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 0.84 · 485 words
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I desire to be a bankrupt of knowledge, when My portion may enrich you. Should you lose Your brain signior in my service, you Should find I would requite you. At his first entrance to her grace's presence Something new and sublime, t'insinuate How much she hath consulted with her best Wisdom, when she elected one so meriting, To be her husband. So with one argument He magnifies her judgement, and his worth. I like that well, if you do pen that speech Commend me pray unreasonable, I shall study it. That must be, to this we may guess she will Reply, my Lord, I could miss in such a troop Of Deservers to choose out the ablest. Meaning my Nephew. I know that, who else? Hence take you fresh occasions to extol yourself, and be not nice to let her know Your active blood, and spirit to get Princes, How much the people will be bound to bless Her race in choosing you, whose promising body Is able to incite them to make bonfires For Dukes unborn. Great reason, proceed. It will be necessary you disparage all men That are about her, though your Uncle, he Will suffer to advance you. Who my Nephew? Let me alone to disgrace him. It gives you lustre principally remember To rail against her Ladies, call 'em hags, You cannot be too bitter, this secures Your love toth' Duchess, beats of jealousy When you appear to love her only of All the sex. It will be a good occasion to beat off Laura, to whom I did pretend myself A Lover excellent, pray let me have all these Directions in manuscripts, I'll not see her Till they be rotten in my head. Giotto, bind us both to you, this will do't, Art cannot shape him more ridiculous, These are rare principles. Here's Contarini. Remove yourselves: 'tis not fit he see ye. signior Contarini, your minute is expired. I crave your pardon signior, have you learned From Laura ought that concerns my knowledge. I have cause to entreat my intelligence. I am your pensioner, you have enriched My stable with a Barbary Roane. A gift I am ignorant to requite; I must return great thanks too, from the Lady Laura, for the wealthy carcanet You sent her last night. I me yet indebted to you both: signior You are skilled in my affair: the noise still Continue, our great Duchess will elect A husband from her own Court, I'll only Know the man; that so I may direct my Observance the right way, you will call this An honest policy. Your contemplations are too humble. You signior? Ere I would think another worthier than myself, to bear a sovereign title; I would disclaim my judgement and run mad. But there's a cross bar to your ambition, (Heaven excuse my sorrow for it?) you are Married, you have a wife.
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I desire to be a banquerout of knowledge, when My portion may enrich you. Should you lose Your braine signiour in my service, you Should finde I would requite you. At his first entrance to her graces presence Something new and sublime, t'insinuate How much she hath consulted with her best Wisedome, when she elected one so meriting, To be her husband. So with one argument He magnifies her judgement, and his worth. I like that well, if you doe pen that speech Commend me pray unreasonable, I shall study it. That must be, to this we may guesse she will Reply, my Lord, I could misse in such a troope Of Deservers to choose out the ablest. Meaning my Nephew. I know that, who else? Hence take you fresh occasions to extoll Your selfe, and be not nice to let her know Your active blood, and spirit to get Princes, How much the people will be bound to blesse Her race in choosing you, whose promising body Is able to incite them to make bonfires For Dukes unborne. Great reason, proceed. It will be necessary you disparage all men That are about her, though your Vncle, he Will suffer to advance you. Who my Nephew? Let me alone to disgrace him. It gives you lustre principally remember To raile against her Ladies, call em hags, You cannot be too bitter, this secures Your love toth' Dutchesse, beats of jealousie When you appeare to love her onely of All the sex. It will be a good occasion to beate off Laura, to whom I did pretend my selfe A Lover excellent, pray let me have all these Directions in manuscripts, Ile not see her Till they be rotten in my head. Giotto, bindus both to you, this will do't, Art cannot shape him more ridiculous, These are rare principles. Here's Contarini. Remove your selfes: tis not fit he see ye. Signiour Contarini, your minute is expir'd. I crave your pardon signiour, have you learnt From Laura ought that concernes my knowledge. I have cause to intreate my intelligence. I am your pensioner, you have enriched My stable with a Barbary Roane. A gift I am ignorant to requite; I must returne great thankes too, from the Lady Laura, for the wealthy Carbanet You sent her last night. I me yet indebted to you both: Signiour You are skilled in my affaire: the noyse still Continue, our great Dutchesse will elect A husband from her owne Court, Ile onely Know the man; that so I may direct my Observance the right way, you will call this An honest pollicy. Your contemplations are too humble. You Signiour? Ere I would thinke another worthier then My selfe, to bearē a soveraigne title; I would disclaime my judgement and runnē madde. But there's a crosse barre to your ambition, (Heaven excuse my sorrow for it?) you are Marryed, you have a wife.