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 0.86 · 465 words
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Carintha, have I not power to increase Your grief; if you conceal the cause of it From me? I am not sad, my faculties preserve Their wonted harmony: your excellence Will not enforce me to belie my passion. There's my Lord Volterre, is't your grace's Pleasure to retire till we have ended Our discovery. Is he come? Carintha, follow me! She gave the game high applause, and begged two Of my Cormorants: I must invent new Sports to delight her fancy. The day afford your Lop much profit. If your Lop be in good health, ye owe Some thanks unto my prayers. Laura, the Duchess great favourite Giotto, is eminent in Court too. If these afford me such respect I've cause To think my stars faithful? Madam I would Kiss your left hand— I beseech your lip enforce me not To be unmannerly you are now above My conversation. How bright Laura. Signior Giotto. Pray clear this mystery. My Lord, be more particular, for my Own part I know my distance, but you greet Your Fortunes with too much humility, You want state to converse with me. I me all wonder and amazement signior, Pray give your meaning more perspicuous Utterance. Will you forget to be reserved, know your Station, you make me bold against my own Desire. how's this? I implore your Lordship leave I may be Covered, 'twould much assist my health. Why, dost keep thy head bore in reverence To me? Madam, shall I entreat?— 'tis in your power to command, in my Duty to obey. Your duty— It seemes he hath not yet; how much thē Duchess favours him— Volterre listens. I conjecture so for e's differs much From that which he must practise when he's Duke I hear ye— How my Lord? Laura, faith be public! Giotto, why Dost thou conceal the means to make thee Happy?— My Lord I know little, only those that Wait near the Duchess, hear her often praise Your nimble tongue, your skill in languages. Phse questo mionto, what would you say, There me interpret the inarticulate Voices of birds, and beasts, that skill deserved A fame. Your Lordship might then (with great ease) been Interpreter to the bvilders of Babel. Something I've heard her grace speak too, in praise Of your French gesture, your sublime frisk, and Odd conveyance of your body. 'tis when your Lordship wreathes your hams in thus. Ta da rum, ta da rum, te re re, ra da rum. These are the postures that inchant your sex. Lady— I cannot blame the Duchess to be fond. But does not your lop grow weary with Continuance of this motion? It is my vulgar exercise ta da rum, ta da rum. Enough, enough, my good Lord, sure your swim Within your doublet.
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Carintha, have I not power to increase Your griefe; if you conceale the cause of it From me? I am not sad, my faculties preserve Their wonted harmony: your excellence Will not inforce me to belie my passion. There's my Lord Volterre, ist your gracēs Pleasure to retire till we have ended Our discovery. Is he come? Carintha, follow me! She gave the game high applause, and begg'd two Of my Cormorants: I must invent new Sports to delight her fancy. The day afford your Lop much profit. If your Lop be in good health, ye owe Some thankes unto my prayers. Laura, the Dutchesse great favourite Giotto, is eminent in Court too. If these afford me such respect Ive cause To thinke my starres faithfull? Madam I would Kisse your left hand— I beseech your lp enforce me not To be unmannerly you are now above My conversation. How bright Laura. Signior Giotto. Pray cleere this mistery. My Lord, be more particular, for my Owne part I know my distance, but you greete Your Fortunes with too much humility, You want state to converse with me. I me all wonder and amazement Signiour, Pray give your meaning more perspicuous Vtterance. Will you forget to be reserved, know your Station, you make me bold against my owne Desire. Howes this? I implore your Lordship leave I may be Cover'd, 'twould much assist my health. Why, dost keepe thy head bare in reverence To me? Madam, shall I intreate?— Tis in your power to command, in my Duty to obey. Your duty— It seemes he hath not yet; how much thē Dutchesse favours him—Volterre listenes. I conjecture so for e's differs much From that which he must practise when he's Dukē I heare ye— How my Lord? Laura, faith be publiquē! Giotto, why Dost thou conceale the meanes to make thee Happy?— My Lord I know little, onely those that Waite neere the Dutchesse, heare her often praise Your nimble tongue, your skill in languages. Phse questo mionto, what would you say, There me interpret the inorticulate Voyces of birds, and beasts, that skill deserv'd A fame. Your Lordship might then (with great ease) beene Interpreter to the builders of Babel. Something I've heard her grace speake too, in praise Of your French gesture, your sublime friske, and Odde conveyance of your body. Tis when your Lordship wreathes your hams in thus. Ta da rum, ta da rum, te re re, ra da rum. These are the postures that inchant your sex. Lady— I cannot blame the Dutchesse to be fond. But does not your lop grow weary with Continuance of this motion? It is my vulgar exercise ta da rum, ta da rum. Enough, enough, my good Lord, sure your swim Within your doublet.