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 · 487 words
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No Madam, a most strange Disaster broke his sleep, and we shall be At counsel presently, do not I talk Already like a statesman? It shall be so, come nearer. This your device: 'tis pleasant and pursue it, Your sister— Be you sure, and secure, Jacintha you must with me. Whether? To my husband's Chamber. Madam, your husband is returned I hear. I hope you have not met. Why noble Madam? we shall be friends if you have mercy, to Forgive what's past, my soul shall not deserve His ill opinion, I hope all is well between you two. No hearts did ever meet More loving lie, until he saw— What, Madam? The presents that you sent me. It was my fear. Servant. Madam. My dumb Knight too, we shall have the more mirth. Would I had been poor still, although you bring All innocent thoughts. My Lord, I must beseech you, Never to see me again, oh never, sir, It will be dangerous to express your virtue, And every minute you stay here, is fatal, Alas I fear he's come. My Lord, I have been active, And all my bodies in a bath to find you. Walter Peregrine is arrested. How? Oh misery of miseries! Look to your mistress. Her ladyship's pardon, I observed not her So near. 'tis very certain. I suspect This knave, alas poor gentleman, and yet 'tis no misfortune to me, things considered: Now he is safe, and I may walk securely; In Prison let him lie and cool his valour. I shall be in charity with the tribe of varlets, For this good turn, this taking him i'th' nick, And owe the wretch a sum, for being so fortunate To set the Mastiffs on him, I owe thee too, For thy good news, come Confident. To my ambition. d'ee hear my Lord, the good news is not all You owe me for, I knew it would be grateful; You owe me for the act, it was my wit Betrayed him to the arrest, held him in prate Whilst the honest Knave your Scrivener fetched the vultures With fangs keen as the Devils. How I am bound to thee? I knew 'twas necessary. Every man That vows his service, has not that extent Of brain to bring about these fine things for you. What think you of the ma'mosel, his wife now? You have no opportunity, no power To humble her proud body, while her husband Sets up a frippery with his gay wardrobe; Grows into new acquaintance with diseases, And comfortable vermin; breaks stone walls To show the proverb, and his hunger mighty; Curses his Stars, and learns to cant, and praise The steam of ale, with an unchristian tossed in't; Doth reverence Barmudas, and the ghost Of cheese, with the Egyptian Idol Onions, And crusts to break an elephant's tooth. All this I ha' done for you, my good Lord,
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No Madam, a most strange Disaster broke his sleepe, and we shall be At counsell presentlie, do not I talke Allready like a states-man? It shall be so, come neerer. This your device: tis pleasant and persue it, Your sister— Bee you sure, and secure, Jacintha you must with me. Whether? To my husbands Chamber. Madam, your husband is return'd I heare. I hope you have not met. Why noble Madam? Wee shall be friends if you have mercie, to Forgive what's past, my soule shall not deserue His ill opinion, I hope all is well betweene you two. No harts did ever meete More loving lie, untill he saw— What, Madam? The presents that you sent me. It was my feare. Servant. Madam. My dumbe Knight too, we shall have the more mirth. Would I had beene poore still, although you bring All innocent thoughts. My Lord, I must beseech you, Never to see me agen, oh never, sir, It will be dangerous to expresse your virtue, And every minute you staie here, is fatall, Alas I feare hee's come. My Lord, I have beene active, And all my bodies in a bath to finde you. Walter Peregrine is arrested. How? Oh miserie of miseries! Looke to your mistresse. Her Ladiships pardon, I obseru'd not her So neere. 'tis verie certaine. I suspect This knave, alas poore gentleman, and yet Tis no mis-fortune to me, things considered: Now he is safe, and I may walke securelie; In Prison let him lie and coole his valour. I shall bee in charitie with the tribe of varletts, For this good turne, this taking him i'th nick, And owe the wretch a summe, for being so fortunate To set the Mastives on him, I owe thee too, For thy good newes, come Confident. To my ambition. Dee heare my Lord, the good newes is not all You owe me for, I knew it would be gratefull; You owe me for the act, it was my wit Betri'd him to the arrest, held him in prate Whilst the honest Knave your Scrivener fetch'd the vultures With phangs keene as the Divells. How am bound to thee? I knew t'was necessarie. Every man That vowes his service, has not that extent Of braine to bring about these fine things for you. What thinke you of the mamoseile, his wife now? You have no opportunitie, no power To humble her proud bodie, while her husband Setts up a friperie with his gaie wardrobe; Grows into new acquaintance with diseases, And comfortable vermine; breakes stone walls To shew the proverbe, and his hunger mightie; Curses his Starrs, and learnes to cant, and praise The steame of ale, with an unchristian tost in't; Doth reverence Barmudas, and the ghost Of cheese, with the Egyptian Idoll Onyous, And crusts to breake an Elephants tooth. All this I ha done for you, my good Lord,