Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Jul 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 468 words
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I hope you feed no jealousy of me, I did all for your service, and shall then Think I am happy, when he knows your love And values it. I have no fears of thee? Have none at all. Flavia? Madam. You must keep watch tonight. My duty Madam. Come let us tell some stories, to pass over The tedious hours. I wait your pleasure. Come Didino, we shall have your tale too? mines short and sweet, still at a Lady's service. Follow me close, I hope you have made your Will. My Will? why Sergeant I am not sick. For all that you may be a dead man ere morning, whize. What's that? These bullets will keep you waking, here lie down close, within two hours you shall be relieved. Dost hear Sergeant, whize— do the enemies shoot any Sugar plums? Be not too loud in your mirth, I see another give fire, farewell Signior Perdue. So, now I am a Perdue, this will be news when I come home again, the poor fellows will fall down and worship me, I always wondered, why we had so many brave Soldiers, and quarrelling spirits, if they be shot free, I cannot blame 'em to roar so much in Taverns— whize— again, I would fain have one of these bullets hit me, that I might know certainly the toughness of my new constitution, and yet I shall hardly be sensible of it, ah my conscience if I were crammed into a Canon, and shot into the town, like a Cat I should light upon my legs, and run home again. Love be propitious still, and guide my steps, Thou hast engaged me thus far. Vh, uh. whose's that? There's somebody, now I begin for all this to be afraid, flesh will be flesh, and tremble in spite of the devil, what were I best to do? 'tis some perdue. Though I be sticke and shot-free, I may be beaten, and bruised as I remember, more, I may be taken prisoner by the enemy, and be hanged afterward, and then what am I the better for my enchantment, what a dull rogue was I not to except the gallows in my conditions, but it may be there is but one, qui vala— the word. Rosinda. Oh are you there, 'tis my Lady the princess's name. Thy Lady, prithee show me the way to her tent. I had almost forgot, such a gentleman is expected, Here's gold prithee make haste. Now by your favour you shall first go to my Captain His Name. Fabrichio. The same, with all my heart, here's more gold. I will make the more haste. Thy news does take me infinitely, if he Keep touch we may propound what Articles We please. Fabrichio is confident he'll come.
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I hope you feed no jealonsie of me, I did all for your service, and shall then Thinke I am happy, when he knowes your love And values it. I have no feares of thee? Have none at all. Flavia? Madam. You must keepe watch to night. My duty Madam. Come let us tell some stories, to passe over The tedious houres. I waite your pleasure. Come Didino, we shall have your tale too? Mines short and sweet, still at a Ladies service. Follow me close, I hope you have made your Will. My Will? why Sergeant I am not sicke. For all that you may be a dead man ere morning, whize. What's that? These bullets will keepe you waking, here lie downe close, within two houres you shall be releeved. Dost heare Sergeant, whize—do the enemies shoot any Sugar plummes? Be not too loude in your mirth, I see another give fire, farewell Signior Perdue. So, now I am a Perdue, this will bee newes when I come home agen, the poore fellowes will fall downe and worshippe mee, I alwaies wonder'd, why wee had so many brave Souldiers, and quarrelling spirits, if they be shot free, I cannot blame em to rore so much in Tavernes—whize—agen, I woud faine have one of these bullets hit me, that I might know certainely the toughnesse of my new constitution, and yet I shall hardly bee sensible of it, ah my conscience if I were cramm'd into a Canon, and shot into the towne, like a Cat I should light upon my legges, and runne home agen. Love be propitious still, and guide my steps, Thou hast engag'd me thus farre. Vh, uh. Whose that? There's somebody, now I begin for all this to be afraid, flesh will be flesh, and tremble in spight of the devill, what were I best to doe? Tis some perdue. Though I be sticke and shotfree, I may be beaten, and bruis'd as I remember, more, I may be taken prisoner by the enemy, and be hang'd afterward, and then what am I the better for my inchantment, what a dull rogue was I not to except the gallowes in my conditions, but it may be there is but one, qui vala—the word. Rosinda. Oh are you there, tis my Lady the Princesses name. Thy Lady, prehee shew me the way to her tent. I had almost forgot, such a gentleman is expected, Heres gold prethee make haste. Now by your favour you shall first goe to my Captaine His Name. Fabrichio. The same, withall my heart, heres more gold. I will make the more haste. Thy newes does take me infinitely, if he Keepe touch we may propound what Articles We please. Fabrichio is confident heele come.