Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 476 words
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There's nothing wants to make me perfect blessed But to hear thee pronounce thy love as fortunate The envious clouds which interpose themselves Like a dark Curtain o'er Pamela's face. Are drawn away and I enjoy her smile She does believe my proofs, sweetly excusing Her long neglect, and promiseth as much As I dare ask: she'll' trust me with her person I want but opportunity to deceive Our waking Dragons;— and in good time Dametas. Away you shall know all my fate hereafter, I joy in thy success, pray thou for mine. Where is this rascal Dorus Whether were I best to tell the King on't first or seek out Dametas, he'll never be able to spend it, there may be gold Enough to purchase half Arcadia umh, what's that? I'll seek him out at all adventures; oh sir, pray is this Gold— and this and this? Ha gold, yes very good gold, where hadst it You shall hear more hereafter Dorus, honest Dorus, put on thy hat, where where, hadst it Did you never hear of one Aristomines? He was banished Arcadia Was he rich Infinite rich, so rich 'Tis so, belike he there had all his treasure What treasure, where is't honest Dorus tell me You are my Master and may be my Father My son Dorus, Mopsa is thine, and she were made of as pure gold as this, thou shouldst touch her, and melt her Well I see it was ordained to make you rich In duty I'll discover it, and yet— Out with it good Dorus Well— sitting beneath an oak that shall be nameless I chanced to turn up some turf with my mole-spade With thy mole spade, what then I saw a yellow brightness peeping out o'th' ground, which when I came to examine I proved this metal, I this was the first, you're sure 'tis gold, you shall pardon me for the rest but if these will do you any pleasure, or twenty more Nay good honest Dorus proceed. Why the truth is I suspect where a great treasure has been Long buried, these it seems were scattered when the rest Went to the pit-hole. But where is this place good Dorus? thou hast no more About thee No but if you please to furnish me with tools I'll try The bottom; I digged till I came to a stone, whose inscription Promised something worth a man's labour Did it sound Melodiously a golden tune Where, where, thou mayst tell me thou knowest I Am secret For Mopsa sake I will reveal't, you know The oak where you first met me Ha very well On the right side of that same spreading tree Lies all this riches As thouart honest As I hope to be dear Mopsa's husband, I'll get strong tools And bring you better proof
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There's nothing wants to make me perfect blest But to heare thee pronounce thy love as fortunate The envious clouds which interpose themselves Like a darke Curtaine ore Pamelas face. Are drawne away and I enjoy her smile She does beleeve my proofes, sweetely excusing Her long neglect, and promiseth as much As I dare aske: sheel' trust me with her person I want but opportunity to deceive Our waking Dragons;—and in good time Dametas. Away you shall know all my fate hereafter, I joy in thy successe, pray thou for mine. Where is this rascall Dorus Whether were I best to tell the King ont first or seeke out Dametas, hee'l never be able to spend it, there may be gold Enough to purchase halfe Arcadia Vmh, what's that? Ile seeke him out at all adventures; oh sr, pray is this Gold—and this and this? Ha gold, yes very good gold, where hadst it You shall heare more hereafter Dorus, honest Dorus, put on thy hat, where where, hadst it Did you never heare of one Aristomines? He was banish'd Arcadia Was he rich Infinite rich, so rich 'Tis so, belike he there had all his treasure What treasure, where i'st honest Dorus tell me You are my Master and may be my Father My sonne Dorus, Mopsa is thine, and she were made of as pure gold as this, thou shouldst touch her, and melt her Well I see it was ordained to make you rich In dutie Ile discover it, and yet— Out with it good Dorus Well—sitting beneath an oake that shall be namelesse I chanc'd to turne up some turff with my mole-spade With thy mole spade, what then I saw a yellow brightnes peeping out oth' ground, which when I came to examine I prv'd this mettall, I this was the first, y'are sure 'tis gold, you shall pardon me for the rest but if these will do you any pleasure, or twentie more Nay good honest Dorus proceede. Why the truth is I suspect where a great treasure has been Long buried, these it seemes were scatter'd when the rest Went to the pit-hole. But where is this place good Dorus? thou hast no more About thee No but if you please to furnish me with tooles Ile trye The bottome; I digd till I came to a stone, whose inscription Promis'd something worth a mans labour Did it sound Melodiously a goulden tune Where, where, thou maist tell me thou knowest I Am secret For Mopsa sake I will reveal't, you know▪ The oake where you first met me Ha very well On the right side of that same spreading tree Lies all this riches As th'art honest As I hope to be deere Mopsa's husbad, Ile get strong tooles And bring you better proofe