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 T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 487 words
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'tis Mr. Frederick my Lady's nephew. What of him? Is come from the University. By whose directions? It seems my Ladies. Let me speak with him Before he see his Aunt, I do not like it. Mr. Frederick welcome I expected not So soon your presence, what's the hasty cause? These letters from my Tutor will acquaint you. Welcome home sweet Mr. Frederick. Where's my Aunt? she's busy about her painting, in her closet, The Outlandish man of Art, is copying out Her countenance. She is sitting for her picture. Yes sir, and when 'tis drawn, she will be hanged Next the French Cardinal in the dining room, But when she hears you're come, she will dismiss The Belgic gentleman to entertain Your worship. Change of air has made you witty. Your Tutor gives you a handsome character Frederick, and is sorry your aunt's pleasure Commands you from your studies, but I hope You have no quarrel to the liberal arts, Learning is an addition beyond Nobility of birth, honour of blood Without the ornament of knowledge is A glorious ignorance. I never knew more sweet and happy hours Than I employed upon my books, I heard A part of my Philosophy, and was so Delighted with the harmony of nature, I could have wasted my whole life upon't. 'tis pity a rash indulgence should corrupt So fair a Genius, she's here, I'll observe. My most loved Aunt. Support me, I shall faint. What ails your Ladyship? Is that Frederick, In black. Yes Madam, but the doublets Satin. The boy's undone. Madam you appear troubled. Have I not cause? Was not I trusted with Thy education boy, and have they sent thee Home like a very scholar. 'twas ill done howe'er they used him in the University, To send him to his friends thus. Why sir, black (I or 'tis the colour that offends your eyesight) Is not within my reading any blemish, Sables are no disgrace in Heraldry. 'tis coming from the College thus, that makes it Dishonourable, while you wore it for Your father, it was commendable, or were Your Aunt dead, you might mourn and justify. What luck I did not send him into France, They would have given him generous education, Taught him another garb to wear his lock, And shape, as gawdy as the Summer, how To dance, and wag his feather ala mode, To compliment, and cringe, to talk not modestly Like I forsooth, and no forsooth, to blush And look so like a Chaplain, there he might Have learned a brazen confidence, and observed So well the custom of the country, that He might by this time have invented fashions For us, and been a benefit to the Kingdom Preserved our Tailors in their wits, and saved The charge of sending into foreign Courts For pride and antic fashions, observe, In what a posture he does hold his hat now.
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Tis Mr. Fredericke my Ladies nephew. What of him? Is come from the Vniversitie. By whose directions? It seemes my Ladies. Let me speake with him Before he see his Aunt, I doe not like it. Mr. Fredericke welcome I expected not So soone your presence, what's the hasty cause? These letters from my Tutor will acquaint you. Welcome home sweet Mr. Fredericke. Where's my Aunt? Shee's busie about her painting, in her closet, The Outlandish man of Art, is copying out Her countenance. She is sitting for her picture. Yes siir, and when tis drawne, she will be hang'd Next the French Cardinall in the dining roome, But when she heares you'r come, she will dismisse The Belgicke gentleman to entertaine Your worship. Change of aire has made you witty. Your Tutor gives you a hansome character Fredericke, and is sorry your Aunts pleasure Commands you from your studies, but I hope You have no quarrell to the liberall arts, Learning is an addition beyond Nobilitie of birth, honour of bloud Without the ornament of knowledge is A glorious ignorance. I never knew more sweet and happy houres Than I emploid upon my bookes, I heard A part of my Philosophy, and was so Delighted with the harmony of nature, I could have wasted my whole life upon't. Tis pitty a rash indulgence should corrupt So faire a Genius, shee's here, ile observe. My most lov'd Aunt. Support me, J shall faint. What ailes your Ladiship? Is that Fredericke, In blacke. Yes Madam, but the doublets Sattin. The boy's undone. Madam you appeare troubled. Have J not cause? Was not J trusted with Thy education boy, and have they sent thee Home like a very scholler. Twas ill done How ere they usd him in the Vniversitie, To send him to his friends thus. Why sir, blacke (I or tis the colour that offends your eyesight) Is not within my reading any blemish, Sables are no disgrace in Heraldry. Tis comming from the Colledge thus, that makes it Dishonorable, while you ware it for Your father, it was commendable, or were Your Aunt dead, you might mourne and justifie. What lucke J did not send him into France, They would have given him generous education, Taught him another garbe to weare his locke, And shape, as gawdie as the Summer, how To dance, and wagge his feather ala mode, To complement, and cringe, to talke not modestly Like J forsooth, and no forsooth, to blush And looke so like a Chaplaine, there he might Have learned a brazen confidence, and observ'd So well the custome of the countrey, that He might by this time have invented fashions For us, and beene a benefit to the Kingdome Preserv'd our Tailors in their wits, and fav'd The charge of sending into forraine Courts For pride and anticke fashions, observe, In what a posture he does hold his hat now.