State, Our friendship, or of women, no such matter. This is more wild then usuall, your language I not so cleere as it was wont, it carries Not the same even thread although some words May knit, the sence is scatterd. Right, right Cosmo, The reason is, I ha straggled, And lost my se▪fe I know not where, in what Part of the world, and would not this be showne As well in him, to ha prepar'd thee now? What humour's this Pisano, I am yet to understand? Tounder stand? why Cosmo, Had I not chang'd my Dialect and Method, What neede this tedious Apology? Thats it, I would have had thee knowne before, Thou canst not understand me, yet thou hast A name in Florence, for a ripe young man, Of nimble apprehension, of a wise And spreading observation, of whom Already our old men doe prophesie Good, and great things, worthy thy faire dimensions. This is an argument above the rest, Pisano is not well; for being temperate, He was not wont to flatter, and abuse His friend. Beside, there is another reason, Thou shouldst discover me at heart, through all These mist, thou art in love too, and who cānot, That feeles himselfe the heate, but shrewdly guesse At every symptome of that Wanton Feaver, Oh Cosmo! What misfortune can approach Your happy love in fairest Amidea, You have beene long contracted, and have past The tedious hope, Himen, doth only waite An oportunity to light his torch, Which will burne gloriousat your nuptiall: Let jealous, lovers feare and feele what tis To languish, talke away their blood, and strength▪ Question their unkinde starres, you have game Before you sir. Before mee where? why dost Thou mock me Cosmo? shee's not heere: It is No pilgrimage to travell to her lippe. Tis not for you. How sir for mee? y'ave no Suspition, I can be guilty of▪ A treason, to our friendship, be so just, If malice have been busie, with my fame, To let me know——