Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Jun 24] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 489 words
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If it please you Lady, we'll pass that time at sant: did you not find My Character true of those rotten glowworms? You did a high favour. you consult Your honour in the acknowledgement, I wait you. When will you open, sir, the book of destiny And read the name you talk on? I am confident, He must be master of an active soul Whom you prefer, if I mislike his person, I'll marry his wit, but we lose time, you'll follow. Methinks I feel some new access of comfort, Something that tells me, I am near a blessing, Or else my poor heart flatters me. My Lord commanded me present you his best service, And with it, these: he bade me say, they are Prologue to that reward he hath designed Your virtue, I was glad to hear him say so, And never went more nimbly on his message. The mortgage? this confirms me, he is noble, A wealthy carcanet; though I cannot merit This bounty from him, I am rich in thank's. But prithee tell me boy, didst not thou bring Letters, and other Jewels to me? Yes. If I remember, you did speak another Meaning, than what you now deliver. Madam, Although the narrow tie of duty bind me, To the discharge of his commands, which it Becomes no servant to dispute, I meet Honest employments with more cheerfulness. Thou hast a modest countenance, here's to buy the Garters, and Roses. When I go upon Lascivious errands, Madam, I take money, There is no other benefit belongs to 'em, But good ones pay themselves, I am rewarded, I shall have cause to thank you for my Lord, If he preserve this temper. A good boy: this is not the religion of all Pages. They are a present worth acceptance, The piety came with 'em more than doubles Their value, if vice blush not at rewards, There is no shame for virtue to receive them: But What's all this to me, that am poor still Without my Peregrine? who all this while Treads the uneven path of war, and danger, This very minute, for aught I can tell, Wounded upon some service, or engaged, To stand the murdering Cannon, oh, my blood Grows pale within me to imagine, what Horror attends the Soldier Madam, Madam. Ha, my heart trembles. Sir Walter Peregrine. Thy looks speak comfort, what of him? He is returned. Landed? he's marching up the stairs, with another soldade Tough as his Jerkin, he has a tilting feather, And looks so desperately, I fear they have Brought home two regiments that won't be Cashiered without a shift. They are here already. Oh! let me fly into his arms, my Peregrine. My best of life! Let tears of joy salute thee, Wellcome, ten thousand welcomes. I embrace Millions of bliss in thee, but let not our Joy make us unmannerly, bestow One welcome on my friend.
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If it please you Lady, Weele passe that time at sant: did you not finde My Character true of those rotten glo-wormes? You did a high favor. you consult Your honor in the acknowledgment, I waite you. When will you open, sir, the booke of destinie And read the name you talke on? I am confident, He must be master of an active soule Whom you preferre, if I mislike his person, I'le marry his wit, but we loose time, you'le follow. Methinkes I feele some new accesse of comfort, Something that tells me, I am neere a blessing, Or else my poore hart flattets mee. My Lord commanded me present you his best service, And with it, these: he bad mee say, they are Prologue to that reward hee hath design'd Your virtue, I was glad to heare him say so, And never went more nimblie on his message. The mortgage? this confirmes me, he is noble, A wealthie Carkanet; though I cannot merit This bountie from him, I am rich in thank's. But prethee tell me boy, didst not thou bring Letters, and other Jewells to me? Yes. If I remember, you did speake an other Meaning, then what you now deliver. Madam, Although the narrow tie of dutie bind mee, To the discharge of his commands, which it Becomes no servant to dispute, I meete Honest imployments with more cherefullnesse. Thou hast a modest countenance, here's to buy the Garters, and Roses. When I goe upon Lascivious errands, Madam, I take monie, There is no other benefit belongs to 'em, But good ones pay themselves, I am rewarded, I shall have cause to thanke you for my Lord, If he preserue this temper. A good boy: this is not the religion of all Pages. They are a present worth acceptance, The piety came with 'em more then doubles Their value, if vice blush not at rewards, There is no shame for virtue to receive them▪ But What's all this to me, that am poore still Without my Peregrine? who all this while Treads the uneaven path of warre, and danger, This verie minute, for ought I can tell, Wounded upon some service, or ingag'd, To stand the murdring Cannon, oh, my blood Growes pale within me to imagine, what Horror attends the Soldier Madam, Madam. Ha, my hart trembles. Sir Walter Peregrine. Thy lookes speake comfort, what of him? Hee is return'd. Landed? Hee's marching up the staires, with another soldade Tough as his Jerkin, he has a tilting feather, And lookes soe desperatelie, I feare they have Brought home two regiments that wonot bee Casheer'd without a shift. They are here allready. Oh! let me flie into his armes, my Peregrine. My best of life! Let teares of joy salute thee, Wellcome, ten thousand wellcomes. I embrace Millions of blisse in thee, but let not our Joy make us unmannerlie, bestow One welcome on my friend.