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 T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 487 words
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I'll stay no longer, sir a word with you, are you desperate? Desperate, why sit? I ask and you be desperate, are you weary of your Life, and you be, say but the word; somebody can tell How to dispatch you without a physician, at a minute's warning. You are the noble Count de monte Nigro. I care not a Spanish fig what you count me, I must Call you to account sir; in brief the Lady Dona Catalina is my mistris, I do not meane to be bass ed While this tool has any steel in't, and I have some metal in myself too. The Dona Catalina? do you love her? She is a Lady in whom only lives Natures and art's perfection, borne to shame All former beauties, and to be the wonder Of all succeeding, which shall fade and wither When she is but remembered. I can endure no more, Diablo, he is mortally in love With Catalina. 'tis so, he's ta'en with Catalina's beauty. Sir I am a servant of that Lady, therefore eat up Your words, or you shall be sensible that I am Count De monte Nigro, and she's no dish for Don Antonio. Sir I will do you right. Or I will right myself. He did direct those praises unto me This doth confirm it. He cannot so soon alter, I shall discover a passion through my eyen. Thou showest thyself a noble Gentleman, the Count is now thy friend. Does it become me sir, to prosecute Where such a noble Count is interessed, Upon my soul I wish the Lady yours, Here my suit falls, with tender of my service; Would you were married, nay in bed together My honourable Count. Your face is cloudy sir, as you suspected Your presence were not welcome; had you nought But title of a brother's friendship, it were Enough to oblige us to you, but your worth In Catalina's eyes, bids me proclaim you A double acceptation. Oh you are bounteous Lady. Sir— Do not fear me, I am not worthy your opinion, It shall be happiness for me to kiss This Ivory hand, The whilst I kiss her lip and be immortal. Antonio my father is a rock, In that he first resolved, and I account it part of my Own unhappiness, I hope you hold me not suspected, I were unworthy such a friend, his care Becomes him nobly; has not yonder Count Some hope of Catalina. My father thinks that sister worthy of More than a bare Nobility. I'll back to Eluas noble sir, This entertainment is so much above Antonio's merit, if I leave you not I shall be out of hope to— Nay then you mock me sir, you must not leave me Without discourtesy so soon, we trifle time, This night you are my guest, my honoured Count, My Don Valasco. Yes my Lord, we'll follow.
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Ile stay no longer, sir a word with you, are you desperat? Desperate, why sit? I aske and you be desperate, are you weary of your Life, and you be, say but the word; some body can tell How to dispatch you without a physitian, at a minuits warning. You are thē noble Count de monte Nigro. I care not a Spanish fig what you count me, I must Call you to account sir; in briefe the Lady Dona Catalina is my mistris, I do not meane to be bass ed While this toole has any steele in't, and I have some Mettall in my selfe too. The Dona Catalina? do you love her? She is a Lady in whom onely lives Natures and Arts perfection, borne to shame All former beauties, and to be the wonder Of all succeeding, which shall fade and wither When she is but remembred. I can endure no more, Diablo, he is mortally in love With Catalina. Tis so, he's tane with Catalinaes beautie. Sir I am a servant of that Lady, therefore eate up Your words, or you shall be sensible that I am Coun De monte Nigro, and she's no dish for Don Antonio. Sir I will do you right. Or I will right my selfe. He did direct those prayses unto me This doth confirme it. He cannot so soone alter, I shall discover a passion through my eyē ▪ Thou shewest thy selfe a noble Gentleman, the Count is now thy friend. Does it become me sir, to prosecute Where such a noble Count is interessed, Vpon my soule I wish the Lady yours, Here my suite fals, with tender of my servicē; Would you were married, nay in bed together My honourable Count. Your face is cloudy sir, as you suspected Your presence were not welcome; had you naught But title of a brothers friendship, it were Enough to oblige us to you, but your worth In Catalinaes eies, bids me proclaime you A double acceptation. Oh you are bounteous Ladie. Sir— Doe not feare me, I am not worthie your opinion, It shall be happinesse for me to kisse This Ivory hand, The whilst I kisse her lip and be immotall. Antonio my father is a rocke, In that he first resolved, and I account it part of my Owne unhappinesse, I hope you hold me not suspected, I were unworthy such a friend, his care Becomes him nobly; has not younder Count Some hope of Catalina. My father thinkes that sister worthy of More than a bare Nobility. Ile backe to Eluas noble sir, This entertainement is so much above Antonio merit, if I leave you not I shall be out of hope to — Nay then you mocke me sir, you must not leave me Without discourtesie so soone, we trissle time, This night you are my guest, my honored Count, My Don Val sco. Yes my Lord, wee'le follow.