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 T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 484 words
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How's this? if you command me to affect you, What can I do? I won't be so cruel. If these conditions please, you may proceed. But hark you Lady, I may laugh before you, And in your absence have the liberty To use my tongue. What else, sir. And when must I begin to mum. I'll tell you. Another word, If we be just to your commands, dear Lady, At six months' end, how shall we both be satisfied? You have forgot the statute. He that shall Express most care to do his penance for me, Must be the man, I say no more, imagine. My Lord Fizavarice. Now begins your trial. How fares your virtuous sister Lady Peregrine? That Gentleman can tell you. He tell me? Yes, he had a message to deliver you. Sir you much honour me. Nay, let him know't, here have been turns my Lord, Since you were here. Is she in health; you do not mock me? If you love me, tell him the whole story, prithee, For my sake. How she jeers him. Pox on your subtle shoulders, are you drunk? If I shall think you Jeer me, be still silent, I'll make you speak. Ha, ha. Ha, ha. What do you laugh at? At his folly my noble Lord. 'Tis well you do, sir, what's your meaning Lady? You shall know presently, if you entreat That Gentleman to stay. He is not going. But your commands upon him will make sure. Let me entreat you not to leave me, sir. I leave you my noble Lord? if every sand Within my glass, were a long life, I should Employ 'em all in waiting on your Lordship. And think the time were poor, and short to serve you I leave you my good Lord? i'm not about it. Pray, sir, stay. Your Lordship's humble servant, some affairs Press my departure. You'll not mock me, sir? You shall stay. Lady I am gone, my Lord, I must beseech Your pardon, for the world, I dare not slip A minute: Then go, you may go. Not for a Kingdom Lady, I will stay, And grow here for your service. How came these gentlemen by these strange humours? I'll tell you, sir. Sir Solitary Plot, your husband and my worthy Lord and Master, commends his service to your Lordship, and prays you would please to accommodate him, with your Coach. This fellow's infected too with serious folly. Towards midnight he does purpose to take the air, And make some visits. Visits and air at midnight? pray return My Lord ambassador to sir Solitary, I will give order when I go to Bed, To have the Coach made ready for his progress. Stay, I have a great desire to see his worship, Has he the same complexion still? I prithee Leave of thy gravity, and answer me, Is he in Bed?
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How's this? if you command me to affect you, What can I doe? I wonot bee so cruell. If these conditions please, you may proceed. But harke you Lady, I may laugh before you, And in your absence have the libertie To use my tongue. What else, sir. And when must I beginne to mumme. I'le tell you. Another word, If we be just to your commands, deere Lady, At six months end, how shall we both be satisfied? You have forgot the statute. Hee that shall Expresse most care to doe his penance for mee, Must be the man, I say no more, imagine. My Lord Fizavarice. Now beginn's your triall. How fares your vertuous sister Ladie Peregrine? That Gentleman can tell you. He tell me? Yes, he had a message to deliver you. Sir you much honour me. Nay, let him know't, here have beene turnes my Lord, Since you were here. Is shee in health; you doe not mocke mee? If you love me, tell him the whole storie, prethee, For my sake. How shee Jeeres him. Pox on your subtill shoulders, are you drunke? If I shall thinke you Jeere me, be still silent, I'le make you speake. Ha, ha. Ha, ha. What doe you laugh at? At his follie my noble Lord. 'Tis well you doe, sir, what's your meaning Lady? You shall know presentlie, if you intreate That Gentleman to stay. He is not going. But your commands upon him will make sure. Let me intreate you not to leave me, sir. I leave you my noble Lord? if everie sand Within my glasse, were a long life, I should Emploie 'em all in waiting on your Lordship. And thinke the time were poore, and short to serve you I leave you my good Lord? i'me not about it. Pray, sir, staie. Your Lordships humble servant, some affaires Presse my departure. You'le not mocke me, sir? You shall stay. Ladie I am gone, my Lord, I must beseech Your pardon, for the world, I dare not slippe A minute: Then go, you may go. Not for a Kingdome Lady, I will stay, And grow here for your service. How came these gentlemen by these strange humors? I'le tell you, sir. Sir Solitary Plott, your husband and my worthy Lord and Master, commends his service to your Lordship, and praies you would please to accommodate him, with your Coach. This fellow's infected too with serious follie. Towards midnight hee does purpose to take the aire, And make some visites. Visites and aire at midnight? pray returne My Lord imbassador to sir Solitary, I will give order when I goe to Bed, To have the Coach made ready for his progresse. Stay, I have a great desire to see his worship, Has he the same complexion still? I prethee Leave of thy gravitie, and answer me, Is he in Bed?