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 T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 487 words
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As things fall out Your valour may be useless, we acknowledge This happiness, from Cassandra, though she meant Other success. Cassandra? Yes that piece Of frailty, rather impudence, by the witchcraft Of her letter tempted me thus far, a curse Upon her lust. Indeed you called her strumpet, She may deserve it by this story, 'tis Her character, my eyes, take in new horror. And all this while I live, and have my senses, O woman woman! sir if you remember 'twas your conclusion, if I refused To be your General against my Country, Cassandra's head should off, be constant King, I won't. What? Not fight, nor for your Kingdom, She cannot bleed too much, as for you sir. What of me? Y'are still my Prince, thank heaven for that, Did you else grasp an Empire, and your person Guarded with thunder, I would reach and kill you, By my just rage I would, stay I will fight. With whom? With you or all the world, that dare maintain There is a woman virtuous. Neglect him. How he breaks out at forehead, this is some Revenge yet. Come my Lord, you must with us, Here your command determines, we shall have No further use of your great valour sir. You may with as much ease, discharge me of A life too, your breath does it, for I dare Not kill myself, in that I am a Coward. Oh my heart's grief, preserve my right wit's heaven; The wickedness of other women could But shame themselves, which like wild branches, being Cut off, the tree is beautiful again, But this spreads an infection, and all The sex is wounded in Cassandra's fall: Away, your mirth displeases. Madam I hope I have not offended. Let the boy begone. Good Madam laugh a little, 'tis my duty To drive away your sadness, 'tis all the Use, Ladies have for Pages, now and then To purge their melancholy. Do not tempt my anger. Then I'll go seek out Pazzorello he's better company, and will make me laugh, If his fit of immortality hold, my duty Madam. Oh Flavia I am undone. Not so dear Madam. Though I be innocent, I want the courage To tell the Prince Cesario, I love, Were I allowed access, he must imagine Me guilty of his dishonour, nor can I Be happy while he thinks himself so miserable, Art thou so wise to counsel me? Vittori. Madam I have an humble suit to you. To me Vittori, for Cassandra's sake I must deny you nothing. For her sake I beg it. Pray be plain. That you would speak toth' King. For what? To cut my head off. How? With sword or axe, or by what other engine He please, I know you'll easily obtain it, 'tis for Cassandra's sake, I would be fain Dispatched, she'll thank you too, and then the prince And she may revel.
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As things fall out Your valour may be uselesse, we acknowledge This happinesse, from Cassandra, though she meant Other successe. Cassandra? Yes that peece Of frailety, rather impudence, by the witchcraft Of her letter tempted me thus farre, a curse Vpon her lust. Indeed you cald her strumpet, She may deserve it by this story, tis Her character, my eyes, take in new horrour. And all this while I live, and have my senses, O woma woman! sir if you remember Twas your conclusion, if I refus'd To be your Generall against my Country, Cassandras head should off, be constant King, I wonot. What? Not fight, nor for your Kingdome, She cannot bleed too much, as for you sir. What of me? Y'are still my Prince, thanke heaven for that, Did you else graspe an Empire, and your person Guarded with thunder, I would reach and kill you, By my just rage I would, stay I will fight. With whom? With you or all the world, that dare maintaine There is a woman vertuous. Neglect him. How he breakes out at forehead, this is some Revenge yet. Come my Lord, you must with us, Here your command determines, we shall have No further use of your great valour sir. You may with as much ease, discharge me of A life too, your breath does it, for I dare Not kill my selfe, in that I am a Coward. Oh my hearts griefe, preserve my right wits heaven; The wickednesse of other women could But shame themselves, which like wild branches, being Cut off, the tree is beautifull agen, But this spreads an infection, and all The sexe is wounded in Cassandr'as fall: Away, your mirth displeases. Madam I hope I have not offended. Let the boy begon. Good Madam laugh a little, tis my duty To drive away your sadnesse, tis all the Vse, Ladies have for Pages, now and then To purge their melancholy. Doe not tempt my anger. Then ile goe seeke out Pazzorello Hee's better company, and will make me laugh, If his fit of immortality hold, my duty Madam. Oh Flavia I am undone. Not so deere Madam. Though I be innocent, I want the courage To tell the Prince Cesario, I love, Were I allow'd accesse, he must imagine Me guilty of his dishonour, nor can I Be happy while he thinkes himselfe so miserable, Art thou so wise to counsell me? Vittori. Madam I have an humble suite to you. To me Vittori, for Cassandra's sake I must deny you nothing. For her sake I begge it. Pray be plaine. That you would speake toth' King. For what? To cut my head off. How? With sword or axe, or by what other engine He please, I know youle easily obtaine it, Tis for Cassandra's sake, I would be faine Despatch'd, sheele thanke you too, and then the prince And she may revell.