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 · 485 words
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I have heard as much Bestowed upon a dull faced chambermaid Whom love and wit would thus commend, true beauty Is mocked when we compare thus, itself being Above what can be fetched to make it lovely, Or could our thoughts reach some thing to declare The glories of a face, or Body's elegance, That touches but our sense, when beauty spreads Over the soul, and calls up understanding To look when thence is offered, and admire, In both I must acknowledge Celestina Most excellently fair, fair above all The beauties I ha' seen, and one most worthy Man's love and wonder. Do you speak Aretina, This with a pure sence to commend, or i The mockery of my praise Although it shame myself, I must be just, and give her all The excellency of women, and were I A man. What then? I know not with what loss, I should attempt her love, she is a piece So angellically moving, I should think Frailty excused to dote upon her form, And almost virtue to be wicked with her. What should this mean? this is no jealousy, Or she believes I counterfeit, I feel Something within me, like a heat, to give Her cause, would Celestina but consent, What a frail thing is man, it is not worth Our glory to be chaste, while we deny Mirth and converse with women, he is good That dares the tempter, yet corrects his blood. I have told you all my knowledge since he is pleased To invite himself he shall be entertained, And you shall be my witnesses. Who comes with him. Sir William Sentlove, that prepared me for The honourable encounter, I expect His Lordship every minute. My Lord is come. He has honoured me. My Lord your periwig is awry! You sir— You may guess, at the gentleman that's with him. It is his barber, Madam, d'ee observe And your Ladyship want a shaver. She is here sir, I am betrayed Sentlove your plot, I may Have opportunity to be revenged She in the midst. She's fair, I must confess, But does she keep this distance out of state. Though I am poor in language to express How much your Lordship honours me, my heart Is rich and proud in such a guest, I shall Be out of love with every air abroad, And for his grace done my unworthy house, Be a fond prisoner, become anchorite, And spend my hours in prayer, to reward The blessing, and the bounty of this presence. Though you could turn each place you move in, to A temple, rather than a wall should hide So rich a beauty from the world, it were Less want to lose our piety and your prayer, A throne were fitter to present you to Our wonder, whence your eyes more worth than all They look on, should chain every heart a prisoner.
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I have heard as much Bestow'd upon a dull fac'd chambermaid Whom love and wit would thus commend, true beauty Is mock'd when we compare thus, it selfe being Above what can be fetch'd to make it lovely, Or could our thoughts reach some thing to declare The glories of a face, or bodies elegance, That touches but our sense, when beauty spreads Over the soule, and calls up understanding To looke when thence is offer'd, and admire, In both I must acknowledge Celestina Most excellently faire, faire above all The beauties I ha seene, and one most worthy Mans love and wonder. Doe you speake Aretina, This with a pure sence to commend, or i The mockery of my praise Although it shame My selfe, I must be just, and give her all The excellency of women, and were I A man. What then? I know not with what losse, I should attempt her love, she is a peece So angellically moving, I should thinke Frailty excusd to dote upon her forme, And almost vertue to be wicked with her. What should this meane? this is no jealousie, Or she beleeves I counterfeit, I feele Something within me, like a heate, to give Her cause, would Celestina but consent, What a fraile thing is man, it is not worth Our glory to be chaste, while we deny Mirth and converse with women, he is good That dares the tempter, ye corrects his bloud. I have told you all my knowledge since he is pleasd To invite himselfe he shall be entertaind, And you shall be my witnesses. Who comes with him. Sir William Sentlove, that prepard me for The honourable encounter, I expect His Lordship every minute. My Lord is come. He has honord me. My Lord your periwig is awry▪ You sir — You may guesse, at the gentleman thats with him. It is his Barbar, Madam, dee observe And your Ladiship want a shaver. She is here sir, I am betraid Sentlove your plot, I may Have opportunity to be reveng'd She in the midst. She's faire, I must confesse, But does she keepe this distance out of state. Though I am poore in language to expresse How much your Lordship honors me, my heart Is rich and proud in such a guest, I shall Be out of love with every aire abroad, And for his grace done my unworthy house, Be a fond prisoner, become anchorite, And spend my houres in prayer, to reward The blessing, and the bounty of this presence. Though you could turne each place you move in▪ to A temple, rather than a wall should hide So rich a beauty from the world, it were Lesse want to lose our piety and your prayer, A throne were fitter to present you to Our wonder, whence your eyes more worth than all They looke on, should chaine every heart a prisoner.