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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Our guard. Nay I discovered and prevented it Already. You amaze us, what's the treason, who is The conspirator? My Uncle, but I think most o' the Lords Had their hand in't: Be brief. There was a plot of treason to ha' killed. Whom? defend us heaven. Nay I ha' defended myself, they would a killed. Me, that shall be Duke, because they saw You were inclined to marry me. Is this the treason? And who should be the villain think you, but Giotto. Giotto. I Giotto, but like an honest rascal Upon my promise, to go hide myself For twelve hours, he saved my life, did y'ever Hear of such a cunning traitor, but it is Your destiny to ha' me, you have cause To pray heartily. And so I have, here was a piece of treason, But be reserved you are here safe; I'll take My time to know and punish all; what bold intruders this? My Lord, I heard your voice in fearful manner Crying treason, are you in preservation. One of my loving subjects; yes Crispino: 'Tis Crispino Madam, one that I ha' promised To make a judge, he was my Barber, and Will fit the Common wealth to a hair. He must deserve that place then. 'Tis confirmed. I humbly thank your excellence. signior Depazzi, you shall be near our person, Here's mirth more than's expected; Laura, bid Some waiter command Giotto's presence; Carintha, we'll retire and hear your wonder. My Lord, we'll sift the treason. And let the traitors be bolted Madam I beseech you. Quick, set things in order. The Gentlemen That come to see this great preparation, Must please to make room for't, so, so. What are you Sir. I am the terror of the Law. What's that, a hangman? When I look lean, and frown, thou diest, I am A judge, I say, a judge in Potentia. Have we a Town called Potentia, in our Duchy. He's some foreigner, he comes to use his eyes, Let him pass. Cease your clamours Villains: sure the devils Are singing a catch. Give order the outward Doors be locked. Let none approach the presence; The Lords must come hither up the back stairs, And through the Privy gallery, bear back: More noise yet, 'twere less troublesome living In a drum then at Court, in nights of Entertainment. My Lord Comachio's voice. The Lords are not yet met. I hate this overgrown thing, 'tis high time He should intend's affairs in Heaven, yet still He hath some business upon earth, Save you my good Lord, signior Orseollo, I hope you have an able faith. Why do ye hope so? That ye may be saved too. The groom is witty. Who makes that noise? Why was Contarini warned, he has a wife, His hope have no encouragement. My Lord Volterre, I congratulate Your safety, and your health signior Contarini? Is not this Depazzi's Barber? I wish he had more manners. There are certain judges in the dark
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Our guard. Nay I discovered and prevented it Already. You amaze us, whats the treason, who is The conspirator? My Vncle, but I thinke most o' the Lords Had their hand in't: Be briefe. There was a plot of treason to ha kild. Whom? defend us heaven. Nay I ha defended my selfe, they wod a kild. Me, that shall be Duke, because they saw You were inclin'd to marry me. Is this the treason? And who should be the villaine thinke you, but Giotto. Giotto. I Giotto, but like an honest rascall Vpon my promise, to goe hide my selfe For twelve houres, he sav'd my life, did y'ever Heare of such a cunning traitour, but it is Your destiny to ha me, you have cause To pray heartily. And so I have, here was a peece of treason, But be reserv'd you are here safe; Ile take My time to know and punish all; what bold Entruders this? My Lord, I heard your voyce in fearefull manner Crying treason, are you in preservation. One of my loving subjects; yes Crispino: 'Tis Crispino Madam, one that I ha promised To make a judge, he was my Barber, and Will fit the Common wealth to a haire. He must deserve that place then. 'Tis confirm'd. I humbly thanke your excellence. Signiour Depazzi, you shall be neere our person, Here's mirth more then's expected; Laura, bid Some waiter command Giotto's presence; Carintha, weele retire and heare your wonder. My Lord, weele sift the treason. And let the traitors be bolted Madam I beseech you. Quicke, set things in order. The Gentlemen That come to see this great preparation, Must please to make roome for't, so, so. What are you Sir. I am the terrour of the Law. What's that, a hangman? When I looke leane, and frowne, thou dy'st, I am A Iudge, I say, a Iudge in Potentia. Have we a Towne called Potentia, in our Dutchy. He's some forraigner, he comes to use his eyes, Let him passe. Cease your clamors Villaines: sure the devils Are singing a catch. Give order the outward Doores be locked. Let none approach the presence; The Lords must come hither up the backe staires, And through the Privy gallery, beare backe: More noyse yet, 'twere lesse troublesome living In a drumme then at Court, in nights of Entertainement. My Lord Comachio's voyce. The Lords are not yet met. I hate this overgrowne thing, tis high time He should intend's affaires in Heaven, yet still He hath some businesse upon earth, Save you my good Lord, signiour Orseollo, I hope you have an able faith. Why do ye hope so? That ye may be sav'd too. The groome is witty. Who makes that noyse? Why was Contarini warn'd, he has a wife, His hope have no incouragement. My Lord Volterre, I congratulate Your safety, and your health signiour Contarini? Is not this Depazzies Barber? I wish he had more manners. There are certaine Iudges in the darke