Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [licensed for stage, Feb 6] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 484 words
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It was an act becoming The wisdom of her Father to engage A tie between our families, and she Hath played her best discretion to allow it; But we lose time in conference, wait on her, And be what thou wert borne for, King of Epire, I must away. Success ever attend you. Is not the Queen yet coming forth? Your servant, You may command our duties, This is the Court star Philocles. The star that we must sail by. All must borrow A light from him, the young Queen directs all Her favours that way. he's a noble Gentleman And worthy of his expectations: Too good to be the son of such a Father. Peace, remember he is Lord Protector. We have more need of heaven's protection I'th' mean time, I wonder the old King Did in his life design him for the office. He might suspect his faith, I have heard when The King who was no Epirot advanced His claim, Cassander, our Protector now, Young then, opposed him toughly with his faction, But forced to yield had fair conditions, And was declared by the whole state next heir If the King wanted issue; our hopes only Thrived in this daughter. Whom but for her smiles And hope of marriage with Lasimachus, His Father by some cunning had removed E'er this. Take heed, the Arras may have ears I should not weep much if his grace would hence Remove to Heaven. I prithee what should he do there? Some Offices will fall. And the sky too, ere I get one stair higher While here in place. Lisander, Philocles, How looks the day upon us? where's the Queen? In her bedchamber. Who was with her? None but the young Lord Lysimachus. 'tis no treason If a man wish himself a Courtier Of such a possibility: he has The mounting fate. I would his Father were Mounted toth' gallows. He has a path fair enough, If he survive by title of his Father. The Queen will hasten his ascent. Would I wore Queen. Thou wod'st become rarely the petticoat, What wod'st thou do? Why, I would marry My Gentleman usher, and trust all the strength And burden of my state upon his legs, Rather than be called wife by any son Of such a Father. Come let's leave this subject, We may find more secure discourse; when saw You young Arcadius, Lord Macarius Nephew? There's a spark, a youth moulded for a favourite, The Queen might do him honour. Favourite, 'tis too cheap a name, there were a match Now for her Virgin blood. Must every man That has a handsome face or leg feed such Ambition: I confess I honour him, He has a nimble soul, and gives great hope To be no woman-hater, dances handsomely, Can court a Lady powerfully, but more goes Toth' making of a Prince? He's here andds uncle.
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It was an act becomming The wisedome of her Father to engage A tye betweene our families, and she Hath playd her best discretion to allow it; But we lose time in conference, waite on her, And be what thou wert borne for, King of Epire, I must away. Successe ever attend you. Is not the Queene yet comming forth? Your servant, You may command our duties, This is the Court starre Philocles. The starre that we must saile by. All must borrow A light from him, the young Queene directs all Her favours that way. Hees a noble Gentleman And worthy of his expectations: Too good to be the son of such a Father. Peace, remember he is Lord Protector. We have more need of Heavens protection I'th meane time, I wonder the old King Did in his life designe him for the office. He might suspect his faith, I have heard when The King who was no Epirote advanc'd His claime, Cassander, our Protector now, Young then, oppos'd him toughly with his faction, But forc'd to yeeld had faire conditions, And was declar'd by the whole state next heire If the King wanted issue; our hopes only Thriv'd in this daughter. Whom but for her smiles And hope of marriage with Lasimachus, His Father by some cunning had remov'd Ere this. Take heed, the Arras may have eares I should not weepe much if his grace would hence Remove to Heaven. I prethee what should he do there? Some Offices will fall. And the sky too, ere I get one staire higher While hee in place. Lisander, Philocles, How lookes the day upon us? where's the Queene? In her bed-chamber. Who was with her? None but the yong Lord Lisimachus. Tis no treason If a man wish himselfe a Courtier Of such a possibility: he has The mounting fate. I would his Father were Mounted toth' gallowes. He has a path faire enough, If he survive by title of his Father. The Queene will hasten his ascent. Would I wore Queene. Thou wod'st become rarely the peticote, What wod'st thou doe? Why, I wod marry My Gentleman usher, and trust all the strength And burden of my state upon his legges, Rather then be call'd wife by any sonne Of such a Father. Come lets leave this subject, We may finde more secure discourse; when saw You young Arcadius, Lord Macarius Nephew? Theres a sparke, a youth moulded for a favorite, The Queene might doe him honour. Favorite, tis too cheape a name, there were a match Now for her Virgin blood. Must every man That has a hansom face or legge feed such Ambition: I confesse I honour him, He has a nimble soule, and gives great hope To be no woman-hater, dances hansomely, Can court a Lady powerfully, but more goes Toth' making of a Prince? hees here Ands Vncle.