Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 492 words
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Stay Dorus stay, let me see As I intend to be your father Dorus And so in Mopsa's name make you my heir Of all my wealth, good Dorus I am yet Till things and things be done your Master Dorus Beside that ground is mine, the Oak is mine Where under lies this treasure, I am Lord Lord of the soil my Dorus, of the soil I am content to be a ground for you To build to hopes on Dorus, but my ground No man shall dig or build on but myself On such as this, be there a mine Of Coin or uncoin metal it is mine All may be yours another day my Dorus. I know my duty sir and cannot think The gods had ere a lotted my free mind To serve you but for some strange end In this thou showst it, keep all close, not a word Dorus, I take no leave be careful my good Dorus of my young Madam, 'tis a charge I turn over to thee, over look her well. I mean to do it doubly How, ha' you a double meaning? I mean with double care Honest Dorus 'tis the last service I shall put thee to I hope so to Now to the Oak my golden land mark Load a horse with tools sir Mattocks and shovels Hooks and ladders. Spade and Pickaxes Ropes and daggers; you'll have no help No no, a man's own toil Sweeter the profit makes in his own soil. Go thy ways for the Lord a'th' soil There's one block out a'th' way the golden fly, Has caught this trout, my jealous Mistress I Hope she o'er heard not Oh that my ears had been long enough to have heard some of there precious Knavery It were but charity to tell her on't, little does my Mistress Think what a flesh fly my Master is, What says the Knave Though she be a little stricken in years she is handsome enough For as good a man as Dametas, and he to run neighing A this fashion after a blowse, and then put me to make excuse For him, 'tis not right. Oh fidious Rascal, I thought there was some roguery, Dorus as thou com'st of a woman tell me What forsooth Oh naughty man to use an honest woman the wrong way thus, have I been married so many years, and carried myself like his lawful wife uprising and down lying as they say, so even and jump with his desires to be thus handled, but I'll be revenged it shall fall heavy upon his head for this I warrant him, nay I did always suspect him for a colt What mean you forsooth, Come I overheard somewhat to my grief, and therefore leave your boggling and your trim tram tricks you must not flap me o'th' mouth with fleering and with flams whilst he
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Stay Dorus stay, let me see As I intend to be your father Dorus And so in Mopsas name make you my heire Of all my wealth, good Dorus I am yet Till things and things be done your Master Dorus Beside that ground is mine, the Oake is mine Where under lies this treasure, I am Lord Lord of the soyle my Dorus, of the soile I am content to be a ground for you To build to hopes on Dorus, but my ground No man shall dig or build on but my selfe On such as this, be there a myne Of Coyne or vncoyne mettall it is mine All may be yours annother day my Dorus. I know my duty sir and cannot thinke The gods had ere a lotted my free mind To serve you but for some strange end In this thou shewst it, keepe all close, not a word Dorus, I take no leave be carefull my good Dorus of my young Madam, 'tis a charge I turne over to thee, over looke her well. I meane to doe it doubly How, ha you a duble meaning? I meane with double care Honest Dorus 'tis the last service I shall put thee to I hope so to Now to the Oake my golden land marke Load a horse with tooles sir Mattocks and shovells Hookes and ladders. Spade and Pickaxes Ropes and daggers; youl have no helpe No no, a mans owne toyle Sweeter the profit makes in his owne soyle. Goe thy wayes for the Lord a'th soyle Theres one blocke out a'th way the golden flie, Has caught this trowte, my jealous Mistris I Hope she ore heard not Oh that my eares had beene long enough to have heard some of there pretious Knaverie It were but charitie to tell her on't, little does my Mistris Thinke what a flesh flie my Master is, What saies the Knave Tho she be a little stricken in yeares she is hansome enough For as good a man as Dametas, and he to runne neighing A this fashion after a blowse, and then put me to make excuse For him, 'tis not right. Oh fidious Rascall, I thought there was some roguerie, Dorus as thou com'st of a woman tell me What forsooth Oh naughty man to vse an honost woman the wrong way thus, have I beene married so many yeares, and carried my selfe like his lawfull wife uprising and downe lying as they say, so even and jumpe with his desires to be thus handled, but Ile be reveng'd it shall fall heavie vpon his head for this I warrant him, nay I did alwaies suspect him for a cot What meane you forsooth, Come I ouer-heard somewhat to my griefe, and therefore leaue your bogling and your trim tram tricks you must not flap me oth mouth with fleering and with flams whilst he