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 T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 500 words
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He has a hundred Mistresses, you may Be charitable Madam I ha' none, He surfeits, and I fall away i'th' kidneys. I'll meet, 'tis some great Lady questionless, that has Taken notice, and would satisfy her appetite. Now Mr. Alexander, you look bright o'the sudden, Another spirit's in your eye. Not mine Madam, Only a summons to meet a friend. What friend? By this Jewel, I know her not! 'tis a she friend, I'll follow gentlemen, We may have a game at saint before you goe. I shall attend you Madam 'tis our duty. I blush while I converse with my own thoughts, Some strange face gove me, The ways are east already and we thrive When our sin fears no eye nor perspective. I am not hurt, my patience to obey 'em Not without fear to ha' my throat cut else, Did me a courtesy whither ha' they brought me 'tis devilish dark, the bottom of a well At midnight, with but two stars on the top, Were broad day to this darkness, I but think How like a whirlwind these rogues caught me up And smothered my eyesight, let me see, These may be spirits, and for aught I know Have brought me hither over twenty steeples, Pray heaven they were not bailiffs; that's more worth My fear, and this a prison, all my debts Reek in my nostril, and my bones begin To ache with fear to be made dice, and yet This is too calm and quiet for a prison; What if the riddle prove I am robbed; and yet I did not feel 'em search me? How now? music? And a light? What beldame's this, I cannot pray; What art? A friend, fear not young man I am No spirit. Off. De. Despise me not for age, Or this course outside, which I wear not out Of poverty; thy eyes be witness, 'tis No cave or beggar's cell thou'rt brought too, let That gold speak here's no want, which thou mayst spend, And find a spring to try even prodigality If thou be'st wise. The devil was a coiner From the beginning, yet the gold looks currant. thou'rt still in wonder, know I am Mistress of This house, and of a fortune that shall serve And feed thee with delights, 'twas I sent for thee, The jewel and the letter came from me, It was my art, thus to contrive our meeting, Because I would not trust thee with my fame, Until I found thee worth a woman's honour. Honour and fame? the devil means to have A care on's credit, though she sent for me, I hope, she has another customer To do the trick withal, I would not turn Familiar to a witch. What sayst? Canst thou Dwell in my arms tonight, shall we change kisses, And entertain the silent hours with pleasure? Such as old time shall be delighted with, And blame the too swift motion of his wings While we embrace.
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He has a hundred Mistresses, you may Be charitable Madam I ha none, He surfets, and I fall away th kidnyes. Ile meete, Tis some great Lady questionlesse, that has Taken notice, and would satisfie her appetite. Now Mr. Alexander, you looke bright o'the suddaine, Another spirit's in your eye. Not Madam▪ Onely a to a friend. What friend? By this Jewell, I know her not▪ Tis a she friend▪ Ile follow gentlemen, We may have a game before you go▪ I shall attend you Tis our duty. I blush my owne thoughts, Some strange face gove me, The wayes are east already and we thrive When our sinne feares no eye nor perspective. I am not hurt, my patience to obey▪em Not without feare to ha my throat cut else, Did me a curtesie ha they brought me Tis devillish darke, the bottome of a well At midnight, with but two starres on the top, Were broad day to this darkenesse, I but thinke How like a whirlewinde these rogues caught me up And smoothered my eyesight, let me see, These may be spirits, and for ought I know Have brought me hither over twenty steeples, Pray heaven they were not Bayiefes; thats more worth My feare, and this a prison, all my debts Reeke in my nostrill, and my bones beginne To ake with feare to be made dice, and yet This is too calme and quiet for a prison; What if the riddle prove I am robd; and yet I did not feele em search me? How now? musicke? And a light? What beldam's this, I cannot pray; What art? A friend, feare not young man I am No spirit. Off. De. Despise me not for age, Or this course outside, which I weare not out Of poverty; thy eyes be witnesse, tis No cave or beggars cell tha'rt brought too, let That gold speake here's no want, which thou maist spend, And finde a spring to tire even prodigality If thou beest wise▪ The devill was a coyner From the beginning, yet the gold lookes currant. Tha'rt still in wonder, know I am Mistresse of This house, and of a fortune that shall serve And feed thee with delights, twas J sent for thee, The jewell and the letter came from me▪ It was my art, thus to contrive our meeting, Because J would not trust thee with my fame, Vntill J found thee worth a womans honor. Honour and fame? the devill meanes to have A care on's credit, though she sent for me, J hope, she has another customer To doe the tricke withall, J wod not turne Familiar to a witch. What saist? Canst thou Dwell in my armes to night, shall we change kisses, And entertaine the silent houres with pleasure? Such as old time shall be delighted with, And blame the too swifte motion of his wings While we embrace.