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 T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 489 words
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Your virginity a good word to save an oath, for all she made me a curtsy, it was not good manners to leave me so soon' you're very welcome by my virginity; was she afraid of breaking, it may be she is cracked already, but here she is again. May I beg your name sir? No beggar sweet, would you have it at length, than My name is Signior Baltazaro Clere Mautado, But for brevity's sake they call me Diego. Then Signior Diego once more you are welcome. Bazelez manes Signiora, and what my tongue is not able to express, my head shall; it seems you have lived long a Virgin. Not above seven or eight and thirty years. By Lady a tried Virgin, you have given the world A large testimony of your virginity. I should be thus a disobedient daughter A Father's Hests are sacred. But in love They have no power, it is but tyranny, Plain usurpation to command the mind Against its own election; I am yours, Vowed yours for ever, send me not away Shipwrecked i'th' harbour, say but you can love me, And I will wait an age, not wish to move But by commission from you, to whom I render the possession of myself: Ha? we are betrayed, I must use cunning, She lives in you, and take not in worse sense; You are more gracious, in that you are So like your eldest sister, in whom lives The copy of so much perfection, All other seem to imitate. Does he not praise me now? But here she is, Madam, not finding you i'th' garden, I met this Lady. I came to tell you A servant of yours attends with letters from Your sister Madonna Castabella. Diego what news? Sir, my Lady remembers her love, these letters inform you the state of all things. What serious conference had you sister with that Gentleman. Would you had heard them sister, they concerned your Commendations. Why should he not deliver them to myself. It may be then You would have thought he flattered. I like not this rebound, 'tis fairest to catch at fall. Sister, I hope You have no suspicion, I have courted His stay or language on my life no accent Fell from me, your own ear would not have heard With acceptation. It may be so, and yet I dare acquit you, In duty to a Father, you would wish me All due respect, I know it. Diego. Sir. You observe the waiting creatures in the black, Hark, you apprehend me. With as much tenacity as a servant. I hope sir, now we shall enjoy you longer. The gods would sooner be sick with Nectar, than Antoni Antonio Grow weary of such fair society; But I am at home expected, a poor sister, My father's care alive, and dying was His Legacy, having outstaid my time Is tender of my absence.
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Your virginitie a good word to save an oath, for all she made me a curs e, it was not good manners to leave mee so soone 'yare very welcome by my virginity; was she afraid of breaking, it may be she is crack'd already, but here she is againe. May I begge your name sir? No begger sweet, would you have it at length, then My name is Signior Baltazaro Clere Mautado, But for brevities sake they call me Diego. Then Signior Diego once more you are welcome . Bazelez manes Signiora, and what my tongue is not able to expresse, my head shall; it seemes you have liv'd long a Virgin. Not above seven or eight and thirty yeares. By Lady a tried Virgin, you have given the world A large testimony of your virginity. I should be thu a disobedient daughter A Fathers Hests are sacred. But in love They have no power, it is but tyranny, Plaine usurpation to command the minde Against its owne election; I am yours, Vow'd yours for ever, send me not away Shipwrack'd ith' habour, say but you can love me, And I will waite an age, not wish to move But by commission from you, to whom I render the possession of my selfe: Ha? we are betrai'd, I must use cunning, She lives in you, and take not in worse sence; You are more gracious, in that you are So like your eldest sister, in whom lives The coppy of so much perfection, All other seemē to imitate. Does he not praise me now? But here she is, Madam, not finding you ith' garden, I met this Lady. I came to tell you A servant of yours attends with letters from Your sister Madona Castabella. Diego what newes? Sir, my Lady remembers her love, these letters informe you the state of all things. What serious conference had you sister with that Gentleman. Would you had heard them sister, they concern'd your Commendations. Why should he not deliver them to my selfe. It may be then You would have thought he flattered. I like not this rebound, Tis fairest to catch at fall. Sister, I hope You have no suspition, I have courted His stay or language on my life no accent Fell from me, your owne eare would not have heard With acceptation. It may be so, and yet I dare acquit you, In duty to a Father, you would wish me All due respect, I know it. Diego. Sir. You observe the waiting creatures in the blacke, Harke, you apprehend me. With as much tenacity as a servant. I hope sir, now we shall enjoy you longe ▪ The gods would sonner be sicke with Nectar, than Antoni Crow weary of such faire societie; But I am at home expected, a poore sister, My fathers care alive, and dying was His Legacy, having out-staid my time Is tender of my absence.