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 · 478 words
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Dear Madam do not mock me. there is no injury like that to love, I find it now in my own sufferings, But though I would have robbed thee of Arcadius' Heaven knew a way to reconcile your hearts, And punished me in those joys you have found, I read the story of my loss of honour, Yet can rejoice, and hearty, that you Have met your own again. Whom do you mean? My brother. He is found to himself and honour, He is my King, and though I must acknowledge He was the glory of my thoughts, and I Loved him as you did Madam, with desire To be made his, reason, and duty since, Formed me to other knowledge, and I now Look on him without any wish of more Then to be called his subject. Has he made Himself less capable by being King. Of what? Of your affection. With your pardon Madam. Love in that sense you mean, lest Polidora When he forsook Arcadius, I disclaim All ties between us, more than what a name Of King must challenge from my obedience. This does confirm my jealousy, my heart, For my sake Madam, has he lost his value? Let me beseech your grace, I may have leave To answer in some other cause, or person, This argument but opens a sad wound To make it bleed a fresh, we may change this Discourse, I would elect some subject, whose Praises may more delight your care then this Can mine; let's talk of young Lysimachus. Ha'? my presaging fears. How does your grace? Well, you were talking of Lysimachus, Pray give me your opinion of him. Mine? It will be much short of his worth, I think him A gentleman so perfect in all goodness, That if there be one in the world deserves The best of women, heaven created him, To make her happy. You have in a little, Madam, Expressed a Volume of mankind, a miracle, But all have not the same degree of faith, He is but young. What mistress would desire Her servant old? he has both Spring to please Her eye, and Summer to return a harvest. He is black. He sets a beauty off more rich, And she that's fair will love him, faint complexions Betray effeminate minds, and love of change, Two beauties in a bed, compound few men, He's not so fair to counterfeit a woman, Nor yet so black, but blushes may betray His modesty. His proportion exceeds not. That praises him, and well compacted frame Speaks temper, and sweet flow of elements, Vast buildings are more off for show then use, I would not have my eyes put to the travel Of many acres, ere I could examine A man from head to foot, he has no great, But he may boast, an eligant composition.
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Deere Madam doe not mocke me. there is no injury like that to love, I finde it now in my owne sufferings, But though I would have rob'd thee of Arcadius Heaven knew a way to reconcile your hearts, And punishd me in those joyes you have found, I read the story of my losse of honour, Yet can rejoyce, and heartily, that you Have met your owne agen. Whom doe you meane? My brother. He is found to himselfe and honour, He is my King, and though I must acknowledge He was the glory of my thoughts, and I Lov'd him as you did Madam, with desire To be made his, reason, and duty since, Form'd me to other knowledge, and I now Looke on him without any wish of more Then to be call'd his subject. Has he made Himselfe lesse capable by being King. Of what? Of your affection. With your pardon Madam. Love in that sense you meane, lest Polidora When he forsooke Arcadius, I disclaime All tyes betweene us, more then what a name Of King must challenge from my obedience. This does confirme my jealousie, my heart, For my sake Madam, has h lost his value? Let me beseech your grace, I may have leave To answer in some other cause, or person, This argument but opens a sad wound To make it bleed a frsh, we may change this Discourse, I would elect some subject, whose Prayses may more delight your care then this Can mine; let's talke of young Lisimachus. Ha? my presaging fears. How does you grace? Well, you were talking of Lisimachus, Pray give me your opinion of him. Mine? It will be much short of his worth, J thinke him A gentleman so perfect in all goodnesse, That if there be one in the world deserves The best of women, heaven created him, To make her happy. You have in a little, Madam, Exprest a Volume of mankind, a miracle, But all have not the same degree of faith, He is but young. What mistresse would desire Her servant old? he has both Spring to please Her eye, and Summer to returne a harvest. He is blacke. He sets a beauty off more rich, And she thats faire will love him, faint complections Betray effeminate mindes, and love of change, Two beauties in a bed, compound few men, He's not so faire to counterfeit a woman, Nor yet so blacke, but blushes may betray His modesty. His proportion exceeds not. That praises him, and well compacted frame Speakes temper, and sweet flow of elements, Vast buildings are more of for shew then use, I would not have my eyes put to the travell Of many acres, ere I could examine A man from head to foote, he has no great, But he may boast, an eligant composition.