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 · 500 words
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But I cannot desist, I am in love with every thing you say, This your denial as it comes from you Bids me still love you, pardon fair Berinthia, Valasco hath not power to rule himself; Be you less fair, or virtuous, perhaps I may abate my service. Old Gaspar's house is honoured by such guests, Now by the tomb of my progenitors, I envied, that your fame should visit me So oft without your person, Sebestiano Hath been long happy in your noble friendship, And cannot but improve himself in virtues, That lives so near your love. Don Antonio de Riviero. The same. With whose noble worth You oft have filled discourse, thought yourself happy In his choice friendship; if his body carry So many graces, it is heaven within, Where his soul is. Sebastiano, thou hast largely recompensed Thy tedious absence, you shall dishonour me, Unless you think yourself as welcome here, As at your Eluas Castle, Vilarezo Was once as you are sprightly, and though I say it Maintained my father's reputation, And honour of our house with actions Worthy our name and family, but now, Time hath let fall cold snow upon my hairs, Ploughed on my brows the furrows of his anger Disfurnished me of active blood, and wrapped me Half in my sere cloth, yet I have mind That bids me honour virtue, where I see it Bud forth and spring so hopefully, You speak all nobleness, and encourage me To spend the greenness of my rising years So to th'advantage, that at last I may Be old like you. Daughters speak his welcome, Catalina. Sir, you are most welcome. how's that? she says he is most welcome, he were Not best love her, she never made me such a reverence For all the kisses I have bestowed upon her since I first opened my affection, I do not like this Fellow, I must be fair to use doctor Sharkin's cunning, were not truly noble to affront him; My blood boils in me, it shall I cool again, The place is venerable by her presence, And I may be deceived, Valasco then Keep distance with thy fears. How now Antonio, where hast thou lost thyself? Struck dead with lady's eyes? I could star-gaze For ever thus, oh pardon love, 'gainst whom I often have profaned, and mocked thy fires, Thy flames now punish me, let me collect: They are both excellent creatures, there is A Majesty in Catalina's eye, and every part carries ambition Or Queene upon it, yet B rinthi s Hath something more than all this praise, though she Command the world, this hath more power o'er me; Here I have lost my freedom, not the Queen Of love could thus have wounded poor Antonio: I'll speak to her; Lady I'm an Novice, yet in love. It may be so. She jests at me, yet I should be proud to be Your servant. I entertain no servants that are proud. Divine Berinthia!
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But I cannot desist, I am in love with every thing you say, This your deniall as it comes from you Bids me still love you, pardon faire Berinthia, Valasco hath not power to rule himselfe; Be you lesse faire, or vertuous, perhaps I may abate my service. Old Gaspars house is honourd by such guests, Now by the tombe of my progenitors, I envied, that your fame should visit me So oft without your person, Sebestiano Hath beene long happy in your noble friendship, And cannot but improve himselfe in vertues, That lives so neere your love. Don Antonio de Riviero. The same. With whose noble worth You oft have fill'd discourse, thought your selfe happy In his choyce friendship; if his body cary So many graces, it is heaven within, Where his soule is. Sebastiano, thou hast largely recompene'd Thy tedious absence, you shall dishonour me, Vnlesse you thinke your selfe as welcome here, As at your Eluas Castle, Vilarezo Was once as you are sprightly, and though I say it Maintained my fathers reputation, And honour of our house with actions Worthy our name and family, but now, Time hath let fall cold snow upon my haires, Ploughed on my browes the furrowes of his anger Disfurnishd me of active blood, and wrapt me Halfe in my seare cloth, yet I have minde That bids me honour vertue, where I see it Bud forth and spring so hopefully, You speake all noblenesse, and encourage me To spend the gre nenesse of my rising yeares So to , that at last I may Be old like you. Daughters speake his welcome, Catalina. Sir, you are most welcome. she sayes he is most welcome, he were Not best love her, she never made me such a reverence For all the kisses I have bestowed upon her since I first opened my affection, I do not like this Follow, I mus be faire to use doctor Sharkins cunning, I we e not truely noble to affront him; My blood boyles in me, it shall I coole againe, The place venerable by her presence, And I may be deceiv'd, Valasco then Keepe with thy feares. How now Antonio, where hast thou loft thy selfe? Strucke dead with Ladies eyes? I could star-gaze For ever thus, oh pardon love, gainst whom I often have prophan'd, and mockd thy fires, Thy flames now punish me, let me collect: They are both excellent creatures, there is A Majestie in Catalin s eye, and every part carries ambition Or Queene upon it, yet B rinthi s something more than all this praise, though she Command the world, this hath more power ore me▪ Here I have lost my freedome, not the Queene could thus have wounded poore Antonio' speake to her; Lady I'm an Novice, in love. It may be so. She ests at me, yet I should be proud to be Your servant. I entertaine no servants that are proud. Divine Berinthia!