Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Nov 29] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.74 · 500 words
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He preferred him First to her highness. Not with expectation To be supplanted, I make question If the humour hold, whether she may not marry him, That's a round higher than her favourite: Had hope to climb. Although I honour Borgia And wish him heartily advanced, I would not Kneel to him, my voice is for Ferrara He is a Prince, I would not for my state This shod break off his treaty. Thy Ambassador To his master, he is scarce minded. Come she cannot, Fall so low, the passion is too violent To last— who are these? The Ambassador and Ursini, what's the matter? I fear some discontent. My Lord let me Prevail so far, I hope you imagine I Am firm to you, I have more cause to be Impatient, my whole strength at Court's concerned, But have more noble thoughts then to suspect You can be slighted, think 'tis but a dream In justice to your cause, and royal master Put on no face of discontent, return And see how things will close 'Tis an affront 'bove satisfaction, but the disgrace Reflects beyond my person. Had she studied Honours to his ambition, it had Not wronged her prudence, to have shown you more Respect. But I was not considerable; The young Gentleman had taken up her eyes, Her tongue, her feet, her understanding too, I might have withered in my seat, no beam, No discourse this way, but that once she was pleased To ask me how I liked the gallants dancing, I'll not disturb her revels. Yet my Lord Have so much fortitude, 'twill be a means If you return, to make her find her error To your person, were she not my Princess I should profess myself ashamed, out come Let me beseech you to go back, leave not The presence so, for your own honour Sir Observe a little more, I hope you sha'not Repent my counsel. I would ye would excuse me, I shall but vex my eyes. Expect a change. You have power with me my Lord. You honour me. What will become oh this, what think you now? They do resent it, and for aught I hear Have little hope to mend it. Can she be In love so soon, well Borgia, if this Hold, I'll applaud thy fate. For after this Allowance, he'll be Duke of Urbin tomorrow, Give thee joy bully, let me see if he Turn Prince, 'tis best for us turn beggars. beggars? Court beggars, he'll deny us nothing, Now for some witty knave to find out suits, I must keep some in pension for that purpose, They are profitable vermin, His companion. Save you Gentlemen, what d'ye mean? Why stand ye bare? In being Borgias friend It will become us. He knows no title yet, But chief secretary to her highness, what honours Are in her breast laid▪ up for him, we know not He has a mounting fate, and in his we Pronounce you happy.
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He preferd him First to her highnesse. Not with expectation To be supplanted, I make question If the humor hold, whether shee may not marry him, That's a round higher then her favorite: Had hope to climbe. Although I honour Borgia And wish him heartily advanc'd, I wod not Kneele to him, my voyce is for Ferrara He is a Prince, I wod not for my state This shod breake off his treatie. Thy Embassador his master, he is scarce minded. Come she cannot, Fall so low, the passion is too violent To last—who are these? The Embassadour and Ursini, whats the matter? I feare some discontent. My Lord let me Prevaile so farre, I hope you imagine I Am firme to you, I have more cause to be Impatient, my whole strength at Court's concernd, But have more noble thoughts then to suspect You can be flighted, thinke tis but a dreame In justice to your cause, and royall master Put on no face of discontent, returne And see how things will close 'Tis an affront Bove satisfaction, but the disgrace Reflects beyond my person. Had she studied Honours to his ambition, it had Not wrong'd her prudence, to have shewne you more Respect. But I was not considerable; The oung Gentleman had taken up her eyes, Her tongue, her feete, her understanding too, I might have witherd in my seate, no beame, No discourse this way, but that once she was pleasd To aske me how I lik'd the gallants dancing, Ile not disturbe her revels. Yet my Lord Have so much fortitude, 'twill be a meanes If you returne, to make her finde her errour To your person, were she not my Princesse I should professe my selfe asham'd, out come Let me beseech you to goe backe, leave not The presence so, for your owne honour Sir Observe a little more, I hope you shannot Repent my counsell. I wod ye wod excuse me, I shall but vex my eyes. Expect a change. You have power with me my Lord. You honour me. What will become o this, what thinke you now? They doe resent it, and for ought I heare Have little hope to mend it. Can she be In love so soone, well Borgia, if this Hold, Ile applaud thy fate. For after this Allowance, hee'l be Duke of Urbin tomorrow, Give thee joy bully, let me see if he Turne Prince, tis best for us turne beggers. Beggers? Court beggers, Hee'l deny us nothing, Now for some witty knave to finde out suits, I must keepe some in pension for that purpose, They are profitable vermine, His companion. Save you Gentlemen, what de'e meane? Why stand yee bare? In being Borgias friend It will become us. He knowes no title yet, But chiefe secretary to her highnesse, what honours Are in her brest laid▪up for him, we know not He has a mounting fate, and in his we Pronounce you happy.