Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Apr 20] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 496 words
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My Lord i'll follow ye. Brother welcome? Sir we are both obliged to you A Friend of yours desirers some private conference. With me? He does not look so desperate; how d'ee brother? Well— dost not see me? I'll come to thee presently. What's the meaning? Nay I know not, She is full of mysteries a late; she's here again, there is some trick in't. Brother I sent for you, and I think 'twas time, Pray harken to this gentlewoman; she will Give you good council, you and I withdraw sir. Whither you please. Y'are a strange gentleman, Alas, what do you mean? is it because I have dealt justly with you, without flattery Told you my heart, you'll take these wicked courses? But I am loath to chide, yet I must tell you Y'are too, too blame, alas you know affection Is not to be compelled, I have been as kind To you as other men, nay I still thought. A little better of you, and will you Give such example to the rest, Because forsooth, I do not love you, Will you be desperate? I will be desperate! 'Twere a fine credit for you, but perhaps You'll go to hell to be revenged oh me, And teach the other gentlemen to follow ye, That men may say 'twas long of me and rail at My unkindness, is this all your Christianity? Or could you not prosecute your impious purpose, But you must send me word on't, and perplex My conscience with your devilish devices Is this a letter to be sent a Mistress? I send a letter? You were best deny your hand. My names subscribed, who has done this? Rivers of hell I come, Charon thy Oar Is needless, I will swim unto the shore, And beg of Pluto, and of Proserpine, That all the damned torments may be mine, With Tantalus I'll stand up to the chin In waves, upon Ixion's wheel I'll spin The sister's thread, quail Cerberus with my groan, And take no Physic, for the rolling stone I'll hang myself, a hundred times a day. There be short days in hell. And burn myself as often if you say The word. Alas not I. And if I ever chance to come Within the Confines of Elysium, The amazed Ghosts shall be aghast to see, How I will hang myself on every tree, Here's a strange resolution. Is it not? Whither is fled your piety! but sir I have no meaning to exasperate Thoughts that oppose your safety, and to show I have compassion, and delight in no Man's ruin, I will frame myself to love you. Will you? why thank you!' Here's my hand I will; Be comforted, I have a stronger faith. I see than you have charity for an need. I'll lose my humour to preserve a life, You might ha' met with some hard hearted Mistress, That would a suffered you to hang or drown yourself.
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My Lord ile follow yee. Brother welcome? Sir we are both obligd to you A Friend of yours desirers some private conference. With me? He does not looke so desperate; how dee brother? Well—dost not see me? Ile come to thee presently. What's the meaning? Nay I know not, She is full of mysteries a late; Shees here agen, there is some tricke in't. Brother I sent for you, and I thinke twas time, Pray harken to this gentlewoman; she will Give you good councell, you and I withdraw sir. Whither you please. Y'ar a strang gentleman, Alas, what doe you meane? is it because I have dealt justly with you, without flattry Tould you my heart, youle take these wicked courses? But I am loath to chide, yet I must tell you Y'are too, too blame, alas you know affection Is not to be compeld, I have bin as kinde To you as other men, nay I still thought. A little better of you, and will you Give such example to the rest, Because forsooth, I doe not love you, Will you be desperate? I will be desperate! 'Twere a fine credit for you, but perhapps Youle go to hell to be reveng'd o me, And teach the other gentlemen to follow yee, That men may say 'twas long of me and raile at My unkindnesse, is this all your Christianity? Or could you not prosecute your impious purpose, But you must send me word on't, and perplex My conscience with your devilish devises Is this a letter to be sent a Mistris? I send a letter? You were best deny your hand. My names subscrib'd, who has done this? Rivers of hell I come, Charon thy Oare Is needlesse, I will swim unto the shoare, And beg of Pluto, and of Proserpine, That all the damned torments may be mine, With Tantalus Ile stand up to the chin In waves, upon Ixions wheele Ile spin The sisters thread, quaile Cerberus with my groane, And take no Phisicke, for the rowling stone Ile hang my selfe, a hundred times a day. There be short daies in hell. And burne my selfe as often if you say The word. Alas not I. And if I ver chance to come Within the Confines of Elizium, The amazed Ghosts shall bee agast to see, How I will hang my selfe on every tree, Heres a strange resolution. Is it not? Whither is fled your piety! but sir I have no meaning to exasperate Thoughts that oppose your safety, and to shew I have compassion, and delight in no Mans ruine, I wil frame my selfe to love you. Will you? why thanke you!' Heres my hand I will; Be comforted, I have a stronger faith. I see then you haue charity for an ned. Ile lose my humour to preserve a life, You might ha met with some hard hearted Mistresse, That would a suffred you to hang or drowne Your selfe.