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 T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 512 words
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I must presume, you want no counsel from My Lord who loved your father, how to manage yourself to best advantage of your fame And honour; unto both I am a servant. My Lord Montalto may expect you Sir. It is not safe we be observed too much. My Lord you have begun a favour by The acquaintance of this Gentleman; I will Hope to salute him often by your means; You shall not meet a heart more prompt to bid You welcome Sir. You too much grace your servant; I shall present a trouble. Come my Lord. Montalto's change hath staggered me already; These favours may be hearty to Octavio, And argument of penitence; I'll observe And sift his close heart; if it prove unsound, He whets revenge to make the deeper wound I would speak with your Lady Sir. You may. Direct me. With which of my Ladies. With both, or one. I serve the daughter. I would speak with her. she is— I know not where. What coxcomb's this. Dost hear friend, I would speak with my Lady Simphorosa. This way and please your Lordship. Stay prithee; what fellow's that? A servant of my Ladies. Is he mad? A little fantastic, but very harmless, And makes my Ladies merry; my young Madam Domitilla calls him her secretary for sport; And wonder of his good parts. What are they? He can neither write nor read. An excellent Secretary. But he has been much given to 't, To reading, till much poring night and day Made him book blind; and defying spectacles, He walks and thinks he is wise, and talks upon His old stock. prithee acquaint my Lady; i'th' mean time I'll have more dialogue with him; Save you Sir. Save yourself Sir; you are I take't a Courtier. And you my Lady's Secretary. I am so. I hear you are an understanding Secretary. 'tis so, I am; how came you by that knowledge? We have your fame at Court Sir. Can you read? I hear you cannot. Right. Nor write. 'tis true. What make you with a book? ha this is Euclid. Euclid; it may be so. Why these are Mathematics. I have a Chest full of them in my custody; They were my old Lords, grey when I took charge on 'em But now look spruce and young; there's something in 'em. What in the name of ignorance dost thou do with 'em. I am excellent at turning over leaves, By which I keep the worms away. Most learnedly. I learned it of my Lady's Chaplain Sir; Men are not always bound to understand Their Library; but to omit learning, Not now considered by wise men, what is Your business here I pray? It does concern yourself; the King has heard of your good parts. Sir, as you love me say you saw me not; I knew I should one time or other be Found out for state employments; here's my Lady. I must obscure myself. Why how now Secretary, Whether so fast. You little think. What prithee.
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I must presume, you want no counsell from My Lord who loved your father, how to manage Your selfe to best advantage of your ame And honour; unto both I am a servant. My Lord Montalto may expect you Sir. It is not safe we be observ'd too much. My Lord you have begun a favour by The acquaintance of this Gentleman; I will Hope to salute him often by your meanes; You shall not meete a heart more prompt to bid You welcome Sir. You too much grace your servant; I shall present a trouble. Come my Lord. Montaltoes change hath staggard me already; These favours may be hearty to Octavio, And argument of penitence; Ile observe And sift his close heart; if it prove unsound, He whets revenge to make the deeper wound I would speake with your Lady Sir. You may. Direct me. With which of my Ladies. With both, or one. I serve the daughter. I would speake with her. Shee is—I know not where. What Coxcombe's this. Dost heare friend, I would speake with my Lady Simphorosa. This way and please your Lordship. Stay preethe; what fellowe's that? A servant of my Ladies. Is he mad? A little phantasticke, but very harmelesse, And makes my Ladies merry; my young Madam Domitilla calls him her secretary for sport▪ And wonder of his good parts. What are they? He can neither write nor reade. An excellent Secretary. But he has beene much given to 't, To reading, till much poring night and day Made him booke blinde; and defying spectacles, He walkes and thinkes he is wise, and talkes upon His old stocke. Preethe acquaint my Lady; 'ith meane time Ile have more dialogue with him; Save you Sir. Save your selfe Sir; you are I tak't a Courtier▪ And you my Ladies Secretary. I am so. I heare you are an understanding Secretary. Tis so, I am; how came you by that knowledge▪ We have your same at Court Sir. Can you reade? I heare you cannot. Right. Nor write. Tis true. What make you with a booke? ha this is Euclid. Euclid; it may be so. Why these are Mathematickes. I have a Chest full of them in my custody; They were my old Lords, gray when I tooke charge on 'em But now looke spruce and young; there's something in 'em. What in the name of ignorance dost thou doe with 'em. I am excellent at turning over leaves, By which I keepe the wormes away. Most learnedly. I learnt it of my Ladies Chaplaine Sir; Men are not alwayes bound to understand Their Library; but to omit learning, Not now consider'd by wise men, what is Your businesse here I pray? It does concerne Your selfe; the King has heard of your good parts. Sir, as you love me say you saw me not; I knew I should one time or other be Found out for state imployments; heer's my Lady. I must obscure my selfe. Why how now Secretary, Whether so fast. You little thinke. What preethe.