Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Nov 16] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 499 words
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And yet mine are not pale. It may be they blush for the teeth behind them. I have read No sonnets on the sweetness of your breath. 'tis not perfumed. But I have heard of your tongue exalted much, Highly commended. Not above your forehead, When you have brushed away the hairy pentehrush, And made it visible. I'll now interrupt 'em. They'll fall by the ears else presently. My Lord. What in contention Ladies? Oh my Lord you're welcome. Express it in discovery of that Made you so earnest, I am confident You were not practising a Dialogue To entertain me. Yet it did concern you. Do not you blush, fie Madam. Nay and you come to blush once, and fie Madam, I'll know the secret, by this kiss I will, And this. You were kissed first, discover now At your discretion. My Lord we were in jest. It might ha' turned to earnest, if your Lordship Had not interposed. Come out with it. We had a difference. Well said. About a man i'th' world, you are best name him. You have the better gift at telling secrets. Yet again, come I'll help it out, there is A gentleman i'th' world, some call a Lord. Did your Lordship overhear us? Nay nay, you must stand to't, One, whom you Love, it will appear no greater miracle In you I take it, one no doubt that hath traveled, and clapped as modest cheeks, and kissed As melting lips, thus far i'm right, but what Name this most happy man doth answer too, Is not within my circle. Yet you know him. Not to retain your Lordship i'th' dark, Confident you'll not accuse my modesty For giving you a truth, you shall not travel Beyond yourself to find his name, but do not Triumph my Lord. Am I so fortunate, Then love I do forgive thee, and will cherish The flame I did suspect would ruin me, You two divide my love, only you two, Be gentle in your Empire heavenly Ladies, No enemy abroad can threaten you, Be careful then, that you maintain at home No civil wars. How d'ee mean my Lord? You are pleased to smile upon me gentle Lady, And I have took it in my heart more than Imaginary blessings with what pleasure Could I behold this beauty, and consume My understanding to know nothing else, My memory to preserve no other figure. My Lord, I am not worth your flattery. I flatter you? Venus herself be judge, To whom you are so like in all that's fair, 'twere sin but to be modest. How my Lord? Do not mistake me, 'twere A sin but to be modest in your praises, Here's a hand, nature show me such another, A brow, a cheek, a lip, and every thing, Happy am I that Cupid's blind. Why happy? If he could see, he would forsake his Mistress To be my rival, and for thy embraces Be banished heaven.
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And yet mine are not pale. It may be they blush for the teeth behinde them. I have read No sonnets on the sweetnesse of your breath. Tis not perfum'd. But I have heard of your tongue exalted much, Highly commended. Not above your forehead, When you have brush'd away the hairie pentehrush, And made it visible. Ile now interrupt 'em. Theyle fall by the eares else presently. My Lord. What in contention Ladies? Oh my Lord you'r welcome. Expresse it in discoverie of that Made you so earnest, I am confident You were not practising a Dialogue To entertaine me. Yet it did concerne you. Do not you blush, fie Madam. Nay and you come to blush once, and fie Madam, Ile know the secret, by this kisse I will, And this. You were kis'd first, discover now At your discretion. My Lord we were in jest. It might ha turn'd to earnest, if your Lordship Had not interpos'd. Come out with it. We had a difference. Well said. About a man ith' world, you are best name him. You have the better gift at telling secrets. Yet agen, come Ile helpe it out, there is A gentleman ith' world, some call a Lord. Did your Lordship over-heare us? Nay nay, you must stand too't, One, whom you Love, it will appeare no greater miracle In you I take it, one no doubt that hath Travel'd, and clapt as modest cheekes, and kis'd As melting lippes, thus farre ime right, but what Name this most happy man doth answer too, Is not within my circle. Yet you know him. Not to retaine your Lordship ith' darke, Confident you'le not accuse my modesty For giving you a truth, you shall not travell Beyond your selfe to find his name, but doe not Triumph my Lord. Am I so fortunate, Then love I doe forgive thee, and will cherish The flame I did suspect would ruine me, You two divide my love, onely you two▪ Be gentle in your Empire heavenly Ladies, No enemy abroad can threaten you, Be carefull then, that you maintaine at home No civill warres. How dee meane my Lord? You are pleas'd to smile upon me gentle Lady, And I have tooke it in my heart more than Imaginary blessings with what pleasure Could I behold this beautie, and consume My understanding to know nothing else, My memory to preserve no other figure. My Lord, I am not worth your flatterie. I flatter you? Venus her selfe be judge, To whom you are so like in all thats faire, Twere sinne but to be modest. How my Lord? Do not mistake me, twere A sinne but to be modest in your praises, Heres a hand, nature shew me such another, A brow, a cheeke, a lip, and every thing, Happy am I that Cupids blinde. Why happy? If he could see, he would forsake his Mistresse To be my rivall, and for thy embraces Be banish'd heaven.