Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 498 words
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There be more ways to the wood than one, she may be in her sister's Chamber, I may thank my acquaintance with the Buttery and a trap door for this passage; she has shut me out of doors of all: umh a sword I had rather it were Pamela naked, I durst undertake to handle her with less fear; umh Philoclea; 'tis she and this is-no— this is not Pamela, she was a woman, unless she be crept into breeches since I left her, no 'tis a man, here is no tarrying for me; and he were not soundly asleep, my smell were enough to wake him;— treason Ha, what voice is that, who cries out treason? Pyrocles what's the matter? Nothing Treason, treason. Hark, is't not treason, my sword, my sword Is gone, we are betrayed, some thief has been Within the Chamber, yet the doors are safe, ha Let's see, search everywhere, alas Philoclea If now I must be ravished from thee, how Can there be charity enough on earth To pity me, they die but once who still Despair of bliss; but the Fares twice destroy A lover whom they kill so near his joy. COme my bloods since there is no hope of our pardons let us be honest outlaws one to another, and do all the mischief we can, we are Masters of the Woods, and we will domineer like Lords of the soil; I say we will live, we will eat and we will drink. Would I were at my forge again Arcadia shall be thy Anvil smith; and thou mayst live to beat Great men to dust Some of them are so rotten they will save us a labour Be resolute and strike the iron while it is hot, where is the little miller Thumb the miller is cut off Who can help it, be not crest fallen, but show yourselves Cocks of the game, we'll make the state send for us home, and agree to our own conditions, let us therefore play the thieves manfully And so be hanged honourably Hang hang ng, we defy the laws and we will execute when we list in our own quarters we will rob man woman and child Do you fight with the men, and let me alone with the women. And Thumb had he been alive he had been a fit match for the children A prize a Captain, I see a Gentleman and a Lady strike into a grove hard by, their horses are for their better behaviour, already bound to a tree, follow me and I'll conduct Without noise or tumult let's steal upon them This grove is all one bower, nature herself Must be delighted to dwell here, the Sun Can shoote no beame upon us through this Arbe Though he does rage abroad The heat betrays The Sun is angry Madam to see you Whose brightness takes all wonder from his shine And leave him a pale star.
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There be more wayes to the woode then one, she may be in her sisters Chamber, I may thanke my acquaintance with the Buttery and a trap doore for this passage; shee has shut me out of doores of all: vmh a sword I had rather it were Pamela naked, I durst undertake to handle her with lesse feare; vmh Philoclea; 'tis she and this is-no—this is not Pamela, she was a woman, unlesse she be crept into breeches since I left her, no 'tis a man, heere is no tarrying for me; and he were not soundly a sleepe, my smell were enough to wake him;—treason treason Ha, what voyce is that, who cryes out treason? Pyrocles what's the matter? Nothing Treason, treason. Harke, ist not treason, my sword, my sword Is gon, we are betray'd, some theefe has been Within the Chamber, yet the doores are safe▪ ha Lets see, search every where, alas Philoclea If now I must be ravisht from thee, how Can there be charity enough on earth To pitty me, they die but once who still Dispaire of blisse; but the Fares twise destroy A lover whom they kill so neere his ioy. COme my bloods since there is no hope of our pardons let us be honest out-lawes one to another, and doe all the mischeife we can, we are Masters of the Woods, and we will domineere like Lords of the soyle; I say we will live, we will eate and we will drinke. Would I were at my forge againe Arcadia shall be thy Anvile smith; and thou maist live to beate Great men to dust Some of them are so rotten they will save us a labor Be resolute and strike the iron while it is hot, where is the little miller Thumbe the miller is cut off Who can helpe it, be not crest falen, but shew your selues Cockes of the game, weel make the state send for us home, and agree to our own conditions, let vs therefore play the theeves manfully And so be hang'd honorably Hang hang ng, we defie the lawes and we will execute when we list in our owne quarters we will rob man woman and child Do you fight with the men, and let me alone with the women. And Thumbe had he beene alive he had been a fit match for the children A prise a Captaine, I see a Gentleman and a Lady strike into a grove hard by, their horses are for their better behavior, already bound to a tree, follow me and Ile conduct Without noyse or tumult lets steale upon them This grove is all one bower, nature her selfe Must be delighted to dwell heere, the Sunne Can shoote no beame upon us through this Arbe Tho he does rage abroad The heate betrayes The Sunne is angry Madam to see you Whose brightnes takes all wonder from his shine And leave him a pale starr.