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 T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 475 words
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Virtue? there's another thing, not usual In men of his rank, I allow a Gentleman To pay his own debts, but another man's, Want's a record, besides all this, to love Another man's wife, a handsome woman too, And be at cost to keep her honest? miracles. What joys flow in my heart. Thou art sad sister. No sadness, but I have another passion, that troubles me. You'll be in time converted, And leave your wild invectives against men, 'tis possible you may marry, if you could Find such another man to be your husband. No, I wood not. What? Find such another man to be my husband. Thou wouldst have him, how now my witty sister? It cannot be concealed. Has little Cupid Been practising with his bird-bolt, if thou be'st not, I'll wish thee heartily in love, to punish Thy want of charity against all men And marriage, 'tis but justice, nay be not melancholy; He will be here presently. He shall be welcome. He shall. Be very welcome hither, he once said If I remember well, could he but love, He would marry me of all women alive. My fortune's not to be despised, however My heart is rich enough, but it shall languish To death, ere I will tell him so. But dost love him Indeed? now but for pity I could laugh. You may triumph sister, you have cause. And thou canst have no argument to despair, Come shall I tell my Lord? What? That thou lovest him. Do him not so much injury, my passion Can still walk in disguise, though I confess Since your relation, 'tis become more troublesome To be confined, oh love! I never thought To have felt thy sting, I dare not stay to see him; I shall betray myself with many blushes: Farewell my Lord Fitzavarice. Not so he'll rather meet a welcome to his bosoms, Repent not Lady, y'are but lovingly Betrayed, and 'tis my happiness, I should Have pleaded at this bar, in this prevention I am doubly blessed, be constant, and divide With me both heart, and fortunes: thou must needs Be excellently good in being her sister. I must confess my Lord, I honour you. But not for any titles, although some Woman may be allowed the ambition, But for your noble nature. I am confirmed. But all is well again, and must exalt Thy truer joys by finding us both live, And knit into a peace no time can violate, Let me salute The Example of chaste honour; Sister I now must call thee, and shall glory To own that title by Jacintha's love. All blessings crown your wishes. I have a heart to wish you joys. They will be all a debt To your noble care of us, Master Confident. One of my servants but not yet discharged.
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Virtue? ther's another thing, not usuall In men of his ranke, I allow a Gentleman To pay his owne debts, but another mans, Want's a record, besides all this, to love Another mans wife, a hansome woman too, And be at cost to keepe her honest? miracles. What joyes flow in my hart. Thou art sad fister. No sadnesse, but I have another passion, that troubles me. You'le bee in time converted, And leave your wild invectives against men, Tis possible you may marry, if you could Finde such another man to be your husband. No, I wood not. What? Finde such another man to be my husband. Thou woodst have him, how now my witty sister? It cannot be conceal'd. Has litle Cupid Beene practising with his bird-bolt, if thou bee'st not, I'le wish thee hartelie in love, to punish Thy want of charitie against all men And marriage, 'tis but justice, nay be not melancholie; He will be here presentlie. He shall be welcome. He shall. Be very welcome hither, he once said If I remember well, could he but love, He would marrie mee of all women alive. My fortun's not to bee dispisd, however My hart is rich enough, but it shall languish To death, ere I will tell him so. But do'st love him Indeed? now but for pitie I could laugh. You may triumph sister, you have cause. And thou canst have no argument to despaire, Come shall I tell my Lord? What? That thou lovest him. Doe him not so much iniurie, my passion Can still walke in disguise, though I confesse Since your relation, 'tis become more troublesome To be confin'd, oh love! I never thought To have felt thy sting, I dare not stay to see him; I shall betray my selfe with many blushes: Farewell my Lord Fitzavarice. Not so Hee'le rather meet a welcome to his bosomo, Repent not Lady, y'are but lovinglie Betraid, and 'tis my happinesse, I should Have pleaded at this barre, in this prevention I am doubly blest, be constant, and devide With me both hart, and fortunes: thou must needs Be excellently good in being her sister. I must confesse my Lord, I honor you. But not for any titles, although some Woman may be allow'd the ambition, But for your noble nature. I am confirm'd. But all is well agen, and must exalt Thy truer joyes by finding us both live, And knit into a peace no time can violate, Let me salute The Example of chast honor; Sister I now must call thee, and shall glorie To owne that title by Jacinthas love. All blessings crowne your wishes. I have a hart to wish you joyes. They will bee all a debt To your noble care of us, Master Confident. One of my servants but not yet discharg'd.