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 · 488 words
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'slight, you are treacherous. She cries indeed, as if she did suspect You can proffer like a Goat, and perform Like an Elephant. This was you that railed against women. Fie my Lord. Troth Madam, my constitution is to blame. But a young sinner deserves mercy. Your lustiness redress you more hopeful To the state. Give me a Prince from whose loins We may expect issue. Howsoever I would not have the Duchess know Of this; till I am more endear unto Her heart. Does not her happiness, and mine depend Upon your fate? My Lord, be confident of my silence. Her grace is now in the privy garden. Walk you thither, and receive those favours, Her looks administer: without reply Of gratitude, she would not have it known She loves you. Enough I shall be politic. Was there ever such a wanton Hypocrite? He Neighs like a horse. I am not cozened In him, I still thought he was a lecher. signior Giotto. My good Lord?— 'tis my chief blessing to see your Lordship In good health— I thank you noble Lady. I'll go pray to have it still continued. What means this great observance, 'tis beyond My merit. Dost not admire her grace's Favourite should use me thus? These female Courtiers ha' the trick on't. What signior? 'tis safe Idolatry to bow unto The rising son, she sees your fortune smile, And therefore flatters ye. Heaven knows, I near Shall gain by Courtship, I Though all the Heralds Called thee Duke, I'll not kiss your hand Unless 'twere clean. Thou hast heard some news. Declare, come, declare, And prosper. My Lord, I first should chide your tardiness In action. First now I saw your wife at Court, Attending on the Duchess: Only she Defeats your hope; yet her removal from Your bed is not designed. I have sent her to my house, provided you A rare disguise which you shall wear, and woo Her body to the dark deed, my man shall Witness her adultery; and I'll sue out A divorce; whilst you remain safe from law, Because not known to her. Why this I like, it tastes of sublime wit. I will be active in my reign, in large My Duchy. Genon is proud, it shall Grow humble I have a long arm, 'twill reach Florence. Or if I chance to lay my hand on Parma I shall gripe it till my fist ache, ere I Forsake my tenure. Orseollo. Your greet's too familiar! From whence this pride, I'll anger him. My Lord, though I am grown above the use Of Poetry, there still remains in my Remembrance a Sonnet, made in praise of Women; Which if you'll please to hear— He had a bold Muse, that durst undertake So high an argument, sure a woman Was the object, struck old Homer blind; And for his eyes left him a Muse. I've lost My business.
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Slight, you are treacherous. She cries indeed, as if she did suspect You can proffer like a Goate, and performe Like an Elephant. This was you that railed against women. Fye my Lord. Troth Madam, my constitution is to blame. But a young sinner deserves mercy. Your lustinesse redresse you more hopefull To the state. Give me a Prince from whose loynes We may expect issue. Howsoever I would not have the Dutchesse know Of this; till I am more indeere unto Her heart. Does not her happinesse, and mine depend Vpon your fate? My Lord, be confident of my silence. Her grace is now in the privy garden. Walke you thither, and receive those favours, Her lookes administer: without reply Of gratitude, she would not have it knowne She loves you. Enough I shall be polliticke. Was there ever such a wanton Hipocrite? He Neighs like a horse. I am not cosend In him, I still thought he was a lecher. Signiour Giotto. My good Lord?— Tis my chiefe blessing to see your Lordship In good health— I thanke you noble Lady. Ile goe pray to have it still continued. What meanes this great observance, tis beyond My merit. Dost not admire her graces Favorite should use me thus? These female Courtiers ha the tricke on't. What signiour? Tis safe Idolatry to bow unto The rising sonne, shee sees your fortune smile, And therefore flatters ye. Heaven knowes, I neare Shall gaine by Courtship, I Though all the Heraulds Called thee Duke, Ile not kisse your hand Vnlesse 'twere cleane. Thou hast heard some newes. Declare, come, declare, And prosper. My Lord, I first should chide your tardinesse In action. First now I saw your wife at Court, Attending on the Dutches: Onely she Defeates your hope; yet her removall from Your bed is not design'd. I have sent her to my house, provided you A rare disguise which you shall weare, and wooe Her body to the darke deed, my man shall Witnesse her adultery; and Ile sue out A divorce; whilst you remaine safe from law, Because not knowne to her. Why this I like, it tastes of sublime wit. I will be active in my reigne, in large My Dutchy. Genon is proud, it shall Grow humble I have a long arme, 'twill reach Florence. Or if I chance to lay my hand on Parma I shall gripe it till my fist ake, ere I For sake my tenure. Orseollo. Your greeting's too familiar! From whence this pride, Ile anger him. My Lord, though I am growne above the use Of Poetry, there still remaines in my Remembrance a Sonnet, made in praise of Women; Which if youle please to heare— He had a bold Muse, that durst undertake So high an argument, sure a woman Was the object, strucke old Homer blinde; And for his eyes left him a Muse. I've lost My businesse.