Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, May 17] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 501 words
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Ha? What was intended to destroy his hope, Hath raised him to assurance, she applauds That which to all understanding but her own, Appears prodigious, did you suspect She would hear this prate? He had committed sin enough to have had His lips sowed up eternally, death, I could Grow into death with wonder. She checked you for interrupting. A fury revels in my brain, she's mad, And so am I, but— What for prevention, If she have such a poverty in her reason, Ith' humour she may marry him, and then Beside the mighty fortune lost, you groan Under his tyranny. In his blood I'll bathe My fears, a ship launched forth with all her wings, Be calmed thus. I'll dig the remora That hangs upon the bark, this fool would not Be missed among the living, rather than— thouart my genius sacred director To my bliss. I ha' so much suffering In your ungentle stars, that I would purchase Their better influence with my danger. How I feel my heart incorporate with thine, What do I owe to heaven for sending me Thy friendship, say, shall this thing be removed, Giotto, that so ruins me. Shall: there is A most severe necessity, you must not Be conscionable now; and charity Unto yourself, will drown the sin: Retort disgrace t'your hate. I shall extend my favour, where I see Merit invite, perhaps commend you to Some other Lord; Uncle, you shall continue Your place; Giotto find out a monopoly, It shall be signed. I congratulate your high fortune, I knew 'twould take. Here's a pretty front, signior Orseollo, stay till I am valid.— Nay, good Madam, I can endure to see Your face, without danger to my eyes— signior Giotto, I joy in your great fortunes. They shall enable me to do you service. My Lord, you cherish my instructions, You're come earlier than your hour. I'd fain know my destiny; Madam I'm rough. The wars have spoiled my Courtship; I cannot Flatter kindness from you; but I affect Gratitude. What news Lady, hah? has there Been no mention of my name or person Since I received your last intelligence? I know nothing but what I am enjoined To make a secret. How dear Lady. Giotto, shall I tell him that? Not for both the Indies. But she shall Giotto, she and we be kind,— Madam,— we three will share in all achievements. I cannot hide it from him. Are you weary of your life Lady? My hopes are finished. The Duchess has commanded him to get Your picture for her. Who'd trust a secret in a woman's breast? My Lord, as you esteem our loves useful Let no ear enjoy this but your own. I will forget I heard it; ay, I me a soldier signior, and shall deserve your faith. Sancho! My Lord! There's a famous Painter sojourns here In Mantua, a German! Shadan wierex. The same, you are to seek him out, I have Use for him.
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Ha? What was intended to destroy his hope, Hath raisd him to assurance, she applauds That which to all understanding but her owne, Appeares prodigious, did you suspect She would heare this prate? He had committed sinne enough to have had His lips sow'd up eternally, death, I could Grow into death with wonder. She check'd you for interrupting. A fury revels in my braine, shee's mad, And so am I, but— What for prevention, If she have such a poverty in her reason, Ith' humour she may marry him, and then Beside the mighty fortune lost, you grone Vnder his tyranny. In his blood Ile bathe My feares, a ship lanch'd forth with all her wings, Be calmed thus. Ile digge the remora That hangs upon the barke, this foole wo'd not Be mised among the living, rather then— Th'art my genious sacred directour To my blisse. I ha so much suffering In your ungentle starres, that I would purchase Their better influence with my danger. How I feele my heart incorporate with thine, What doe I owe to heaven for sending me Thy friendship, say, shall this thing be removed, Giotto, that so ruines me. Shall: there is A most severe necessity, you must not Be conscionable now; and charity Vnto your selfe, will drowne the sinne: Retort disgrace t'your hate. I shall extend my favour, where I see Merit invite, perhaps commend you to Some other Lord; Vncle, you shall continue Your place; Giotto finde out a monopoly, It shall besign'd. I congratulate your high fortune, I knew t'wod take. Here's a pretty front, Signiour Orseollo, stay till I am valid.— Nay, good Madam, I can indure to see Your face, without danger to my eyes—Signiour Giotto, I joy in your great fortunes. They shall inable me to doe you service. My Lord, you cherish my instructions, Y'are come earlier then your houre. I'd faine know my destiny; Madam Ime rough. The warres have spoilt my Courtship; I cannot Flatter kindnesse from you; but I affect Gratitude. What newes Lady, hah? has there Beene no mention of my name or person Since I receiv'd your last intelligence? I know nothing but what I am enjoyn'd To make a secret. How deere Lady. Giotto, shall I tell him that? Not for both the Indies. But she shall Giotto, she and wee be kinde,— Madam,—we three will share in all atchievements. I cannot hide it from him. Are you weary of your life Lady? My hopes are finished. The Dutchesse has commanded him to get Your picture for her. Who'ld trust a secret in a womans brest? My Lord, as you esteeme our loves usefull Let no eare enjoy this but your owne. I will forget I heard it; I, I me a souldier Signiour, and shall deserve your faith. Sancho! My Lord! Theres a famous Painter sojornes here In Mantua, a Germane! Shadan wierex. The same, you are to seeke him out, I have Vse for him.