Shirley, James · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [licensed for stage, Apr 23, 1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · St. Werburgh Street, Dublin T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.76 · 467 words
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You not forget my Lord Montalto has Desire to speak with him. 'tis all my business; Be careful of your watch and look about you, Some we sell may get in else. Does he jeer us? Let him; his Embassy is not performed. You do amaze my understanding Sir To require I should justify a tale Made to the blemish of so chaste a Lady. Did not your Lordship tell such a story To Philoberto in my lodgings. I dare his malice, to affront; and 'tis not Done like yourself to sully with one breath Two sames. Shall I not credit my own ears? Dear Sir, collect yourself, and let not passion To Domitilla whom you may possess, Here after make you so unjust. Dear Machiavell This will not do; the King shall know your stratagems. Go threaten babes; this would exalt my rage, But I remember y'are a Nor would I grieve the genius of my country, To place my own revenge above her honour. Poor shadow. Now. 'twill not be safe; you know your change. We are proud to sc your eace in health. Where is the King? A little bustle Sir. Not yet I think, he is at his prayers. I'll add to his litany. It won't need; I think his ghostly father can direct him, With whom he is in private. I know not How to interpret this; I want Philoberto. Your grace's Servant; he looks displeased. My Lord Octavio. Your servant Lords. You meet the Duke. His face showed discontent. We sum our fortunes in Montalto's smile, By whose commands we have denied the Duke Access toth' King. You have done well, it much Concerns my Lord; his and all our fate Depends upon't; continue still your care And circumspection, and while I am within Let none be admitted. Let us alone; A spirit may have the device to enter, But if he have so much body as a Gnat I'll know his errand; who's this; oh it 'tis My Lady Domitilla's Secretary. Here are so many tricks, and turns, and doors I'these Court lodgings, I have lost myself. Mr. Secretary. 'twas you betrayed me to the King, and caused My Ladies to be sent for, with more cunning To bring me hither; but all's one, he has Not seen me yet not sha'not; which Is my way out of this labyrinth. Why are you so unwilling the King should see you? Or to live in Court; methinks this habit Becomes you now; do it not my Lord. He looks like a true Hero. You are beside the story Sir; I did read once That Hero had no upper lip; she was A Lady of Leander's lake. A wit? there's a new word; now for the Hellespont, he'll make a subtle courtier.
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You not forget my Lord Montalto ha Desire to speake with him. Tis all my businesse; Be carefull of your watch and looke about you, Some Wee sell may get in else. Does he jeere us? Let him; his Embassy is not perform'd. You doe amaze my understanding Si To require I should justifie a tale Made to the blemish of so chaste a Lady. Did not your Lordship tell such a story To Philoberto in my lodging. I date his molice, to afft; and tis not Done like your selfe to sully with one breath Two sames. Shall I not credit my owne eares? Deare Sir, collect your selfe, and let not passion To Domitilla whom you may passesse, Here after make you so unjust. Deare Machiavill This will not doe; the King shall know your stratagems. Goe threaten babes; this would exalt my rage, But I remember , Nor would I grieve the genius of my country, To place my owne revenge above her honour. Poore shaddow. Now. Twill not be safe; you know your change. We are proud to sc your eace in health. Where i the King? A little Sir. Not yet I thinke, he is at his prayers. Ile adde to his Letanie. It wo'not neede; I thinke his ghostly father can direct him, With whom he is in private. I know not How to interpret this; I want Philoberto. Your graces Servant; he lookes displeas'd. My Lord Octavio. Your servant Lords. You meet the Duke. His face shewed discontnt. We summe our fortunes in Montaltoes smile, By whose commands we have denyed the Duke Accesse to'th King. You have done well▪ it much Concernes my Lord; his and all our fate Depends upon't; continue still your care And circumspction, and while I am within Let none be admitted. Let us alone; A spirit may have the device to enter, But if he have so much body as a Gnat Ile know his errand; whoes this; oh it tis My Lady Domitillaes Secretary. Here are so many trickes, and turnes, and dores I'these Court lodgings, I have lost my selfe. Mr. Secretary. Twas you betrayd me to the King, and caus'd My Ladies to be sent for, with more cunning To bring me hither; but alls one, he has Not seene me yet not sha'not; which Is my ay out of this labyrinth. Why are you so unwilling the King should see you? Or to live in Court; me thinkes this habite Becomes you now; doe it not my Lord. He lookes like a true Hero. You are beside the story Sir; I did reade once That Hero had no upper lip; shee was A Lady of Leanders lake. A wit? theres a new word; now for the Hellespont, Heele make a subtile courtier.