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 0.86 · 483 words
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Stay and take My keys, this opens to my gold, go home And take out ten bags. What to do Sir? To spend 'em, all's thine own, leave something for Cornelia, because perhaps she'll marry, And I am satisfied, a prudent boy, How am I bound to heaven that he's not proud, Nor taken in the subtle toils of women? he'll never marry, how shall I consume My estate? Dost hear, a little portion Will serve Ursini with thy sister. Must He marry her? I let him, we shall please The Duchess too, and when she is disposed The rest is ours to revel with. I'll think on't. Did you not meet my son? Yes somewhat melancholy. You are deceived, he's choleric, and let Me advise you gentlemen, although I know He loves you, do not mock him, he's no fool; No bladder to be swollen with breath of praise And lady's jigs, he is sensible he is, And will not be the hateful stock of pastime To Grooms and Pages. What do you mean my Lord? Call him not Duke, I counsel you. We do not. Nor d'ye not think it possible it may be Have patience, and we do not, we have altered Our opinions, and are clear of your side now. As the wheels move we do think nothing less, Your son shall not be Duke, there is no fear on't Whilst Ferrara lives. He shall not. So we say, sleep quietly. He shall not, very peremptory, You are no Oracles, would I were Duchess For half an hour, he should be Duke, d'ye hear now; No matter who repented: I thought you Had been his friend, he sha'not be a Duke? howe'er I thought on't, it becomes not you To circumscribe his fortune, he can number Descents of noble blood, and had his breeding; Has none of the worst faces, heads, nor hearts, howe'er you value him and discharge your bolts At random thus, he sha'not. Hear us Sir. He shall not be a Duke. Did not I say he was mad? That was dissembled, He has cause now to see a turn i'th' stream, And Ferrara only hopeful with the Duchess, What thing is that? Is he so confident? He will lay about like a Prince, d'ye think We may present him safely? if you say The word I'll wind him up to an Emperor. Keep thy shape boy, we wonot lose the sport, And happily I will acquaint these gentlemen. If I Should be whipped heartily for my conceit, The little high German would not take it kindly, It may be the court largesse; but no matter, I have some gold and dare venture the last At any time for coin of this complexion. Are you in earnest. 'Twill be excellent, And please her highness, she has commanded All liberty of mirth, I'll undertake To prepare her.
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Stay and take My keyes▪ this opens to my gould, goe home And take out ten bagges. What to doe Sir? To spend 'em, all's thine owne, leave something for Cornelia, because perhaps shee'l marry, And I am satisfied, a prudent boy, How am I bound to heaven that hee's not proud, Nor taken in the subtle toyles of women? Hee'l never marry, how shall I consume My estate? Dost heare, a little portion Will serve Vrsini with thy sister▪ Must He marry her? I let him, we shall please The Dutchesse too, and when she is disposd The rest is ours to revell with. Ile thinke ont. Did you not meet my sonne? Yes somewhat melancholy. You are deceiv'd, hee's cholericke, and let Me advise you gentlemen, although I know He loves you, doe not mocke him, hee's no foole; No bladder to be swolne with breath of praise And Ladies Iigges, he is sensible he is, And will not be the hatefull stocke of pastime To Groomes and Pages. What doe you meane my Lord? Call him not Duke, I counsell you. We doe not. Nor do'e not thinke it possible it may be Have patience, and we doe not, we have alter'd Our opinions, and are cleare of your side now. As the wheeles move we doe thinke nothing lesse, Your sonne shall not be Duke, there is no feare on't Whilst Ferrara lives. He shall not. So we say, sleepe quietly. He shall not, very peremptory, You are no Oracles, would I were Dutchesse For halfe an houre, he shud be Duke, de'e heare now; No matter who repented: I thought you Had beene his friend, he shannot be a Duke? How ere I thought on't, it becomes not you To circumscribe his fortune, he can number Descents of noble blood, and had his breeding; Has none of the worst faces, heads, nor hearts, How ere you value him and discharge your boults At randome thus, he shannot. Heare us Sir. He shall not be a Duke. Did not I say he was mad? That was dissembled, He has cause now to see a turne i'th streame, And Ferrara onely hopefull with the Dutchesse, What thing is that? Is he so confident? He will lay about like a Prince, de'e thinke We may present him safely? if you say The word Ile winde him up to an Emperour. Keep thy shape boy, we wonnot lose the sport, And happily I will acquaint these gentlemen. If I Should be whipt heartily for my conceit, The little high German wud not take it kindly, It may be the court largesse; but no matter, I have some gold and dare venter the last At any time for coyne of this complexion. Are you in earnest. 'Twill be excellent, And please her highnesse, she has commanded All libertie of mirth, Ile undertake To prepare her.