Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 [licensed for stage, Oct 15] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 509 words
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Be patient Madam, you may have your pleasure. 'tis that I came to town for, I would not Endure again the country conversation, To be the Lady of six shires! the men So near the Primitive making, they retain A sense of nothing but the earth, their brains And barren heads standing as much in want Of ploughing as their ground, to hear a fellow Make himself merry and his horse with whistling Sellinger's round, to observe with what solemnity They keep their Wakes, and throw for pewter Candlesticks, How they become the Morris with which whose bells They ring all into Whitsun Ales, and sweat, Through twenty scarves and Napkins, till the hobby-horse Tire, and the maid Marrian dissolved to a jelly, Be kept for spoon meat. These with your pardon are no Argument To make the country life appear so hateful, At least to your particular, who enjoyed A blessing in that calm; would you be pleased To think so, and the pleasure of a kingdom, While your own will commanded what should move Delights, your husband's love and power joined To give your life more harmony, you lived there, Secure, and innocent, beloved of all, Praised for your hospitality, and prayed for, You might be envied, but malice knew Not where you dwelled, I would not prophesy But leave to your own apprehension What may succeed your change. You do imagine, No doubt, you have talked wisely, and confuted, London past all defence, your Master should Do well to send you back into the country, With title of superintendent Baylie. How Madam. Even so sir. I am a Gentleman though now your servant. A country gentleman, By your affection to converse with stable, His tenants will advance you wit, and plump it so With beef and bag-pudding. You may say your pleasure, It becomes not me dispute. Complain to the Lord of the soil your master. Y'are a woman of an ungoverned passion, and I pity you. How how? What's the matter? Nothing Sir. Angry sweet heart? I am angry with myself, To be so miserably restrained in things, Wherein it doth concern your love and honour To see me satisfied. In what Aretina? Dost thou accuse me? have I not obeyed All thy desires, against mine own opinion, Quit the country, and removed the hope Of our return, by sale of that fair Lordship We lived in, changed a calm and retire life For this wild town, composed of noise and charge. What charge more than is necessary, For a Lady of my birth and education? I am not ignorant, how much Nobility Flows in your blood, your kinsmen great and powerful, it'h State, but with this lose not your memory Of being my wife, I shall be studious Madam to give the dignity of your birth All the best ornaments which become my fortune But would not flatter it, to ruin both, And be the fable of the town, to teach Other men loss of wit by mine, employed To serve your vaste expenses.
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Be patient Madam, you may have your pleasure. Tis that I came to towne for, I wo'd not Endure againe the countrey conversation, To be the Lady of sixe shires! the men So neare the Primitive making, they retaine A sence of nothing but the earth, their braines And barren heads standing as much in want Of plowing as their ground, to heare a fellow Make himselfe merry and his horse with whisteling Sellingers round, to observe with what solemnitie They keepe their Wakes, and throw for pewter Candlestickes, How they become the Morris, whi whose bells They ring all into Whitson Ales, and sweate, Through twenty Scarffes and Napkins, till the Hobbyhorse Tire, and the maide Marrian dissolv'd to a gelly, Be kept for spoone meate. These with your pardon are no Argument To make the country life appeare so hatefull, At least to your particular, who enjoy'd A blessing in that calme; would you be pleasd To thinke so, and the pleasure of a kingdome, While your owne will commanded what should move Delights, your husbands love and power joyned To give your life more harmony▪ you liv'd there, Secure, and innocent, beloved of all, Praisd for your hospitality, and praid for▪ You might be envied, but malice knew Not where you dwelt, I wo'd not prophecy But leave to your owne apprehension What may succeede your change. You doe imagine, No doubt, you have talk'd wisely, and confuted, London past all defence, your Master should Doe well to send you backe into the countrie, With title of Supernitendent Baylie. How Madam. Even so sir. I am a Gentleman though now your servant. A country gentleman, By your affection to converse with stable, His tenants will advance you wit, and plumpe it so With beefe and bag-pudding. You may say your pleasure, It becomes not me dispute. Complaine to the Lord of the soyle your master. Y'are a woman of an ungovern'd passion, and I pitty you. How how? Whats the matter? Nothing Sir. Angry sweete heart? I am angry with my selfe, To be so miserably restrained in things, Wherein it doth concerne your love and honour To see me satisfied. In what Aretina? Dost thou accuse me? have I not obeyd All thy desires, against mine owne opinion, Quitted the countrie, and removed the hope Of our returne, by sale of that faire Lordship We liv'd in, chang'd a calme and retire life For this wild towne, composd of noise and charge. What charge more than is necessarie, For a Lady of my birth and education▪ I am not ignorant, how much Nobilitie Flowes in your bloud, your kinsmen great and powerfull, It▪h State, but with this lose not your memory Of being my wife, I shall be studious Madam to give the dignitie of your birth All the best ornaments which become my fortune But would not flatter it, to ruine both, And be the fable of the towne, to teach Other men losse of wit by mine, emploid To serve your vaste expences.