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 T6 Money, debt and credit · 518 words
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Your pardon, sir, If after many years of absence, I Dwell long upon a husband's entertainment, And if you think I have expressed a truth Of joy to see him, you will easily Believe the man, whom he calls friend, is welcome. Madam, you honour me, it were a sin Not to be confident. And are we met? Never I hope to part again, 'tis time we now should grow together. You'll dispense With me for some hours, I have friends expect At my return a visit. I shall not Desire you to let fall no mention Of me, the little stay I purpose here, You may imagine, carries danger with it. I Hope you know me better. Noblest friend. I heard some words sound most unkindly from you, You named a little stay, have I scarce seen My happiness, and must be sad again To think it will so soon be ravished from me? Alas my poor Bellamia, I have made No purchase but of wounds, since my departure. I have paid some debts of war, but cannot promise To cancel one, that threatens me at home; What we have more than to supply our wants, Consumes on the Drum head, I was ambitious To see thee, and this gentleman returning With expectation to levy men Gave me the opportunity, but I dare Promise myself no dwelling here, scarce own My face before a sunbeam, I must walk I'th' dark to all the world but thee, Bellamia: But trust me, when my body is called hence By misery of my fate, it takes not all The soul it brought, much stays to wait on thee: I know it would afflict thee more, to see me A prisoner, chained to heavy debts, and shame. Thy state is not so lost, and miserable, As 'tis presented in thy fears, look here, And thank a providence, that smiles upon us, This is recovered, we have some Land Again, by whose revenue we may live, And expect better fortunes, I have Jewels too, Bright ones, and rich. You have indeed. Possess What I enjoy, and let us live together. It cannot, cannot be, alas Bellamia, How flattering imagination would cozen us, I am beyond sea still, in my cold Tent, Where, though my sleeps be broken with the noise Of war, I now securely dream of thee, And of my coming home, and talking to thee, That thou art rich in land again and Jewels, Shadows, mere shadows: I am weary of This dream, some charitable cannon wake me. Sir you may trust your eyes, these are no forms, in airy apprehension, but the truth of things, that call you to believe, and use them as timely benefits: yet I may allow you to wonder, there's a story will deserve it. I know not what I fear, d'ee think 'tis true then? I will have reason for this faith, pray tell me, How came you by this wealth, certainly I left No sums to purchase these, more my injustice To thee, whose plentiful estate I ruined. A friend, a noble friend.
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Your pardon, sir, If after many yeeres of absence, I Dwell long upon a husbands entertainment, And if you thinke I have exprest a truth Of joy to see him, you will easilie Beleeve the man, whom hee calls friend, is welcome. Madam, you honour mee, it were a sinne Not to bee confident. And are wee met? Never I hope to part agen, 'tis time Wee now should grow together. You'le dispence With mee for some howers, I have friends expect At my returne a visit. I shall not Desire you to let fall no mention Of mee, the litle stay I purpose here, You may imagine, carries danger with it. I Hope you know me better. Noblest friend. I heard some words sound most unkindly from you, You nam'd a litle stay, have I scarce seene My happinesse, and must be sad againe To thinke it will so soone be ravish'd from mee? Alas my poore Bellamia, I have made No purchase but of wounds, since my departure. I have paide some debts of warre, but cannot promise To cancell one, that threatens mee at home; What wee have more then to supplie our wants, Consumes on the Drum head, I was ambitious To see thee, and this gentleman returning With expectation to levie men Gave mee the opportunitie, but I dare Promise my selfe no dwelling here, scarce owne My face before a sun-beame, I must walke I'th darke to all the world but thee, Bellamia: But trust mee, when my body is cal'd hence By miserie of my fate, it takes not all The soule it brought, much stayes to waite on thee: I know it would afflict thee more, to see mee A prisoner, chain'd to heavie debts, and shame. Thy state is not so lost, and miserable, As 'tis presented in thy feares, looke here, And thanke a providence, that smiles upon us, This is recover'd, wee have some Land Agen, by whose revenue wee may live, And expect better fortunes, I have Jewells too, Bright ones, and rich. You have indeed. Possesse What I enjoy, and let us live together. It cannot, cannot be, alas Bellamia, How flattring imagination would cozen us, I am beyond sea still, in my cold Tent, Where, though my sleeps be broken with the noyse Of warre, I now securelie dreame of thee, And of my comming home, and talking to thee, That thou art rich in land agen and Jewells, Shadowes, meere shadowes: I am wearie of This dreame, some charitable cannon wake me. Sir you may trust your eyes, these are no formes, in aerie apprehension, but the truth of things, that call you to beleeve, and use them as timelie benefits: yet I may allow you to wonder, there's a story will deserve it. I know not what I feare, dee thinke 'tis true then? I will have reason for this faith, pray tell me, How came you by this wealth, certainelie I left No summes to purchase these, more my iniustice To thee, whose plentifull estate I ruin'd. A friend, a noble friend.