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 · 468 words
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Sent love, your head was used to a covering, Beside a hat, when went the hair away. I laid a wager my Lord with Hairecut, Who thinks I shall catch cold, that I'll stand bare This half hour. Pardon my ambition Madam, I told you truth, I am a gentleman, And cannot fear that name is drowned in my Relation to my Lord. I dare not think so. From henceforth call my service duty Madam, That pig's head that betrayed me to your mirth, Is doing penance for't. Why may not I My Lord begin a fashion of no hair. Do you sweat sir william. Not with store of nightcaps. Heaven has dissolved the clouds that hung upon My eyes, and if you can with mercy meet A penitent, I throw my own will off, And now in all things obey yours, my nephew Send back again toth' college, and myself To what place you'll confine me. Dearer now Than ever to my bosom, thou shalt please Me best to live at thy own choice, I did But fright thee with a noise of my expenses, The sums are safe, and we have wealth enough, If yet we use it nobly? My Lord— Madam, Pray honour tonight. I beg your presence, And pardon. I know not how my Aretina May be disposed tomorrow for the country. You must not go, before you both have done Me honour to accept an entertainment, Where I have power, on those terms I'm your guest. You grace us Madam. Already I feel a cure upon my soul, and promise My after life to virtue, pardon heaven, My shame yet hid from the world's eye. Sweet Madam. Not for the world be seen here, we are lost, I'll visit you at home; but not to practise What she expects, my counsel may recover her. Where's Madam? pray lend me a little money, My spirit has deceived me, Proserpine Has broke her word. Do you expect to find The devil true to you. Not too loud. I'll voice it Louder, to all the world your horrid sin, Unless you promise me religiously, To purge your foul blood by repentance sir. Then I'm undone. Not while I have power To encourage you to virtue, I'll endeavour To find you out some nobler way at Court To thrive in. Do't, and I'll forsake the devil, And bring my flesh to obedience; you shall steer me, My Lord— your servant. You are brave again. Madam your pardon. Your offence requires Humility. Low as my heart. Sir Thomas I'll sup with you, a part of satisfaction. Our pleasures cool, music, and when our Ladies Are tired with active motion, to give Them rest in some new rapture to advance Full mirth, our souls shall leap into a dance.
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Sent love, your head was usd to a covering, Beside a hat, when went the haire away. I laid a wager my Lord with Hairecut, Who thinkes I shall catch cold, that ile stand bare This halfe houre. Pardon my ambition Madam, I told you truth, I am a gentleman, And cannot feare that name is drown'd in my Relation to my Lord. I dare not thinke so. From henceforth call my service duty Madam, That Pigges head that betraid me to your mirth, Is doing penance for't. Why may not I My Lord begin a fashion of no haire. Doe you sweat sir william. Not with store of nightcaps. Heaven has dissolv'd the clouds that hung upon My eyes, and if you can with mercy meet A penitent, I throw my owne will off, And now in all things obey yours, my nephew Send backe agen to'th colledge, and my selfe To what place you'le confine me. Dearer now Than ever to my bosome, thou shat please Me best to live at thy owne choice, I did But fright thee with a noise of my expences, The summes are safe, and we have wealth enough, If yet we use it nobly? My Lord— Madam, Pray honour to night. I begge your presence, And pardon. I know not how my Aretina May be disposd to morrow for the country. You must not goe, before you both have done Me honour to accept an entertainment, Where I have power, on those termes I'me your guest. You grace us Madam. Already I feele a cure upon my soule, and promise My after life to vertue, pardon heaven, My shame yet hid from the worlds eye. Sweet Madam. Not for the world be seene here, we are lost, Ile visite you at home; but not to practise What she expects, my counsell may recover her. Wheres Madam? pray lend me a little money, My spirit has deceiv'd me, Proserpine Has broke her word. Doe you expect to find The devill true to you. Not too loud. Ile voyce it Louder, to all the world your horrid sinne, Vnlesse you promise me religiously, To purge your foule bloud by repentance sir. Then I'me undone. Not while I have power To encourage you to vertue, ile endeavour To find you out some nobler way at Court To thrive in. Doo't, and ile forsake the devill, And bring my flesh to obedience; you shall steere me, My Lord — your servant. You are brave agen. Madam your pardon. Your offence requires Humility. Low as my heart. Sir Thomas Ile sup with you, a part of satisfaction. Our pleasures coole, musicke, and when our Ladies Are tired with active motion, to give Them rest in some new rapture to advance Full mirth, our soules shall leape into a dance.