Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, May 17] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.77 · 482 words
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Leave us! but so, that in an hour's space We may command your presence here, to move Our laughter, when leisure will permit it, Or you shall never live to wear grey hairs. I'll conspire with a constable, that commits justice in's sleep, ere I'll want treachery To revenge this constraint of service. Your grace will beget charity in Other Ladies, if you pardon this his Bold behaviour, for he offends all women. How Comachio. Does not your excellence know, he is called The woman hater. Deserves he that Epithet? I'll show your highness the real cause, why He hates all women; he was ever bred In the camp, where there are no females, but sutler's wives: fit drudges, to make fierce Ith' devils kitchen, whose very looks Disparage the complexion of all their sex; He ne'er conversed with an Italian Bona Roba, a plump Lady, that fills Her grown, or with a French Brunette, A Spanish Muser umbrada, or a German Yefrow, the Dutch.— Or with a Welsh— Parrot! will ye be prating? What should a man do withhis tongue, an ye Won't let him talk. My Lord Volterre, is a copious linguist. I still desire to be enabled for Your grace's service. Are all the sluices stopped, that we may see Your Cormorants dive for their prey? We only want your highness' presence there, And the sport begins. Comachio— signior? these are your Cormorants, you still Provide the Duchess new game, and pleasure: She did you public grace, this morning too Before the French leiger; but you ha' travailed Sir. My Lord, the French conceive things with justice I'm but an isorit du monde, and as The Spaniard says, Altera, estrabajo Del hombre, but I've observed her grace names Contarini often, looks on you with A smooth brow. On me my Lord? Lead forward to the River. My hopes do still increase, fate smiles on me. signior De Patri, be you near us. Y'ave heard her graces will, this is the first Employment. She knows you Florentines Insinuate with great subtlety in Humane natures. She shall receive each man in's just character, Sir I congratulate your new fortune, You'll find her excellence a noble mistress. You are a gentle Lady, and add much Credit to her Court. We shall lose the sport unless we hasten To the River. You have use of my attendance, and I am Happy in't. YOu now shall stay at Court Carintha, see Her very lips look black. Saturn's issue. Were not so dull and sullen. Madam sh'as great motives unto sadness Which I've been earnest with her to reveal, But she conceals 'em as the usurer doth His treasure: striving to beguile noise, And lessen the number of his bags with His report. Lady, too soon you will deprive the world Of your dear presence, if thus early you Consume your hours in pensive thoughts!
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Leave us▪ but so, that in an houres space We may command your presence here, to move Our laughter, when leisure will permit it, Or you shall never live to weare gray haires. Ile conspire with a constable, that commits Iustice in's sleepe, ere Ile want treachery To revenge this constraint of service. Your grace will beget charity in Other Ladies, if you pardon this his Bold behaviour, for he offends all women. How Comachio. Does not your excellence know, he is cald The woman hater. Deserves he that Epithite? Ile shew your highnesse the reall cause, why He hates all women; he was ever bred In the campe, where there are no females, but Sutlers wives: fit drudges, to make fiers Ith' devils kitchin, whose very lookes Disparage the complexion of all their sex; He nere converst with an Italian Bona Koba, a plumpe Lady, that fils Her growne, or with a French Bruvette, A Spanish Muser umbrada, or a Germane Yefrow, the Dutch.— Or with a Welsh— Parrot! will ye be prating? What should a man doe withs tongue, an ye Won't let him talke. My Lord Volterre, is a copious linguist. I still desire to be enabled for Your graces service. Are all the sluces stop'd, that we may see Your Cormorants dive for their prey? We onely want your highnesse presence there, And the sport beginnes. Comachio— Signiour? these are your Cormorants, you still Provide the Dutchesse new game, and pleasure: She did you publicke grace, this morning too Before the French leiger; but you ha travaild Sir. My Lord, the French conceive things with justice Ime but an isorit du moude, and as The Spaniard saies, Altera, estrabajo Del hombre, but Ive observ'd her grace names Contarini often, lookes on you with A smooth brow. On me my Lord? Lead forward to the River. My hopes doe still encrease, fate smiles on me. Signiour De Patri, be you neere us. Y'ave heard her graces will, this is the first Imployment. She knowes you Florentines Insinuate with great subtlety in Humane natures. She shall receive each man in's just character, Sir I congratulate your new fortune, Youle finde her excellence a noble mistresse. You are a gentle Lady, and adde much Credit to her Court. We shall lose the sport unlesse we hasten To the River. You have use of my attendance, and I am Happy in't. YOu now shall stay at Court Carintha, see Her very lips looke blacke. Saturnes issue. Were not so dull and sullen. Madam sh'as great motives unto sadnesse Which I've beene earnest with her to reveale, But she conceales em as the vsurer doth His treasure: striving to beguile noyse, And lessen the number of his bagges with His report. Lady, too soone you will deprive the world Of your deere presence, if thus early you Consume your houres in pensive thoughts!