Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Nov 11] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 506 words
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Nay, nay, be comforted, and mistake me not, I did not mention Delamore to provoke These tears: he's gone, think on your living friends. If you be one, good sir— Yes, I am one: And yet mistake me not, I do not come a-wooing for myself, I am past Tilting, But for my Nephew, oh that Nephew of mine! I know Sr. Richard Hurry, you wise father, Will think well of him, Nay, nay, weeping still. It is too soon to think of any other. To soon to think of any other, why, What woman of discretion, but is furnished With a second husband ere the first be coffined? He that stays till the Funeral be past, Is held a modest coxcomb, and why should not maids be as early in their provision? I blush to think, my father of his mind, Distressed Leonora good. sir lose No more breath, I am resolved to die a Virgin I know not what love is. And yet these tears Are shed for one you loved. He that was all My treasure living, being lost must needs Be a great part of sorrow: but my eyes Though they can never pay to many drops To the sad memory of Delamore, Shed not all these for him, there is another That makes me weep. Another whom you love? Heaven knows I never let into my heart, Affection to a second, I am so far From loving him, I wish we may ne'er meet, I am not safe in my own bosom, while I think upon him, it begets new springs Within my eyes; which will in little time, Rise to a flood, and drown me. I conceive This is no friend of yours, come i'll relieve you, Nay, and there be any man that troubles you, If there be any you'd have talked withal, I'll rid you of that care, he that shall offer But to disturb you in a thought, d''ee mark me? I'll take an order with him. What will you do? Do not mistake me neither, i'll do nothing, But send my Nephew, he shall top him, And top him, and scourge him like a top too. You know not how my Nephew is improved Since you last saw him, valiant as Hercules, He has knocked the flower of Chivalry, the very Donzal del Phebo of the time. and all The blades do reverence him; i'll say no more, Name but the man whom you do frown upon, And let me send my Nephew to him. sha'not need. I have no enemy to engage his sword, My discontents flow from a nearer person, I grieve to say my father. How? your father Say but the word and I will send my Nephew To him, and he were ten fathers he can mollify him, To please you Lady, my Nephew never spare him, Oh, had you seen him baffle a squire this morning! Pray no more, you shall do me a noble office. To leave me to myself.
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Nay, nay, be comforted, and mistake me not, I did not mention Delamore to provoke These teares: hee's gone, thinke on your living friends. If you be one, good sir— Yes, I am one: And yet mistake me not, I doe not come Awooing for my selfe, I am past Tilting, But for my Nephew, oh that Nephew of mine! I know Sr. Richard Hurry, you wise father, Will thinke well of him, Nay, nay, weeping still. It is too soone to thinke of any other. To soone to thinke of any other, why, What woman of discretion, but is furnish'd With a second husband ere the first be coffend? He that stayes till the Funerall be past, Is held a modest coxcombe, and why should not Maides as early in their provision? I blush to thinke, my father of his mind, Distressed Leonora good. sir loose No more breath, I am resolved to die a Virgin I know not what love is. And yet these teares Are shed for one you lov'd. He that was all My treasure living, beeing lost must needs Be a great part of sorrow: but my eyes Though they can never paie to many drops To the sad memory of Delamore, Shed not all these for him, there is another That makes me weepe. Another whom you love? Heaven knowes I never let into my heart, Affection to a second, I am so farre From loving him, I wish we may nere meete, I am not safe in my owne bosome, while I thinke upon him, it begets new springs Within my eyes; which will in litle time, Rise to a flood, and drowne me. I conceive This is no friend of yours, come i'le releeve you, Nay, and there be any man that troubles you, If there be any you'd have talk'd withall, I'le rid you of that care, he that shall offer But to disturbe you in a thought, d'ee marke me? I'le take an order with him. What will you doe? Do not mistake me neither, i'le do nothing, But send my Nephew, he shall top him, And top him, and scourge him like a top too. You know not how my Nephew is improv'd Since you last saw him, valiant as Hercules, He has knock'd the flower of Chivalry, the verie Donzal del Phebo of the time. and all The blades do reverence him; i'le say no more, Name but the man whom you do frowne upon, And let me send my Nephew to him. Shanot neede. I have no enemie to engage his sword, My discontents flow from a neerer person, I grieve to say my father. How? your father Say but the word and I will send my Nephew To him, and he were ten fathers he can mollifie him, To please you Lady, my Nephew never spare him, Oh, had you seene him baffle a squire this morning! Pray no more, you shall do me a noble office. To leave me to my selfe.