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 T6 Money, debt and credit · 503 words
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I am sorry any gentleman that has relation to me should Be so forgetful of your honour, & his own, but though he have Forfeited opinion, let me continue innocent in your thoughts? I have sent you a small jewel to expiate my offence for Commending him, I expect your Ladyship at the Ball, Where you shall make many happy to kiss your hand, And in their number the true admirer of your virtue, My Lord is honourable. A slight jewel Madam. I am his servant. Nay faith my Lord is right, I ha' not met The colonel since you know when. You ha' more reason to remember. I would be so bold to ask you a question. In the mean time give me leave, we are none But friends, I know y'are valiant. No, no, you do not know't, but I know myself. That's more. But will you answer me? why did not you strike him again? That might ha' caused blood. Y'are i'th' right. You did not fear him. But blood are not a like, terms were not even, If I had killed him there had been an end. Of him. Right Madam, but if he had wounded me, He might ha' killed, heaven knows how many. Strange? D''ee not conceive it? so many drops of mine, So many gentlemen, nay more, who knows Which of these might ha' been a Knight, a Lord. Perhaps a Prince. Princes came from the blood, And should I hazard such a severation Against a single life, 'tis not I fear To fight with him by these hills, but what wise gamester Will venture a hundred pound to a flawed six pence? Madam, the colonel. And he were ten coronels, I'll not endure his company, Sweet Lady, you and I'll retire. And were less honourable. He should not seek me then. He should rather hardly find you, I'm your servant. I was wishing for you sir, Your judgement of these Diamonds. The stones are pretty. They were a lord's, sent me for a token, You cannot choose but know him, the Lord Loveall. So, so, so, I am like to speed. Is not he a pretty gentleman? And you are sure he's honest? As Lords go now adays that are In fashion; But cry you mercy, you ha' put me in mind, I did propound a business to you sir. And I came prepared to answer you. 'tis very well, I'll call one to be a witness. That was not I remember in our Covenant, You sha'not need. I'll fetch you a book to swore by. Let it be Venus and Adonis then, Or Ovid's wanton elegies, Aristotle's Problems, Guy of Warwick, or Sr. Beavis, Or if there be a Play Book you Love better, I'll take my oath upon your Epilogue. Y'are very merry, well, swear how you please. In good time, You do expect now I should swear I'm honest? Yes sir, and 'tis no hard condition, If you reflect upon my promise.
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I am sorry any gentleman that has relation to me should Be so forgetfull of your honor, & his own, but though he have Forfited opinion, let me continue innocent in your thoughts? I have sent you a small jewell to expiate my offence for Commending him, I expect your Ladiship at the Ball, Where you shall make many happie to kisse your hand, And in their number the true admirer of your vertue, My Lord is honourable. A slight jewell Madam. I am his servant. Nay faith my Lord is right, I ha not met The Coronell since you know when. You ha more reason to remember. I would be so bold to aske you a question. In the meane time give me leave, we are none But friends, I know y'are valliant. No, no, you doe not know't, but I know my selfe. Thats more. But will you answer me? why did not you strike him agen? That might ha caus'd blood. Y'are ith right. You did not feare him. But blood are not a like, termes were not even, If I had kill'd him there had beene an end. Of him. Right Madam, but if he had wounded me, He might ha kill'd, heaven knowes how many. Strange? D'ee not conceive it? so many drops of mine, So many gentlemen, nay more, who knowes Which of these might ha beene a Knight, a Lord. Perhaps a Prince. Princes came from the blood, And should I hazard such a severation Against a single life, tis not I feare To fight with him by these hills, but what wise gamester Will venture a hundred pound to a flaw'd sixe pence? Madam, the Coronell. And he were ten Coronells, Ile not endure his company▪ Sweete Lady, you and Ile retire. And were lesse honourable. He should not seeke me then. He should rather hardly find you, Ime your servant. I was wishing for you sir, Your judgement of these Diamonds. The stones are pretty. They were a Lords, sent me for a token, You cannot chuse but know him, the Lord Loveall. So, so, so, I am like to speede. Is not he a pretty gentleman? And you are sure hee's honest? As Lords goe now adayes that are In fashion; But cry you mercy, you ha put me in minde, I did propound a businesse to you sir. And I came prepar'd to answer you. Tis very well, Ile call one to be a witnesse. That was not I remember in our Covenant, You shannot neede. Ile fetch you a booke to sware by▪ Let it be Venus and Adonis then, Or Ovids wanton Elieges, Aristotles Problemes, Guy of Warwicke, or Sr. Beavis, Or if there be a Play Booke you Love bettter, Ile take my oath upon your Epilogue. Y'are very merry, well, sweare how you please. In good time, You doe expect now I should sweare Ime honest? Yes sir, and tis no hard condition, If you reflect upon my promise.