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 T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 512 words
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'tis a strange turn. The whirligigs of women. Your grace's servant. I am yours Gentlemen, And should be happy to deserve your loves. Now he can flatter. Int sir, to enlarge your sufferings, I have A heart doth wish The Queen had known better to reward Your love and merit. If you would express Your love to me; pray do not mention it, I must obey my fate. She will be married To t'other Gentleman for certain then? I hope you'll wish 'em joy. Indeed I will sir. Your grace's servant. We are grown Ridiculous, the pastime of the Court: Here comes another. Where's your son my Lord? Like a neglected servaut of his Mistress. I would ask him a question. What? Whether the Queen As 'tis reported, loved him, he can tell Whether she promised what they talk of, marriage, I can resolve you that sir. She did promise? Yes. Then she's a woman, and your son; What? Not worthy his blood, and expectation, If he be calm. There's no opposing destiny. I would cut the throat. Whose throat? The destinies, that's all your pardon sir, I am Seleucus still, a poor shadow Oth' world, a walking picture, it concerns Not me, I am forgotten by my stars. The Queen with more discretion might ha' chosen Thee. Whom? Thee Seleucus. Me? I cannot dance, and frisk with due activity, My body is lead, I have too much phlegm, what should I do with a kingdom? no Arcadius Becomes the cushion, and can please, yet setting Aside the trick that Ladies of blood look at, Another man might make a shift to wear Rich clothes, sit in the chair of state, and nod, Dare venture on discourse, that does not trench On compliment, and think the study of arms And arts, more commendable in a Gentleman Than any galliard. Arcadius, And you were reconciled. We? yes, oh yes, But 'tis not manners now to say we are friends, At our equality there had been reason, But now, subjection is the word. They are not Yet married. make no oath upon't, My Lord Lysimachus, A word. you'll not be angry if I love you, May not a bachelor be made a cuckold? How sir? Lysimachus, this Gentleman Is worth our embrace, he's spirited, And may be useful. Hark you, can you tell Where's the best Dancing-master? and you mean To rise at Court, practise to caper, farewell The noble science, that makes work for cutlers, It will be out of fashion to wear swords, Masques, and devices welcome, I salute you. Is it not pity any division Should be heard out of music? Oh 'twill be An excellent age of crotchets; and of Canters. Buy captains that like fools will spend your blood Out of your Country, you will be of less Use than your feathers, if you return unmanned You shall be beaten soon to a new march, When you shall think it a discretion To sell your glorious buffs to buy fine pumps, And pantofles, this is I hope no treason.
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Tis a strange turne. The whirligigs of women. Your graces servant. I am yours Gentlemen, And should be happy to deserve your loves. Now he can flatter. In't sir, to inlarge your sufferings, J have A heart doth wish The Queene had knowne better to reward Your love and merit. If you would expresse Your love to me; pray doe not mention it, I must obey my fate. She will be marryed To tother Gentleman for certaine then? I hope youle wish em joy. Indeed I will sir. Your graces servant. We are growne Ridiculous, the pastime of the Court: Here comes another. Wheres your sonne my Lord? Like a neglected servaut of his Mistresse. I would aske him a question. What? Whether the Queene As tis reported, lov'd him, he can tell Whether she promist what they talke of, marriage, I can resolve you that sir. She did promise? Yes. Then shees a woman, and your sonne; What? Not worthy his blood, and expectation, If he be calme. Thres no opposing destiny. I would cut the throate. Whose throate? The destinies, that's all your pardon sir, I am Seleucus still, a poore shaddow Oth' world, a walking picture, it concernes Not me, I am forgotten by my starres. The Queene with more discretion might ha chosen Thee. Whom? Thee Seleucus. Me? I cannot dance, and frike with due activity, My body is led, I have too much phleame, what should I doe with a Kingdome? no Arcadius Becomes the cushion, and can please, yet setting Aside the tricke that Ladies of blood looke at, Another man might mae a shift to weare Rich cloathes, sit in the chare of state, and nod, Dare venture on discourse, that does not trench On complement, and thinke the study of armes And arts, more commendable in a Gentleman Than any galliard. Arcadius, And you were reconcil'd. We? yes, oh yes, But tis not manners now to say we are friends, At our equality there had beene reason, But now, subjection is the word. They are not Yet marryed. make no oath upont, My Lord Lisimachus, A word. youe not be angry if I love you, May not a batchellor be made a cuckold? How sir? Lisimachus, this Is worth our embrace, hees spiritted, And may be usefull. Harke you, can you tell Where's the best Dancing-master? and you meane To rise at Court, practise to caper, farewell The noble science, that makes worke for cutlers, It will be out of fashion to weare swords, Masques, and devices welcome, I salute you. Is it not pitty any division Should be heard ou of Musicke? Oh twill be An excellent age of crotchets; and of Canters. Buy Captaines that like fooles will spend your blood Out of your Country, you will be of lesse Vse then your feathers, if you returne unman'd You shall be beaten soone to a new march, When you shall thinke it a discretion To sell your glorious buffes to buy fine pumps, And pantables, this is I hope no treason.