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 0.79 · 487 words
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You will have cause to bless the occasion Of this day's message. I could see your cheek, Nay half your face for t'other syllable. Lady you can say more, I dare not signior, already we have exceeded. I know such creatures cannot mock, sweet Lady. Have you not heard her grace's resolution, Touching a husband? You are o'er dark still, every me, I hope your honour will remember this poor service when 'tis done. What? one Letter of your meaning. My Lord the Duchess loves you. Ha? Come Madam, I shall say you will wait. Shall I not see the faces, To which I owe my blessedness. No words of those loose creatures in your custody, Seal up the doors, still the air lest that Creep out too soon, and kill my growing fate. WAs not Orseollo's humour, recreation To thee Carintha? I spent all my thoughts In wonder Madam. He began to soften— We tamed his Tiger violence, not Magic Could force him like the charm you sent. Giotto? What speaks your haste? Comachio Madam, and signior Depazzi. Usher 'em in. Something in such a plenty may delight Your dulled fancy. Laura, remove yourself, Do not eclipse the splendour of that Sun. My eagle's eye must gaze at. Uncle know Your distance. signior Depazzi. Giotto, my hand again, be proud, now Madam I address myself to you, wonderful Princess, Not so much for your beauty as your wisdom, Your carnal wisdom. Wherein signior. Good. Right you answer, right it is my qu: Your carnal wisdom Madam, you proclaim In choosing out a husband, and that man Whose memory your subjects shall have cause To curse, is I. To curse? Perfect still, have cause to curse, You did no sooner choose him, which of all Your fair Lords, though you look asquint upon My merit, could your eye pick out more able? Heroic, complete, tempting? I am fleshed, Nothing shall put me out. Observe. Your grace says right, I do acknowledge it. You are too hasty, her grace says nothing. Did your grace say nothing? speak it again, I know you meant to say something to th' purpose. What purpose signior? Now she has put me quite out. Then rail upon your Uncle. Look on him Madam, there he stands, you may Perhaps imagine him for his grey beard And a starched face, that he is wise a statist: I'll bring ye a justice, that's but newly packed Into commission, o'th' peace, shall make An ass on him. Nephew, this will make you odious. A very gull in mystery of state, A most egregious— in comparison Of one that I could name, but he may serve To fright the pages, muster the black guard, Or keep the door at masks, his face will do More than a hundred others; yet now I think on't, Your grace shall magnify your favour to me, And let me beg him.
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You will have cause to blesse the occasion Of this dayes message. I could see your cheeke, Nay halfe your face for tother sillable. Lady you can say more, I dare not signiour, already we have exceeded. I know such creatures cannot mocke, sweete Lady. Have you not heard her graces resolution, Touching a husband? Your are o're darke still, enrich me, I hope your honour will remember this poore service when tis done. What? one Letter of your meaning. My Lord the Dutchesse loves you. Ha? Come Madam, I shall say you will waite. Shall I not see the faces, To which I owe my blessednesse. No words of those loose creatures in your custody, Seale up the doores, still the aire least that Creepe out too soone, and kill my growing fate. VVAs not Orseollo's humour, recreation To thee Carintha? I spent all my thoughts In wonder Madam. He began to soften— We tam'd his Tiger violence, not Magicke Could force him like the charme you sent. Giotto? What speakes your hast? Comachio Madam, and signiour Depazzi. Vsher em in. Something in such a plenty may delight Your dulled fancy. Laura, remoove your selfe, Doe not ecclipse the splendor of that Sunne. My Eagles eye must gaze at. Vncle know Your distance. Signiour Depazzi. Giotto, my hand agen, be proud, now Madam I addresse my selfe to you, wonderfull Princesse, Not so much for your beauty as your wisdome, Your carnall wisdome. Wherein Signiour. Good. Right you answer, right it is my qu: Your carnall wisdome Madam, you proclaime In choosing out a husband, and that man Whose memory your subjects shall have cause To curse, is I. To curse? Perfect still, have cause to curse, You did no sooner choose him, which of all Your faire Lords, though you looke a squint upon My merit, could your eye picke out more able? Heroicke, compleat, tempting? I am flesht, Nothing shall put me out. Observe. Your grace saies right, I doe acknowledge it. You are too hasty, her grace saies nothing. Did your grace say nothing? speake it againe, I know you meant to say something to th' purpose. What purpose signiour? Now she has put me quite out. Then raile upon your Vncle. Looke on him Madam, there he stands, you may Perhaps imagine him for his gray beard And a starched face, that he is wise a statist: Ile bring ye a justice, thats but newly pack'd Into commission, oth' peace, shall make An asse on him. Nephew, this will make you odious. A very gull in mistery of state, A most egregious—in comparison Of one that I could name, but he may serve To fright the pages, muster the blacke guard, Or keepe the doore at maskes, his face will doe More then a hundred others; yet now I thinke on't, Your grace shall magnifie your favour to me, And let me begge him.