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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 479 words
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Traitors? Traitors, we look for, and traitors we will have, And they be above ground. I saw two suspicious persons come into the house with my Own eyes, and they must out, there they are, I'll take My oath Master Constable. Master Vaineman, and Master Pumicestone you two suspected For traitors, oh the rotten hearts of men! Reprehend them. Your good Knight must go too, go cheerfully 'twill be the better for you, if you discharge an honest conscience, you may have the favour to hang tell you be dead. Did ever any man was sure o'th' gallows, shake so? This fright may work some good effect upon him, Many men have been frighted from their wits, Having none left, why is't not possible He should be frighted back again into 'em? One word I beseech you, 'tis time to speak. I hope you did not mean this for his cure, I am not so weary cozen of my freedom. He that's full master of his reason, may Be master of his wife too, which I like not. My Uncle, sister, Madam. Sir Ha more plots? What's the news sister? you look pleasantly. Your face is full of sunshine Madam. bless me, but what are these? We are subjects of command, she'll discover us. Men? apprehended? what new fears invade me? What shall we do now? E'en what you please. Why this is Dormant your servant Uncle. Who would ha' thought it? And your name Oldrat, what's the matter gentlemen? ha' you an interlude? If they be no officers, we can be no traitors. 'twas Mistress Jacintah's plot, we did but act it. I was desirous of a scene of mirth, How far we should ha' driven it, I know not, Just so ridiculous are all your plots Uncle, ha, ha. You had your parts my brace of learned gentlemen, Whom I do discharge from fear and further penance. Make not yourself the general derision, Your drudge's mirth. Nay, let him have his humour. If you have still ambition to be laughed at, And think it possible I can love such motleys, Come thus a-wooing every day, I shall find Some trick at last to make your worships famous. What think you of'is? One of us is sure to carry her, what think you o'th' device, and the worst come to the worst, for the thousand pound? We must agree, pay it, and be revenged. Do not you think you have undone us now, And that we shall despair, and drown ourselves, Or slip out of the World in a clean halter? No, we will live to vex thee, for my part Because thou gavest me liberty to speak, To show I scorn to obey thee, and in malice To thy injunction, I will never speak Again, to any woman, in revenge, I'll be more dumb than he was.
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Traitors? Traitors, we looke for, and traitors we will have, And they be above ground. I saw two suspitious persons come into the house with my Owne eyes, and they must out, there they are, I'le take My oath Master Constable. Master Vaineman, and Master Pumicestone you two suspected For traitors, oh the rotten harts of men! Reprehend them. Your good Knight must goe too, goe cheerfully 'twill be the better for you, if you discharge an honest conscience, you may have the favor to hang tell you be dead. Did ever any man was sure o'th gallowes, shake so? This fright may worke some good effect upon him, Many men have beene frighted from their witts, Having none left, why ist not possible He should be frighted backe againe into 'em? One word I beseech you, 'tis time to speake. I hope you did not meane this for his cure, I am not so wearie cozen of my freedome. He that's full master of his reason, may Be master of his wife too, which I like not. My Uncle, sister, Madam. Sir Ha more plotts? What's the news sister? you looke pleasantlie. Your face is full of sunshine Madam. blesse me, but what are these? We are subjects of command, shee'l discover us. Men? apprehended? what new feares invade me? What shall we doe now? E'en what you please. Why this is Dormant your servant Uncle. Who would ha thought it? And your name Oldrat, what's the matter gentlemen? Ha you an interlude? If they be no officers, we can be no traitors. Twas Mistris Jacintahs plott, we did but act it. I was desirous of a scene of mirth, How farre wee should ha driven it, I know not, Just so ridiculous are all your plotts Uncle, ha, ha. You had your parts my brace of learned gentlemen, Whom I doe discharge from feare and further penance. Make not your selfe the generall derision, Your drudges mirth. Nay, let him have his humour. If you have still ambition to be laught at, And thinke it possible I can love such motleyes, Come thus a wooing every day, I shall finde Some tricke at last to make your worships famous. What thinke you o'this? One of us is sure to carry her, what thinke you o'th device, and the worst come to the worst, for the thousand pound? We must agree, pay it, and be reveng'd. Doe not you thinke you have undone us now, And that we shall dispaire, and drowne our selves, Or slippe out of the World in a cleane halter? No, we will live to vex thee, for my part Because thou gavest me liberty to speake, To shew I scorne to obey thee, and in malice To thy injunction, I will never speake Agen, to any woman, in revenge, I'le be more dumbe then he was.