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 0.72 · 497 words
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Best she will acknowledge Of all mankind. I have a letter to you, I will not doubt my pardon when you read it, 'tis to you Sir if there can be a joy beyond what's there contained▪ Ha? I am blessed, Borgia let me embrace thee my best friend Dwell in my heart, divide with me Ferrara Or Urbin, any thing but the Duchess, say I'll meet her in the Garden were it walled With flaming Dragons, I have not a soul Spacious enough to entertain this happiness Beyond my hope, above my life dear Borgia. Beyond his hope? it seems this joy was not Expected umph, and I had no commission To give it him, after all this if she Meant it not this way, I ha'made fine work, She might ha' named him, would I had the paper Again, now do I prophesy I have Undone myself, and only her grace meant That I should meet her, curse upon my easiness; I have lost an opportunity, no fate Flattered a mortal with the like, dull brains, There's yet prevention, genius I thank thee, 'tis possible I may secure the Garden And boldly meet her first, if any destiny Owe me this blessing with this art I may Redeem my folly, never man but I Would lose so rich an opportunity. MAdam I know not what to say, my heart Is full of hearty zeal to obey you, but the place You have conferred upon my years, is much Above my strength to satisfy, yet I thank you. You have deserved we should encourage you For what is past, your son is full of hope And may grow up a statesman. He owes all To your infinite favours Madam, a young man, And would be active upon your commands. Leave us, stay my Lord we must employ you. I have not life enough to serve you Madam, My age is now a burden, that I could Shake off a score of winters. There's no such Necessity of youth to execute The service you design, you love your son. Above my own health Madam, and let me Be bold to tell your grace, I love him better For your sake. For our sake. That he can carry Himself so handsomely to deserve your good Opinion, every Courtier that's advanced To a warm place, does not behave himself Always to purpose. To what purpose Signior? To please his Mistress, and I am, I must Confess proud of his expectations, It makes my blood dance Madam. You are very merry. I hope to have more cause. Well Sir, while we Retire into the Garden, be it your care We be not interrupted, give access To none but Borgia, we have some privacies Only concern his knowledge. My son Borgia. Your son, if you do call him Borgia. Shall I go for him? he'll be so officious Perhaps to spare that trouble, if he come Be diligent and admit him.
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Best she will acknowledge Of all mankind. I have a letter to you, I will not doubt my pardon when you reade it, Tis to you Sir if there can bee a joy beyond what's there contain'd▪ Ha? I am blest, Borgia let me imbrace thee my best friend Dwell in my heart, divide with me Ferrara Or Urbin, any thing but the Dutchesse, say Ile meet her in the Garden were it walld With flaming Dragons, I have not a soule Spacious enough to entertaine this happinesse Beyond my hope, above my life deare Borgia. Beyond his hope? it seemes this joy was not Expected umph, and I had no commission To give it him, after all this if shee Meant it not this way, I ha'made fine worke, She might ha'namd him, wud I had the paper▪ Agen, now doe I prophesie I have Vndone my selfe, and onely her grace meant That I should meet her, curse upon my easinesse; I have lost an opportunitie, no fate Flatterd a mortall with the like, dull braines, There's yet prevention, genius I thanke thee, Tis possible I may secure the Garden And boldly meet her first, if any destinie Owe me this blessing with this art I may Redeeme my folly, never man but I Wud lose so rich an opportunitie. MAdam I know not what to say, my heart Is full of heartie zeale to obey you, but the place You have confer'd upon my yeares, is much Above my strength to satisfie, yet I thanke you. You have deserv'd we should encourage you For what is past, your sonne is full of hope And may grow up a statesman. He owes all To your infinite favors Madam, a young man, And would be active upon your commands. Leave us, stay my Lord we must employ you. I have not life enough to serve you Madam, My age is now a burthen, that I could Shake off a score of winters. There's no such Necessitie of youth to execute The service you designe, you love your sonne. Above my owne health Madam, and let me Be bold to tell your grace, I love him better For your sake. For our sake. That he can carry Himselfe so hansomely to deserve your good Opinion, every Courtier that's advanc'd To a warme place, does not behave himselfe Alwayes to purpose. To what purpose Signior? To please his Mistresse, and I am, I must Confesse proud of his expectations, It makes my blood dance Madam. You are very merry▪ I hope to have more cause▪ Well Sir, while we▪ Retire into the Garden, be it your care We be not interrupted, give accesse To none but Borgia, we have some privacie▪ Onely concerne his knowledge. My sonne Borgia. Your sonne, if you doe call him Borgia. Shall I goe for him? Hee'l be so officious Perhaps to spare that trouble, if he come Be diligent and admit him.