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 0.82 · 496 words
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Pray do Madam, I hope Your discontent will give you leave to smile At this, her grace found you but this employment, With me, to beat your melancholy off, Apply to the occasion. My gratitude will teach me to conform. Now Ladies what's your pleasures, that you summon My appearance, I know ye ha' supple joints, What mystery of state sends you to me? I cannot revel in long stockings, frisk To please your wanton eyesight; I ne'er boasted ' My ribs, or largeness of my thighs, t' invite you; I make no Sonnets of your antic dressings, Cry up your colour of your face, and swear You're divine pieces, for I know you are not: I will not draw heavens curse upon me, for Flattering into pride; say that the Lilies, Are pale, for envy of your white, and the Roses Blush, to see better in your cheeks, your hair Beams, rather drawn up to a net, might catch Iove when he played the Eagle; that your breasts Raise up themselves like two fair Mountainers Ith' pleasant vale of temptation, I hate this I will not damn myself to make you proud, Do not, I know your faces? Ours, we are not ashamed to show 'em. Do not unveil. Good Madam. Will you not see what you condemn? Ime gone, if you attempt to let me seē A piece of any countenance; while I thus Look on ye, I can help myself t'imagine Ye are some other creatures. Troth my Lord, for pity to yourself End your invectives; Madam I told you of this mirth. Can he be serious? Wrack me not with your stay, What's the design hath brought you hither? This signior; 'tis the Duchess pleasure You make sudden repair to Court. I? That's our Embassy. I am no Court physician, I but vex Your female constitutions, you know All my receipts are bitter, and her excellence Hath plenty of those, she gives a pension to Can flatter; why does she send for me am so Unwelcome? My Lord, her grace employs Not me to any so unhappy: And though you have not lived so near the favour, Ith' eye of the Court, which your own humour too May have been the cause, I have no honour, if You find yourself unwelcome, 'tis a mystery. I could instruct you further with a secret, Your soul would dance to know, but I confess 'tis more than my commission: Is there in nature any happinesse for mē? And from a woman: you will come my Lord? Stay, from a woman, ha? the Duchess— Heard a noise she would choose a Lover from Her own Court, can it be that? death I haven Been boundless in my railing. I begin To curse myself for't. Be all silence, Thou hast a knowledge will be dangerous To any hope, perhaps, I could be pleased To see the tip o' your nose Lady, Or the mole upon your chin.
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Pray doe Madam, I hope Your discontent will give you leave to smile At this, her grace found you but this employment, With me, to beate your melancholly off, Apply to the occasion. My gratitude will teach me to conforme. Now Ladies whats your pleasures, that you summon My appearance, I know ye ha supple joynts, What mistery of state sends you to me? I cannot revell in long stockings, friske To please your wanton eye-sight; I nere bosted 'My ribs, or largenesse of my thighs, t' invite you; I make no Sonnets of your anticke dressings, Cry up your colour of your face, and sweare Y'are divine peeces, for I know you are not: I will not draw heavens curse upon me, for Flattering into pride; say that the Lillies, Are pale, for envy of your white, and the Roses Blush, to see better in your cheekes, your haire Beames, rather drawne up to a net, might catch Iove when he plaid the Eagle; that your brests Raise up themselves like two faire Mountainers Ith' pleasant vale of temptation, I hate this I will not dam my selfe to make you proud, Doe not, I know your faces? Ours, we are not ashamed to shew em. Doe not unvaile. Good Madam. Will you not see what you condemne? Ime gone, if you attempt to let me seē A peece of any countenance; while I thus Looke on ye, I can helpe my selfe t'imagine Ye are some other creatures. Troth my Lord, for pitty to your selfe End your invectives; Madam I told you of this mirth. Can he be serious? Wracke me not with your stay, Whats the designe hath brought you hither? This Signiour; tis the Dutchesse pleasurē You make suddaine repaire to Court. I? That's our Embassie. I am no Court physitian, I but vexē Your female constitutions, you know All my receipts are bitter, and her excellēncē Hath plenty of those, she gives a pension to Can flatter; why does she send for me am so Vnwelcome? My Lord, her grace employes Not me to any so unhappy: And though you have not liv'd so neere the favour, Ith' eye of the Court, which your owne humour too May have beene the cause, I have no honour, if You finde your selfe unwelcome, Tis a mistery. I could instruct you further with a secret, Your soule would dance to know, but I confesse Tis more then my commission: Is there in nature any happinesse for mē? And from a woman: you will come my Lord? Stay, from a woman, ha? the Dutchesse— Heard a noyse she would chuse a Lover from Her owne Court, can it be that? death I havē Beene boundlesse in my railing. I begin To curse my selfe fort. Be all silence, Thou hast a knowledge will be dangerous To any hope, perhaps, I could be pleased To see the tip o' your nose Lady, Or the mole upon your chinne.