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 · 472 words
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she does not look With any countenance of love upon me: See, she does weep. she'll love thee afterwards. And she do not, she can but cuckold thee There be more i'th' Parish man. Since you are so peremptory So peremptory: here receive your sentence. Live and love happily. My Dearest Beaumont. To what purpose is this? he must be hanged for Delamore. here's one can clear the danger. The Surgeon? did not you say he was dead? I did, to serve his ends, which you see noble: Delamore is past danger, but wants strength To come abroad. You give me another life. I see heaven has decreed him for thy husband, And shalt have my consent too. Now you bless me. I wished to call thee son, pardon my trial Joy ever in your bosoms. I feel a blessing That only can be thought, silence my tongue, And let our hearts discourse. You leave gentlefolks; who wishes joy. And a bundle of boys the first night? Married. Fast as the Priest could tie us. We are witnesses. cousin two thousand pound, and Lady now 'tis time to clear all. I'll be divorced now Wife y'are a Whore. Ho there, no bug-words, come we must tell something in your care. Be merry You are no cuckold, make no noise, I know That's it, offends your stomach. Ha! I touched not her, nor this with one rude action. we'll talk the circumstance when you come home. Your wife expected you, but when I came She had prepared light, and her cousin here To have made you blush and chide you into honesty Seeing their chaste simplicities, was won To silence, which brought on my better fortune. Can this be real By my hopes of peace I'th' tother World you have no injury: My plot was only to betray you to Love and repentance. Be not troubled, sir, I am a witness of my cousin's truth, And hope you'll make all prosper, in renewing Your faith to her. Be wise and no more words Thou hast a treasure in thy wife, make much on her: For any act of mine, she is as chaste As when she was new borne. Love love her Jack. As when she was new borne. Love; love her Jack. I am ashamed, pray give me all forgiveness, I see my follies, heaven invites me gently To thy chaste bed, be thou again my dearest, Thy virtue shall instruct me: joy to all: Here be more.— Delamore is living, And Leonora marked to enjoy him, Violante is possessed of Beaumont too. These be love's miracles: a spring tide flow In every bosom. This day let me feast you Anon we'll visit Delamore. My soul Longs to salute him. Here all folly's die. May never Gamester have worse fate than I.
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Shee does not looke With any countenance of love upon me: See, shee does weepe. Sheele love thee afterwards. And shee doe not, she can but cuckold thee There be more i'th Parish man. Since you are so peremptory So peremptory: here receave your sentence. Live and love happilie. My Dearest Beaumont. To what purpose is this? he must be hangd for Delamore. Heer's one can cleere the danger. The Surgeon? did not you say he was dead? I did, to serve his ends, which you see noble: Delamore is past danger, but wants strength To come abroad. You give me another life. I see heaven has decreed him for thy husband, And shat have my consent too. Now you blesse me. I wished to call thee sonne, pardon my triall Joy ever in your bosomes. I feele a blessing That onely can be thought, silence my tongue, And let our hearts discourse. You leave gentlefolks; who wishes joy. And a bundle of boyes the first night? Married. Fast as the Priest could tie us. We are witnesses. Cozen two thousand pound, and Ladie now Tis time to cleere all. I'le be divorc'd now Wife y'are a Whore. Ho there, no bug-words, come Wee must tell something in your care. Be merry You are no cuckold, make no noise, I know That's it, offends your stomake. Ha! I touch'd not her, nor this with one rude action. Weele talke the circumstance when you come home. Your wife expected you, but when I came She had prepar'd light, and her Cozen here To have made you blush and chide you into honesty Seeing their chast simplicities, was wonne To silence, which brought on my better fortune. Can this be reall By my hopes of peace I'th tother World you have no injury: My plot was onely to betraie you to Love and repentance. Be not troubled, sir, I am a witnes of my Cozens truth, And hope youle make all prosper, in renewing Your faith to her. Be wise and no more words Thou hast a treasure in thy wife, make much on her: For any act of mine, she is as chast As when she was new borne. Love love her Jacke. As when she was new borne. Love; love her Jacke. I am asham'd, pray give me all forgivenes▪ I see my follies, heaven invites me gently To thy chast bed, be thou againe my dearest, Thy vertue shall instruct me: joy to all: Here be more.—Delamore is living, And Leonora mark'd to injoy him, Violante is possest of Beaumont too. These be loves miracles: a spring tide flow In every bosome. This day let me feast you Anon wee'le visit Delamore. My soule Longs to salute him. Here all follyes die. May never Gamester have worse fate then I.