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 · 490 words
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Yes and please you. Do't ye drudges, Ta ra ra— Aretina. You have a pleasant humour sir. What should a gentleman be sad? You have lost. A transitory sum, as good that way As another. Do you not vex within for't? I had rather lose a thousand more, than one Sad thought come near my heart for't, vex for trash, Although it go from other men like drops. Of their life blood, we lose with the alacrity, we drink a cup of sack, or kiss a Mistress, No money is considerable with a gamester, They have souls more spacious than Kings, did two Gamesters divide the Empire of the world They'd make one throw for't all, and he that lost Be no more melancholy, than to have played for A morning draught, vex a rich soul for dirt, The quiet of whose every thought is worth A Province: But when Dice have consumed all, Your patience will not pawn for as much more. Hang pawning, sell outright, and the fears over. Say you so? I'll have another coach tomorrow If there be rich above ground. I forgot To bid the fellow ask my Jeweller, Whether the chain of Diamonds be made up, I will present it to my Lady Bellamour, Fair Celestina. This gown I have worn six days already, it looks dull, I'll give it My waiting woman, and have one of cloth of gold embroidered, shoes and pantables Will show well of the same. I have invited A covey of Ladies, and as many gentlemen Tomorrow to the Italian Ordinary, I shall have rarities, and regalli as To pay for Madam, music, wanton songs, And tunes of silken petticoats to dance to. And tomorrow have I invited half the Court To dine here, what misfortune 'tis your company And ours should be divided? after dinner I entertain 'em with a play. By that time Your play inclines to the Epilogue, shall we quit our Italian host, and whirl in coaches, To the dutch Magazine of sauce, the Stillyard, Where deal, and Bacharach, and what strange wine else, They dare but give a name too in the reckoning Shall flow into our room, and drown Westphalias, Tongues, and anchovies, like some little town Endangered by a sluice, through whose fierce ebb We wade and wash ourselves into a boat, And bid our Coachmen drive their leather tenements By land, while we sail home with a fresh tide To some new rendezvous. If you have not Pointed the place, pray bring your Ladies hither, I mean to have a Ball tomorrow night, And a rich banquet for 'em, where we'll dance Till morning rise, and blush to interrupt us. Have you no Ladies i'th' next room, to advance A present mirth? What a dull house you govern? Farewell, a wife's no company— Aretina, J've summed up my estate, and find we may have A month good yet. What mean you?
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Yes and please you. Doo't ye drudges, Ta ra ra— Aretina. You have a pleasant humor sir. What should a gentleman be sad? You have lost. A transitory summe, as good that way As another. Doe you not vexe within for't? I had rather lose a thousand more, than one Sad thought come neere my heart fort, vexe for trash, Although it goe from othermen like drops. Of their life bloud, we lose with the alacrity, Wee drinke a cup of sacke, or kisse a Mistris, No money is considerable with a gamster, They have soules more spacious than Kings, did two Gamsters divide the Empire of the world They d make one throw for't all, and he that lost Be no more melancholy, then to have plai'd for A morning draught, vexe a rich soule for dirt, The quiet of whose every thought is worth A Province: But when Dice have consumd all; Your patience will not pawne for as much more. Hang pawning, sell outright, and the feares over. Say you so? I'le have another coach to morrow If there be rich above ground. I forgot To bid the fellow aske my Jeweller, Whether the chaine of Diamonds be made up, I will present it to my Lady Bellamour, Faire Celestina. This gowne J have worne Sixe dayes already, it lookes dull, ile give it My waiting woman, and have one of cloth of gold enbrodered, shooes and pantables Will show well of the same. I have invited A covey of Ladies, and as many gentlemen To morrow to the Italian Ordinary, I shall have rarities, and regalli as To pay for Madam, musicke, wanton songs, And tunes of silken petticotes to dance to. And to morrow have I invited halfe the Court To dine here, what misfortune tis your company And ours should be devided? after dinner J entertaine e'm with a play. By that time Your play inclines to the Epilogue, shall we quit our Italian host, and whirle in coaches, To the Douch Magazine of sawce, the Stillyard, Where deale, and backragge, and what strange wine else, They dare but give a name too in the reckoning Shall flow into our roome, and drowne Westphalias, Tongues, and Anchoavis, like some little towne Endangered by a sluce, through whose fierce ebbe We wade and wash our selves into a boate, And bid our Coachmen drive their leather tenements By land, while we saile home with a fresh tide To some new randevous. If you have not Pointed the place, pray bring your Ladies hither, J meane to have a Ball to morrow night, And a rich banquet for e'm, where we'le dance Till morning rise, and blush to interrupt us. Have you no Ladies i'th next roome, to advance A present mirth? What a dull house you governe? Farewell, a wife's no company—Aretina, J've summ'd up my estate, and find we may have A month good yet▪ What meane you?