Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Nov 14] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 496 words
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Pray do not mock, if you knew how much, Delight heaven takes to hear you speak so well To the distressed Eubella. By this lip If my profane touch make thee not offended There is no good I will not act, nor ill I will not suffer to deserve thy love But I am miserable and cannot merit I have not been at home these many years Yet I will call my conscience to account For all, and throw myself upon heaven's charity, Why dost thou weep? My joy can wear no other livery Than tears, and confident all this is truth I cannot keep it in, you shall dispose Eubella's heart. Then here I take it in To my possession villain Strumpet Sir, here are none such I can assure your highness Is this your faith to me? I never did you. True service till this minute, and I dare Now tell you, though you cut my head off, 'tis Not justice to pursue the ruin of A harmless maid Traitor Call me some Name, I understand my Lord This virgin now is mine. Your whore This cannot make me yet forget your person Sir I beseech you. By my Dukedom The more you vex the more we grow together In honour and chaste love You speak as if You were to be her husband, 'tis a title a prince should be ambitious of. Very fine Do you consent too, to be called his wife? If he dare make me such there is no second My heart affects. Is't come to this? then hear what I determine Sir consider I have considered do not interrupt me Too morrow if I live I'll see you both Married, thou excellent maid forgive my passion, Accept him freely, thou hast overcome With chastity, and taught me to be a prince Which character, my lust had near defaced Release Sebastian. What duty can poor Eubella pay? No more, good deeds reward themselves, how have we slept. This exceeds all your favours Cherish my gift Hippolito, she is a wife for the best prince, no honour can be enough to satisfy thy virtue. Here's a strange whirl, I do not like it, if the Duke continue this mind, we must all be honest. Who can help it? Save you Signior is my son here? He was here very lately, too late You do not answer as you were wont, I ask for Hippolito, your friend, And did not I answer you? Cry you mercy Signior, indeed he is not here How is it with your beauteous Clariana? she's well Pray commend my service to her What said ye? Nothing but my service to your Lady Oh I thank you, pray stay, and tell me how I look. Look? They will persuade me within I am not well I must confess there is some cause of melancholy Within me. I guest so at first sight, may I presume to ask it?
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Pray do not mocke, if you knew how much, Delight heaven takes to heare you speake so well To the distressed Eubella. By this lip If my profane touch make thee not offended There is no good I will not act, nor ill I will not suffer to deserue thy love But I am miserable and cannot merit I have not beene at home these many yeeres Yet I will call my conscience to account For all, and throw my selfe upon heavens charity, Why dost thou weepe? My ioy can weare no other livery Then teares, and confident all this is truth I cannot keepe it in, you shall dispose Eubellas heart. Then here I take it in To my possession Vilaine Strumpet Sir, here are none such I can assure your highnesse Is this your faith to me? I never did you. True service till this minute, and I dare Now tell you, though you cut my head off, tis Not justice to pursue the ruine of A harmelesse maid Traytor Call me some Name, I understand my Lord This virgin now is mine. Your whoore This cannot make me yet forget your person Sir I beseech you. By my Dukedome The more you vex the more we grow together In honor and chast love You speake as if You were to be her husband, Tis a title a prince should be ambitious of. Very fine Do you consent too, to be cald his wife? If he dare make me such there is no second My heart affects. Ist come to this? then heare what I determine Sir consider I have considered do not interrupt me Too morrow if I live Ile see you both Married, thou excellent maide forgive my passion, Accept him freely, thou hast overcome With chastity, and taught me to be a prince Which character, my lust had neere defac'd Release Sebastian. What dutie can poore Eubella pay? No more, good deeds reward themselves, how have we slept. This exceeds all your favours▪ Cherish my gift Hippolito, she is a wife for the best prince, no honor can be enough to satisfie thy vertue. Heres a strange whirle, I do not like it, if the Duke continue this mind, we must all be honest. Who can helpe it? Save you Signior is my sonne here? He wa's here very lately, too late You do not answer as you were wont, I aske for Hippolito, your friend, And did not I answer you? Cry you mercie Signior, indeed he is not here How is it with your beauteous Clariana? Shee's well Pray commend my service to her What said yee? Nothing but my service to your Lady Oh I thanke you, pray stay, and tell me how I looke. Looke? They will perswade me within I am not well I must confesse there is some cause of melancholy Within me. I guest so at first sight, may I presume to aske it?