Shirley, James · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [licensed for stage, Apr 23, 1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · St. Werburgh Street, Dublin unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 490 words
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Sir, Your love, and knowledge of my father will Deserve you should be welcome to his son. He made me his companion many years; No brothers were more chained in their affections. He did impart much of his bosom to me. You knew why he left Naples? He did trust me, with the cause my Lord, and every circumstance The king's minority, and Montalto's power, 'gainst which no innocent could plead in Naples. Not too loud Sir; you may be heard. Your pardon. Why should truth Faint at the name of greatness? this Colossus Montalto is but mortal sure; time has Forgot to use his wings, or nature is Unwilling I should grow to write full man, To take revenge upon that politician, Our Protean favourite. It is my wonder The King so strangely should continue this Affection to Montalto. There's some magic in 't. Dare none complain. His engines are so placed None can approach the king's ear, at which hang So many flatterers to infect it with Montalto's praise. Pray give me sir this boldness; He that doth lift an Axe to strike the root Of any family, cannot be without A thought to wound the branches; you were left. By computation, but an Infant when Your father's discontents, and faction of This Montalto made him forsake Naples, Which added to your mother's death, the guard And comforts of your life, were taken from you; Having expressed this malice to your father, A thousand ways he might have sent you to Another world, and taken off all fear Of a revenge; how comes it that you live, And visit Sir the Palace with this freedom? My Lord Andrugio's knowledge of yon Sir Is my assurance of your faith. I'll give You reasons at some opportunity, Not to repent your confidence. You have Supplied my fathel in your care of me. I live? why I am this great Lords favourite, Courted, his creatures are my honour's Companion to his pleasures. I observed Some gestures very loving to your Lordship. The King himself for his sake gracing me, With title of his bedchamber. 'tis strange; This news will cool my resolution. 'tis truth he doth engage him to all favours. 'tis not impossible he may be honest. And mean so; but my soul cannot be bribed So easily to prostrate my own justice And leave my father's ashes unrevenged Which in my ear groan from beneath the Marble To keep my thoughts awake. We may suspect This is to catch applause a trick to win Upon the people who did love Riviero And mourn his fate. however I have art To keep my breast close, and accept his flatteries, Can compliment, and with officious bend Thank his high favours, wear a face of mirth And prattle with the Ladies as if all The business I came into the world for, Were but to talk and dance, and go a feasting.
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Sir, Your love, and knowledge of my father will Deserve you should be welcome to his sonne. He made me his companion many yeares; No brothers were more chain'd in their affctions. He did impart much of his bosome to me. You knew why he left Naples? He did trust me, with the cause my Lord, and every circumstance The Kings minoritie, and Montaltoes power, Gainst which no innocent could plead in Naples. Not to loud Sir; you may be heard. Your pardon. Why should truth Faint at the name of greatnesse? this Colossus Montalto is but mortall sure; time has Forgot to use his wings, or nature is Vnwilling I should grow to write full man, To take revnge upon that polititian, Our Protean favourite. It is my wonder The King so strangely should continue this Affection to Montalto. There's some magicke in 't. Dare none complaine. His engines are so plac'd None can approach the kings eare, at which hang So many flatterers to infect it with Montaltoes praise. Pray give me sir this boldnesse; Hee that doth lift an Axe to strike the roote Of any family, cannot be without A thought to wound the branches; you were left. By computation, but an Infant when Your fathers discontents, and faction of This Montalto made him forsake Naples, Which added to your mothers death, the guard And comforts of your life, were taken from you; Having exprest this malice to your father, A thousand wayes he might have sent you to Another world, and taken off all feare Of a revenge; how comes it that you live, And visit Sir the Pallace with this freedome? My Lord Andrugios knowledge of you Sir▪ Is my assurance of your faith. Ile give You reasons at some opportunity▪ Not to repent your confidence. You have Supplied my fathel in your care of me. I live? why I am this great Lords favorite, Courted, his creatures are my honours Companion to his pleasures. I observ'd Some gestures very loving to your Lordship. The King himselfe for his sake gracing me▪ With title of his bed-chamber. Tis stange; This newes will coole my resolution. Tis truth he doth ingage him to all favours. Tis not impossible he may be honest. And meane so; but my soule cannot be brib'd So easily to prostrate my owne justice And leave my fathers ashes unreveng'd Which in my eare groane from beneath the Marble To keepe my thoughts awake. We may suspect This is to catch applause a tricke to winne Vpon the people who did love Riviero And mourne his fate. How ever I have art To keepe my breast close, and accept his flatteries, Can complement, and with officious bend Thanke his high favours, weare a face of mirth And prattle with the Ladies as if all The businesse I came into the world for, Were but to talke and dance, and goe a feasting.