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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Whom? The Lady Celestina. He has a vast knowledge of Ladies, 'las poor Alexander! When dost thou mean thy body shall lie fallow? When there is mercy in a petticoat, I must turn pilgrim for some breath. I think 'twere cooler travel if you examine it Upon the hoof through Spain. Through Ethiopia. Nay less laborious to serve a prenticeship In Peru, and dig gold out of the mine, Though all the year were dog-days. To repentance, In brief, this Lady, could you fall from virtue, Within my knowledge will not blush to be a Bawd. But hang't 'tis honourable journey work, Thou art famous by't, and thy name's up. So sir, Let me ask you a question my dear knight, Which is less servile to bring up the Pheasant, And wait, or sit at table uncontrolled And carve to my own appetite? No more, thouart witty, as I am— A bawd. How's that? Oh you are famous by't, and your names up sir. Be wise, and reward my caution, with Timely care of yourself, so I shall not repent To be known your loving kinsman and servant. Gentlemen, the Lady Celestina. Is she so rare a thing? If you'll have my Opinion my Lord, I never saw So sweet, so fair, so rich a piece of nature. I'll show thee a fairer presently, to shame Thy eyes and judgement, look of'at.— So I'll subscribe Seal it, I'll excuse your pen for the direction. Bella Maria's picture; she was handsome. But not to be compared. Your patience gentlemen I'll return instantly. Whither is my Lord gone? To a Lady i'th' next Chamber. What is she? You shall pardon me, I am his Secretary. I was wont to be of his counsel, a new officer And I'not know't? I am resolved to' batter All other with the praise of Celestina I must retain him. Has not that object Convinced your erring judgements. What this picture? Were but your thoughts as capable as mine Of her Idea, you would wish no thought That were not active in her praise, above All worth and memory of her sex. She was fair I must confess, but had your Lordship looked With eyes more narrow and some less affection Upon her face. I do not love the copies Of any dead, they make me dream of goblins, Give me a living mistress, with but half The beauty of Celestina, come my Lord, 'tis pity that a Lord of so much flesh Should waste upon a ghost, when they are living Can give you a more honourable consumption. Why do you mean my Lord to live an Infidel? Do, and see what will come on't, observe still And dote upon your vigils, build a chamber Within a rock, a tomb, among the worms, Not far off, where you may in proof apocryphal Court 'em not devour the pretty pile. Of flesh your mistress carried to the grave, There are no women in the world, all eyes And tongue and lips are buried in her coffin.
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Whom? The Lady Celestina. He has a vast knowledge of Ladies, las poore Alexander! When dost thou meane thy body shall lie fallow? When there is mercy in a petticote, I must turne pilgrime for some breath. I thinke Twere cooler travell if you examine it Vpon the hoofe through Spaine. Through Ethiopia ▪ Nay lesse laborious to serve a prentiship In Peru, and dig gold out of the mine, Though all the yeare were dogdayes. To repentance, In briefe, this Lady, could you fall from vertue, Within my knowledge will not blush to be a Bawde. But hang't tis honorable journey worke, Thou art famous by't, and thy name's up. So sir▪ Let me aske you a question my deare knight, Which is lesse servile to bring up the Pheasant, And waite, or sit at table uncontrould And carve to my owne appetite? No more, Th'art witty, as I am— A bawd. How's that? Oh you are famous by't, and your names up sir. Be wise, and reward my caution, with Timely care of your selfe, so I shall not repent To be knowne your lovings kinsman and servant. Gentlemen, the Lady Celestina. Is she so rare a thing? If you'le have my Opinion my Lord, I never saw So sweete, so faire, so rich a peece of nature. Ile shew thee a fairer presently, to shame Thy eyes and judgement, looke o'that. — So Ile subscribe Seale it, ile excuse your pen for the direction. Bella Marias picture; she was hansome. But not to be compar'd. Your patience gentlemen ile returne instantly. Whither is my Lord gone? To a Lady i'th next Chamber. What is she? You shall pardon me, I am his Secretary. I was wont to be of his counsell, a new officer And I'not know't? I am resolvd to 'batter All other with the praise of Celestina I must retaine him. Has not that object Convinc't your erring judgements. What this picture? Were but your thoughts as capable as mine Of her Idea, you would wish no thought That were not active in her praise, above All worth and memory of her sexe. She was faire I must confesse, but had your Lordship look'd With eyes more narrow and some lesse affection Vpon her face. I doe not love the copies Of any dead, they make me dreame of goblins, Give me a living mistresse, with but halfe The beauty of Celestina, come my Lord, Tis pitty that a Lord of so much flesh Should waste upon a ghost, when they are living Can give you a more honourable consumption. Why doe you meane my Lord to live an Infidell? Doe, and see what will come ont, observe still And dote upon your vigills, build a chamber Within a rocke, a tombe, among the wormes, Not farre off, where you may in proofe apocryphall Court em not devoure the pretty pile. Of flesh your mistresse carried to the grave, There are no women in the world, all eyes And tongue and lippes are buried in her coffin.