Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 498 words
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Forgive us, heaven forgive thee, say thy prayers I see there's pity in you, if your wants Council you to this sinful trade, we both Will freely give our wealth, we have some jewels Of value to redeem you all, and make You rich if you dare first be so in goodness And exercise no tyranny upon Our bodies, what a misery it is Such spirits as you are should not have fortunes High as your thoughts, when every dunghill fellow Surfeits with honours and estates, and vomits In Taverns what would keep your families, But 'tis the Time's disease, when merit thus Disgraced and unrewarded by the state Makes subjects desperate He says true I prithee take my clothes, would they were rich And worth your pillage, and will serve me Alas good Gentleman, let e'en strip him None dare to take a skirt Perhaps for some offences you are banished Your houses and estates For nothing but being drunk And offering to kill the King He will not live amongst us as a good King ought. Alas good men, I do presume you, would not have killed the King in any malice to him I love the King with all my heart, and a pox take him that does not, would he would but pardon us There's no hope now, we have submitted ourselves too often Yet let him hear well of you, and though Necessity compel you to be thieves, Be honest thieves and ravish nobody. And this report arriving at his ears It inclines him to have pity on you And call you to his favour Unhand the Gentlewoman, he that offers her But a wry look had better eat my sword Or my scabbard though it have been pissed in Faith Captain he hath given us good council let us deal Honestly, if we take away but all they have they will Have more cause to speak well of us Unbind the malefactor Shall I give him his sword? His sword thou ignorant thief no so he may chance to ask us again for his jewels; take thy Penelope sweet tongued Ulysses; and on the next back smother her in kisses— farewell Oh, my Pamela. Captain captain come back he calls her Pamela that should be the king's daughter, How, umh; now I look better on her I have seen that face in a mask before now We are lost again I am the same Pamela What ha' we done, here are all your jewels not a stone diminished If there be let me be gelded I easily forgive all and will be So far from a complaint that I'll plead for Your pardons to my father, and he sha' not Be able to deny me Omnes A pardon, a pardon, if it please your highness we'll go back with you Not with me As we are true men and thieves Madam We are undone again At our return I'll join with her
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Forgiv'e us, heaven forgive thee, say thy prayers I see there's pittie in you, if your wants Councell you to this sinfull trade, we both Will freely give our wealth, we have some Iewells Of valew to redeeme you all, and make You rich if you dare first be so in goodnes And exercise no tyrany upon Our bodies, what a misery it is Such spirits as you are should not have fortunes High as your thoughts, when every dunghill fellow Surfets with honors and estates, and vomits In Taverns what would keepe your families, But 'tis the times disease, when merrit thus Disgrac'd and unrewarded by the state Makes subjects desperate He says true I prithee take my cloathes, would they were rich And worth your pillage, and will serve me Alas good Gentleman, let e'en strip him None dare to take a skirt Perhaps for some offences you are banish'd Your houses and estates For nothing but being drunke And offring to kill the King He will not live amongst us as a good King ought. Alas good men, I doe presume you, would not have kill'd the King in any malice to him I love the King withall my heart, and a pox take him that does not, would he would but pardon us There's no hope now, we have submitted our selves too often Yet let him heare well of you, and tho Necessitie compell you to be theeves, Be honest theeves and ravish no body. And this report ariving at his eares It inclines him to have pittie on you And call you to his favour Vnhand the Gentlewoman, he that offers her But a wry looke had better eate my sword Or my scabbard tho it have been pist in Faith Captaine he hath given us good councell let us deale Honestly, if we take away but all they have they will Have more cause to speake well of us Vnbinde the malefactor Shall I give him his sword? His sword thou ignorant theefe no so he may chance to aske us againe for his Iewels; take thy Penelope sweete tong'd Vlisses; and on the next back smother her in kisses—farwell Oh, my Pamela. Captaine captaine comebacke he calls her Pamela that should be the Kings daughter, How, vmh; now I looke better on her I have seene that face in a maske before now We are lost agen I am the same Pamela What ha we done, here are all your Iewells not a stone deminish'd If there be let me be gelded I easily forgive all and will be So far from a complaint that Ile pleade for Your pardons to my father, and he sha' not Be able to denie me Omnes A pardon, a pardon, if it please your highnes weel goe backe with you Not with me As we are true men and theeves Madam We are undone agen At our returne Ile ioyne with her