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 · 482 words
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How, she a son? 'twas a mistake, but she knows my meaning, I begin to be a weary gentlemen, I'll breathe a while. 'tis time, and that you may Not want encouragement take that. Gentlemen colonel, what d'ee mean. You shall know presently, dare but lift thy voice To fright this Lady, or but ask thy pardon, My sword shall rip thy body for thy part, And nail it on her threshold, or if you, The proudest offer but in looks to justify The baseness of this wretch your souls shall answer't. how's this? Oh impudence unheard, pardon Madam My tedious silence, the affront grew up So fast I durst not trust my understanding That any gentleman could attempt so much Dishonour to a Lady of your goodness; Was this your project to make me appear Guilty of that I hate beyond all sacrilege, Was it for this you prayed my company, You tadpoles? 'tis your presence charms my sword, Or they shall quickly pay their forfeit lives, No Altar could protect 'em. We are betrayed. Was it not his plot to have us rail? Say, shall I yet be active? By no means, This is no place for blood, nor shall any cause Engage to such a danger. Live to be Your own vexations then till you be mad, And then remove yourself with your own garters. You sha'not go before I know from whose Brain this proceeded, you are the mirth, Was ever civil Lady so abused In her own house by ingrateful horseleeches? Could your corrupted natures find no way But this to recompense her noble favours, Her courteous entertainments, would any Heathens done like to you? admit she was So just to say she could see nothing in you Worthy her dearer thoughts as to say truth, How could a creature of her wit and judgement Not see how poor and miserable things You are at best? must you impudent In such a loud, and peremptory manner, Disturb the quiet of her thoughts and dwelling Gentlemen rather hinds scarce fit to mix, Unless you mend her manners with her drudges. This shows a nobleness, dost not Scutilla? Why sir, did not you tell us? What did I tell you? Nothing. Be gone, lest I forget myself. I have a token to remember you A palsy upon your fingers noble colonel. Was this his stratagem? we must be gone. Sir I must thank ye, and desire your pardon, For what has passed to your particular. Ya've more than satisfied my service in Th'acknowledgement: disdain cannot provoke Me to be so insolent. Again I thank you. I can forget your last neglect, if you Think me not too unworthy to expect Some favour from you. How d'ee mean. Why as As a servant should that is ambitious? To call you Mistress, till the happier title Of wife crown his desires.
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How, shee a sonne? Twas a mistake, but she knowes my meaning, I beginne to be a wearie gentlemen, Ile breath a while. Tis time, and that you may Not want encouragement take that. Gentlemen Coronell, what dee meane. You shall know presently, dare but lift thy voyce To fright this Lady, or but aske thy pardon, My sword shall rip thy body for thy part, And naile it on her threshold, or if you, The proudest offer but in lookes to justifie The basenesse of this wretch your soules shall answer't. Howes this? Oh impudence unheard, pardon Madam My tedious silence, the affront grew up So fast I durst not trust my understanding That any gentleman could attempt so much Dishonour to a Lady of your goodnesse; Was this your project to make me appeare Guilty of that I hate beyond all sacriledge, Was it for this you pray'd my company, You todpoles? tis your presence charmes my sword, Or they shall quickly pay their forfeit lives, No Altar could protect 'em. We are betray'd. Was it not his plot to have us raile? Say, shall I yet be active? By no meanes, This is no place for blood, nor shall any cause Engage to such a danger. Live to be Your owne vexations then till you be mad, And then remove your selfe with your owne garters. You shannot goe before I know from whose Braine this proceeded, you are the mirth, Was ever civill Lady so abus'd In her owne house by ingratefull horseleeches? Could your corrupted natures finde no way But this to recompence her noble favours, Her courteous entertainements, would any Heathens done like to you? admit she was So just to say she could see nothing in you Worthy her deerer thoughts as to say truth, How could a creature of her wit and judgement Not see how poore and miserable things You are at best? must you impudent In such a loud, and peremptory manner, Disturbe the quiet of her thoughts and dwelling Gentlemen rather hinds scarce fit to mixe, Vnlesse you mend her manners with her drudges. This shewes a noblenesse, dost not Scutilla? Why sir, did not you tell us? What did I tell you? Nothing. Be gone, least I forget my selfe. I have a token to remember you A palsie upon your fingers noble Coronell. Was this his stratagem? we must be gone. Sir I must thanke yee, and desire your pardon, For what has past to your particular. Ya've more than satisfied my service in Th'acknowledgement: disdaine cannot provoke Me to be so insolent. Againe I thanke you. I can forget your last neglect, if you Thinke me not too unworthy to expect Some favour from you. How dee meane. Why as As a servant should that is ambitious? To call you Mistresse, till the happier title Of wife crowne his desires.