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 0.78 · 490 words
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Do not vex thyself, come we're at large, our constitution Would ha'been troubled with a wife, we have The world before us, store of game is necessary. The Duchess. You now possess us freely, the next morning Shall spread this joy through Urbin. We are happy And every heart congratulates. We thank you Signior Ursini, you have been faithful to us. Is your name Borgia? No Madam, Where's our letter? We did not think you'd been so apprehensive, You see it now confirmed, we hope you had No thought we meant it otherwise, be prudent And careful in your province, heaven I see Would have it thus, and rectify our folly. Your pardon gracious Madam. Signior, We thank your diligence, possess our favour. And know the Duke. I am one of the worst keepers of a door, No more, all's well. I'm glad on't. Sir your blessing. Madam your smiles upon us and we cannot Despair of happiness. But where's Borgia? I know not Sir. Rise ever fortunate. Oyes, oyes. What's the matter? A fool has lost his master, and thus cries him About the Court. Pimponio a' my conscience. Oyes; If any man there be In town or in country Can tell me of a wight Was lost but yesternight, His name was I know Signior Aurelio, By these marks he is known, He had a bush of his own, Two eyes in their place And a nose on his face, His beard is very thin But no hair on his chin, Bring word to the crier His desolate squire, And for this fine feat Take what you can get; And heaven bless Pimponio, for nobody knows me And I know nobody else to pray for. he's not my brother indeed then. Nor my son. 'Tis too true Madam, here, here's thy master No, no, that's Signior Borgia, do not deceive yourself We are both deceived Pimponio shall I hope Of your free pardon Madam for all trespasses? My Lord your breath is powerful. Rise Aurelio. And be dear to us. I hope the pardon's firm. Irrevocable. I'll dispatch letters then to Naples, thence He did salute me last, how were we cozened! But Sir I thank you for my Borgias pardon. Although it be clear now you're not my brother Pray take my poor acknowledgement, I shall Be proud for your sake, to preserve your friendship. May your hopes prosper in him; now we two With licence of your excellence may Prosecute our design again for the wars. If nothing else at Court invite your stay We lay commands upon you as our servant That you see all our ceremonies finished, To celebrate this happy union You must be both our guests. Do let us feast And fortify ourselves, we shall have Our bellies full of fighting time enough. Thinks your grace so? Subjects may love as their rude sense imparts, But heaven doth only govern PRINCE's hearts.
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Doe not vexe Thy selfe, come wee're at large, our constitution Would ha'beene troubled with a wife, we have The world before us, store of game is necessary▪ The Dutchesse. You now possesse us freely, the next morning Shall spread thls joy through Urbin. We are happy And every heart congratulates. We thanke you Signior Ursini, you have beene faithfull to us. Is your name Borgia? No Madam, Where's our letter? We did not thinke y'ad beene so apprehensive, You see it now confirm'd, we hope you had No thought we meant it otherwise, be prudent And carefull in your province, heaven I see Wud have it thus, and rectifie our folly. Your pardon gratious Madam. Signior, We thanke your diligencē, possesse our favour. And know the Duke. I am one of the worst keepers of a dore, No more, all's well. I'me glad ont. Sir your blessing. Madam your smiles upon us and we cannot Despaire of happinesse. But where's Borgia? I know not Sir. Rise ever fortunate. Oyes, oyes. What's the matter? A foole has lost his master, and thus cries him About the Court▪ Pimponio amy conscience. Oyes; If any man there be In towne or in countree Can tell me of a wight Was lost but yester night, His name was I know Signior Aurelio, By these markes he is knowne, He had a bush of his owne, Two eyes in their place And a nose on his face, His beard is very thinne But no haire on his chinne, Bring word to the cryer His desolate squire, And for this fine feate Take what you can get; And heaven blesse Pimponio, for no body knownes me And I know no body else to pray for. Hee's not my brother indeed then. Nor my sonne. 'Tis too true Maddam, here, here's thy master No, no, that's Signior Borgia, doe not deceive your selfe We are both deceiv'd Pimponio shall I hope Of your free pardon Madam for all trespasses? My Lord your breath is powerfull. Rise Aurelio. And be deare to us. I hope the pardon's firme. Irrevocable. I▪le dispatch letters then to Naples, thence He did salute me last, how were we cosend! But Sir I thanke you for my Borgias pardon. Although it be cleare now y'are not my brother Pray take my poore acknowledgement, I shall Be proud for your sake, to preserve your friendship. May your hopes prosper in him; now we two With licence of your excellence may Prosecute our designe agen for the warre. If nothing else at Court invite your stay We lay commands upon you as our servant That you see all our ceremonies finish'd, To celebrate this happy union You must be both our guests. Doe let us feast And fortifie our selves, we shall have Our bellies full of fighting time enough. Thinkes your grace so? Subjects may love as their rude sense imparts, But heaven doth onely governe Princes hearts.