Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Nov 14] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.84 · 493 words
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That title Will be above all honours the Duke can Let fall upon me, that I have been wild I must with shame remember, but my study Of after life to her and all the world I hope shall purchase thee a better name. You will not leave us this morning? I shall return, excuse me a few minutes. Do what you please▪ but if it be a business You may dispense with It concerns my honour, but nothing shall Detain me long; all places are but darkness Without thy eyes, I'll visit 'em' again How soon? You shall scarce think me absent We must expect you then. May the day shine bright upon thee And all the blessings of it wait on you Signior you are most welcome, I entreat you To call my girl your daughter My son has made this choice I hear, I'll Call her any thing I shall express my duty sir, in all things But where's Hippolito— a buxom thing. Sir please you retire, he is new departed Whither? a musical lip. Nay we did not examine his affair But we expect his quick return willt please you sir. I should be pleased with such another,— a light wench And a yare, I'll attend you Lady. Be just Milena to me, and endear My love for ever Madam you know my faith I promised to meet Hippolito this morning in the grove Behind the Palace, to confer about Some business that concerns, thou shalt presently Excuse my travel and entreat him hither, He and my husband lately had some difference I know not why, in this convenient absence Of Bellament he securely may Speak with me here, yet I'll not willingly Have him come hither by the public way, The Garden door shall be left open for him And a clear passage to this Chamber Madam I understand, Prevail with him to come, tell him all's safe I'll swear it Madam to do you service But use all haste. Which way shall I begin, I shall want art I fear to win upon him, oh for some High, and prevailing oratory to Express what my heart labours with I could Accuse my unkind destiny, declaim Against the power of love, rail at the charms Of language and proportion, that betray us To hasty sorrow, and too late repentance, But breath is this way lost, wounds that are made Require a balsam, and not empty curses To state our body, should the Mariner When a storm meets him, throw away his Card Neglect himself and vessel; and lie down Cursing the winds and tempest? If he come As but to doubt doth make me miserable The genius of love assist my passion, I must deliver something that doth make My poor heart swell, and will if I conceal it Like fire locked up in a thick cloud destroy The prison that contains: she's returned Already. What says Hippolito?
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That title Will be aboue all honors the Duke can Let fall upon me, that I have beene wild I must with shame remember, but my study Of after life to her and all the world I hope shall purchase thee a better name. You will not leave us this morning? I shall returne, excuse me a few minutes. Do what you please▪ but if it be a businesse You may dispence with It concernes my honor, but nothing shall Detaine me long; all places are but darkenesse Without thy eies, Ile visit em' agen How soone? You shall scarce thinke me absent We must expect you then. May the day shine bright upon thee And all the blessings of it waite on you Signior you are most welcome, I entreat you To call my girle your daughter My sonne has made this choise I heare, Ile Call her any thing I shall expresse my duty sir, in all things But wheres Hippolito—a buxome thing. Sir please you retire, he is new departed Whither? a musical lip. Nay we did not examine his affaire But we expect his quicke returne Wilt please you sir. I should be pleasd with such another,—a light wench And a yare, Ile attend you Lady. Be just Milena to me, and endeere My love for ever Madam you know my faith I promist to meet Hippolito this morning in the groue Behind the Pallace, to conferre about Some businesse that concernes, thou shat presently Excuse my travell and intreate him hither, He and my husband lately had some difference I know not why, in this convenient absence Of Bellamente he securely may Speake with me here, yet Ile not willingly Have him come hither by the publick way, The Garden doore shall be left open for him And a cleare passage to this Chamber Madam I understand, Prevaile with him to come, tell him all's safe Ile sweare it Madam to do you service But use all hast. Which way shall I beginne, I shall want art I feare to winne upon him, oh for some High, and prevailing oratory to Expresse what my heart labours with I could Accuse my unkind desteny, declame Against the power of love, raile at the charmes Of language and proportion, that betray us To hasty sorrow, and too late repentance, But breath is this way lost, wounds that are made Require a balsome, and not empty curses To state our body, should the Marriner When a storme meetes him, throw away his Card Neglect himselfe and vessell; and ly downe Cursing the winds and tempest? If he come As but to doubt doth make me miserable The genius of love assist my passion, I must deliver something that doth make My poore heart swell, and will if I conceale it Like fire lockd up in a thick cloud destroy The prison that containes: shee's returnd Already. What sayes Hippolito?