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 · 494 words
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Your hand, your lip, Now I am proof 'gainst all temptation. Your meaning my good Lord. I that have strength Against thy voice and beauty, after this May dare the charms of womankind, thou art Bella Maria unprofaned yet, This Magic has no power upon my blood. Farewell Madam, if you durst be the example Of chaste as well as fair, thou wert a brave one. I hope your Lordship means not this for earnest, Be pleased to grace a banquet. Pardon Madam. Will Sentlove follow, I must laugh at you. My Lord I must beseech you stay, for honour For her whose memory you love best. Your pleasure. And by that virtue you have now professed, I charge you to believe me too, I can Now glory, that you have been worth my trial, Which I beseech you pardon, had not you So valiantly recovered in this conflict, You had been my triumph, without hope of more Than my just scorn upon your wanton flame; Nor will I think these noble thoughts grew first From melancholy, for some female loss, As the fantastic world believes, but from Truth, and your love of Innocence, which shine So bright in the two royal luminaries At Court, you cannot lose your way to chastity, Proceed, and speak of me as honour guides you. I am almost tired, come Ladies we'll beguile Dull time, and take the air another while. But hath Sir Thomas lost five hundred pounds Already? And five hundred more he borrowed, The Dice are notable devourers Madam, They make no more of pieces, than of pebbles, But thrust their heaps together to engender, Two hundred more the Caster cries this gentleman, I am w'ee. I ha' that to nothing sir, the Caster Again, 'tis covered, and the table too, With sums that frighted me, here one speaks out, And with a martyr's patience, smiles upon His money's Executioner, the Dice, Commands a pipe of good Tobacco, and I'th' smoke on't vanishes; another makes The bones vault o'er his head, swears that ill throwing Has put his shoulder out of joint calls for A bone setter that looks toth' box, to bid His master send him some more hundred pounds, Which lost, he takes tobacco, and is quiet; Here a strong arm throws in, and in, with which He brusheth all the table, pays the Rooks That went their smelts a piece upon his hand, Yet swears he has not drawn a stake this seven year. But I was bid make haste, my master may Lose this five hundred pound ere I come thither. If we both waste so fast, we shall soon find Our state is not immortal, some thing in His other ways appear not well already. Ye Tortoises, why make you no more haste, Go pay toth' master of the house that money, And tell the noble gamesters, I have another Superfluous thousand pound, at night I'll visit 'em. d'ee hear?
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Your hand, your lip, Now I am proofe gainst all temptation. Your meaning my good Lord. I that have strength Against thy voyce and beauty, after this May dare the charmes of womankind, thou art Bella Maria unprophaned yet, This Magicke has no power upon my bloud. Farewell Madam, if you durst be the example Of chaste as well as faire, thou wert a brave one. I hope your Lordship meanes not this for earnest, Be pleasd to grace a banquer. Pardon Madam. Will Sentlove follow, I must laugh at you. My Lord I must beseech you stay, for honour For her whose memory you love best. Your pleasure. And by that vertue you have now profest, I charge you to beleeve me too, I can Now glory, that you have beene worth my triall, Which I beseech you pardon, had not you So valiantly recoverd in this conflict, You had beene my triumph, without hope of more Than my just scorne upon your wanton flame; Nor will I thinke these noble thoughts grew first From melancholy, for some femall losse, As the phantasticke world beleeves, but from Truth, and your love of Innocence, which shine So bright in the two royall luminaries At Court, you cannot lose your way to chastitie, Proceede, and speake of me as honour guides you. I am almost tir'd, come Ladies weele beguile Dull time, and take the aire annother while. But hath Sir Thomas lost five hundred pounds Already? And five hundred more he borrow'd, The Dice are notable devourers Madam, They make no more of peeces, than of pebbles, But thrust their heapes together to engender, Two hundred more the Caster cries this gentleman, I am w'ee. I ha that to nothing sir, the Caster Agen, tis covered, and the table too, With summes that frighed me, here one speakes out, And with a Martyrs patience, smiles upon His moneyes Executioner, the Dice, Commands a pipe of good Tobacco, and I'th smoke on't vanishes; another makes The bones vault ore his head, sweares that ill throwing Has put his shoulder out of joynt calls for A bone setter that lookes to'th boxe, to bid His master send him some more hundred pounds, Which lost, he takes tobacco, and is quiet; Here a strong arme throwes in, and in, with which He brusheth all the table, payes the Rookes That went their smelts a peece upon his hand, Yet sweares he has not drawne a stake this seven yeare. But I was bid make haste▪ my master may Lose this five hundred pound ere I come thither. If we both waste so fast, we shall soone finde Our state is not immortall, some thing in His other wayes appeare not well already. Yee Tortoises, why make you no more haste, Go pay to'th master of the house that money, And tell the noble gamsters, I have another Superfuous thousand pound, at night ile visit em. Dee heare?