Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1626 [licensed for stage, Feb 9] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 514 words
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Give your observance then, I know their business; Catalina and Berinthia are the stars Direct them hither, Gaspar's house shall give Respect to all, but they are two such jewels, I must dispose maturely, I should else Return ingratitude upon the heavens For leaving me such pledges, not am I, Like other fathers carried with the stream Of love tooth youngest, as they were in birth They had my tenderness, Catalina then Is eldest in my care, Berinthia Her child's part too, both fair and virtuous; But daughters are held losses to a family, Sons only to maintain honour and stem Alive in their posterity, and I now think on't, My son Sebastiano hath been slow In his return from Lisbon, oh that boy Renews my age with hope, and hath returned My care in education, weight for weight With noble quality, will beloved byth' best O the Dons in Spain and Portugal, whose loves Do often threaten his absence to such length As this hath been. But Here's my eldest daughter With her amorous Count, I'll not be seen, You have been absent long my noble Count, beshrew me but I dreamed on you last night. Ha ha, did you so, I tickle her in her sleep I perceive; Sweet Lady I did but like the valiant beast, Give a little ground, to return with a greater of love, now by my father's sword And gauntlet thart a precious piece of virtue, But prithee what didst dream of me last night? Nay 'twas an idle dream, not worth the repetition, Thou dreamest I warrant thee, that I was fighting For thee up to the knees in blood, why I dare do't, Such dreams are common with Count de monte Nigro, my sleeps are nothing else but rehearsals of Battles and wounds and ambuscadoes, Donzell Delphebo Was a Mountebank of valour, Rosicbeere a puff; My dreams deserve to be i'th' Chronicles, Why, now my dream is out, What? I dreamed that you were fighting. So. And that in single combat, for my sake You slew a giant, and you no sooner had Rescued my honour, but there crept a pigmy Out of the earth, and killed you. Very likely, the valliantst man must die, What by a pigmy? ay, that's another giant, I remember Hercules Had a conflict with'em, oh my Dona Catalina I well would I were so happy once to Maintain some honourable duel for thy sake, I shall ne'er be well, till I have killed somebody; fight, 'tis true I have never yet fleshed myself in blood, nobody Would quarrel with me, but I find my spirit prompt If occasion would but wink at me, why not? wherefore has Nature given me these brawny arms, this manly bulk, And these Colossian supporters nothing but to sling The sledge, or pitch the bare, and play with Axletrees; if thou lovest me, do but command me Some worthy service; pox a dangers I weigh 'em no More than flea-bitings, would somebody did hate that Face, now I wish it with all my heart.
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Give your observance then, I know their businesse; Catalina and Berinthia are the starrs Direct them hither, Gaspars house shall give Respect to all, but they are two such Iewels, I must dispose maturely, I should else Returne ingratitude upon the heavens For leaving me such pledges, not am I, Like other fathers carried with the streame Of love toth youngest, as they were in birth They had my tendernesse, Catalina then Is eldest in my care, Berinthia Her childs part too, both faire and vertuous; But daughters are held losses to a family, Sonnes onely to maintaine honour and stemme Alive in their posterity, and I now thinke on't, My sonne Sebastiano hath beene slow In his returne from Lisbone, oh that boy Renewes my age with hope, and hath returnd My care in educa ion, weight for weight With noble ai ty, will belov'd th best O h Dons in Spaine and Portugall, whole loves Do often threten his absence to such length As hath beene. eres my eldest daughter With her amorous Count, Ile not be seene, You have beene absent long my noble Count, eshrew me but I dreamt on you last night. Ha ha, did you so, I tickle her in her sleep I perceive; Sweete Lady I did but like the valiant beast, Give a little ground, to returne with a greater , now by my fathers sword And gauntlet thart a pretio s peece of vertue, But p ethee what didst dreame of me last night? Nay twas an idle dreame, not worth the repitition, Thou dreamst I warrant thee, that I was fighting For thee up to the knee in blood, why I dare doo't, Such dreames are common with Count de monte Nigro, my sleepes are nothing else but rehearsals of Battels and wounds and ambuscadoes, Donzell Delphebo Was of vallour, R sicbeere a pu fe; My dreames deserve to be ith Chronicles, Why, now my dreame is out, What? I dreamt that you were ighting. So. And that in single combate, for my sake You slew a giant, and you no sooner had Re cued my honour, but there crept a pigmee Out of the earth, and kild you. Very likely, the valliantst man must dye, What by a pigmee? I, thats another giant, I remember Hercules Had a conflict with'em, oh my Dona atalina I well would I were so happy once to Maintaine some honourable duell for thy sake, I shall Nere be well, till I have kild some body; fight, tis true I have never yet flesht my selfe in blood▪ no body Would quarell with me, but I fi de my spiri prompt If occasion would but winke at me, why not has Nature given me these brawny armes, this manly bulke, And these Collossian supporters nothing but to ling The sledge, or pitch the bare, and play with Ax etrees; if thou lovest me, do but command me Some worthy service; pox a dangers I weigh 'em More than fleabitings, would some body did hate that Face, now I wish it with all my heart.