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 T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 480 words
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You come to turn and wind this lady's fancy With your wit now, but your devices fadge not, It is three minutes since she was disposed of, And though my stock of brain will not reach, to Make a large jointure of so many hundred Sonnets per annum, and rare Elegies, Some fresh, and some that ha' slain 7. years pickled, In other languages: yet she'll be content With a less witty fortune, my estate sir. 'tis happiness enough for me To snuff your marriage Taper, whose bright shine Shall put out the World's eye. Spare, spare your fancies. But I'll not now arraign you, if you mean To have me, know me again, chaffer some wit Away for honesty, I conceal your shame, there's hope then of your pardon, when I rise From what has justly forfeited my name, To show the World your childing is not lost, Your Lordship will not be ashamed again To own me for your servant. I shall be a glad witness and admirer. willt please you gentlemen to have a Song. Sir Solitary, and my Lady are at it, he is grown The most Jovial gentleman— hark. Welcome welcome, agen to thy wits. This is a holy day. I'le have no plotts, nor melancholy fitts But merily passe the time away: They are mad, that are sad. Bee ruld by mee; And none shall bee so merry as wee. The kitchin shall catch cold no more. I'le have no Key to the buttery dore, The Fidlers shall sing, The House shall ring, And the World shall see. What a merry couple. Merry couple. Couple, couple, wee will bee. we are new married Gentlemen, I must Invite your Lordship for my guest. Your Tunes Are melancholy. Welcome home my wandering nephew; You shall be welcome too, sir. I'm your servant. When shall we dance Jacintha? Sure this humour Is very young, pray Madam is he serious? Is there no plot in this? Beyond my hope He is recovered sir, and I must stand to't, And turn a miracle, a Lady housewife. No more, lest with the joy I run into A madness worse, than melancholy, you tell Me wonders: bless my senses. And shall we dance? I am for any mirth, the day requires it, In which love too long blind hath found his eyes, And leads the way to his own Paradise. PRaise a fair day at night the Proverb says, And 'tis the evening that must crown all Plays. For although writers may be first allowed, To speak themselves, their judgements are too proud That waving all authority beside Think 'tis enough when they are satisfied, we must appeal to you, unless you smile we have but cherished vain hopes all this while, But if you like, by this we shall best prove it, You'll follow The Example, if you love it.
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You come to turne and winde this Ladies fancie With your wit now, but your devices fadge not, It is three minutes since shee was dispos'd of, And though my stocke of braine will not reach, to Make a large joynture of so many hundred Sonnets per annum, and rare Elegies, Some fresh, and some that ha laine 7. yeeres pickled, In other languages: yet sheele be content With a lesse witty fortune, my estate sir. Tis happinesse enough for mee To snuffe your marriage Taper, whose bright shine Shall put out the Worlds eye. Spare, spare your fancies. But I'le not now arraigne you, if you meane To have me, know me agen, chafer some wit Away for honesty, I conceale your shame, Ther's hope then of your pardon, when I rise From what has iustiie forfeited my name, To shew the World your childing is not lost, Your Lordship will not be asham'd agen To owne me for your servant. I shall be a glad witnes and admirer. Wilt please you gentlemen to have a Song. Sir Solitary, and my Lady are at it, he is growne The most Joviall gentleman—harke. Welcome welcome, agen to thy wits. This is a holy day. I'le have no plotts, nor melancholy fitts But merily passe the time away: They are mad, that are sad. Bee ruld by mee; And none shall bee so merry as wee. The kitchin shall catch cold no more. I'le have no Key to the buttery dore, The Fidlers shall sing, The House shall ring, And the World shall see. What a merry couple. Merry couple. Couple, couple, wee will bee. Wee are new married Gentlemen, I must Invite your Lordship for my guest. Your Tunes Are melancholie. Welcome home my wandring nephew; You shall bee welcome too, sir. I'me your servant. When shall we dance Jacintha? Sure this humor Is very yong, pray Madam is he serious? Is there no plott in this? Beyond my hope He is recover'd sir, and I must stand too't, And turne a miracle, a Lady huswife. No more, least with the ioy I runne into A madnes worse, then melancholie, you tell Mee wonders: blesse my senses. And shall we dance? I am for any mirth, the day requires it, In which love too long blind hath found his eyes, And leads the way to his owne Paradise. PRaise a faire day at night the Proverbe sayes, And 'tis the evening that must crowne all Playes. For although writers may bee first allowd, To speake themselves, their judgements are too proud That waving all authority beside Thinke 'tis enough when they are satisfied, Wee must appeale to you, vnles you smile Wee have but cherish'd vaine hopes all this while, But if you like, by this we shall best prove it, You'le follow The Example, if you love it.