Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Ogilby's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 491 words
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I am an Esquire by my office. Oh my Royal love! why should not I love the Queen? I have known as simple a fellow as I hath been in love with her horse, nay they ha' been bedfellows in the same litter, and in that humour he would have been leapt, if the beast could have been provoked to incontinency; but what if the King should know out, and very lovingly circumcise me for it, or hang me up a gracious spectacle with my tongue out a perch for sparrows? why, I should become the gallows o'my conscience: oh I would stretch in so gentle posture, that the spectators all should edify, and hang by my example. The Kings merry Bard, if he have overheard, he'll save the hangman a labour, and rhyme me to death. Rodamant, my half man, half gobbling, all fool, how is't? when didst thou see the devil. Alas, I never had the happiness. Why then, thou art not acquainted with thy best friend. Have you never seen in the air, One ride with a burning spear, Upon an old witch with a pad, For the devil a sore breech had. With lightning, and thunder And many more wonder. His eyes indeed-law sir, As wide as a saucer. Oh this would have made my boy mad. An honest merry trout. Thou sayst right gudgeon, gape, and I'll throw in a bushel, why does thy rose hang over thy mouth; as it would peep in, to tell how many teeth thou hast? Excellent Bard Oh brave Bard Ha Bard. Excellent ! O fi foole, Ha foole. Prithee with what news, and whither is thy head traveling? My head, and my feet go one way, and both now at their journeys end. The news is, that one Patrick a stranger, is invited to court: this way he must come, and I like one of the Kings wanton whelps, have broke loose from the kennel, and come thus afore to bark, and bid him welcome, the King and Queen will meet him. Has the King invited him? What else man. Oh the Queen and the King, and the royal Off spring, With the Lords, and Ladies so gay, I tell you not a trick, to meet the man Patrick: Are all now trouping this way. This man report sings, does many strange things: Our Priests, and our Bards must give place. He cares not a straw, for our sword or club-law. Oh I long to behold his gay face. Prithee a word, thou didst name the Queen, Does she come too? By any means. Well 'tis a good soul. Who? The Queen. The Queen is't? dost make but a soul other? treason, I have heard some foolish Philosophers affirm, that women have no souls: 'twere well for some they had no; but to make nobody of the Queen, is treason, if it be not felony. Oh my royal love!
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I am an Esquire by my office. Oh my Royall love! why should not I love the Queene? I have knowne as simple a fellow as I hath been in love with her horse, nay they ha been bedfellowes in the same litter, and in that humour he would have been leap'd, if the beast could have been provok'd to incontinencie; but what if the King should know out, and very lovingly circumcise me for it, or hang me up a gracious spectacle with my tongue out a pearch for sparrowes? why, I should become the gallowes o'my conscience: oh I would stretch in so gentle posture, that the spectators all should edifie, and hang by my example. The Kings merry Bard, if he have overheard, hee'le save the hangman a abour, and ime me to death. Rodamant, my halfe man, halfe gobling, all foole, how ist? when didst thou see the devill. Alas, I never had the happinesse. Why then, thou art not acquainted with thy best friend. Have you never seene in the aire, One ride with a burning speare, Upon an old witch with a pad, For the devill a sore breech had. With lightning, and thunder And many more wonder. His eyes indeed-law sir, As wide as a sawer. Oh this would have made my boy mad. An honest merry trout▪ Thou say'st right , gape, and I'll throw in a bushell, why does thy hang over thy mouth; as it would peep in, to tll hw many teeth thou hast? Excellent Bard Oh brave Bard Ha Bard. Excellent ! O fi foole, Ha foole. with what newes, and whither is thy head trave ? My head▪ and my feet goe one way, and boh now at their nd. The ewes is, that one Patricke a stranger, is invited to court: this way h must come, and I like one of the Kings wanton , have broke loose from he kennell, and come thus afore to bark, and bid him welcome, the King and Queene will meete him. Has the King invited him? What else man. Oh the Queene and the King, and the royall Off spring, With the Lords, and Ladies so gay, I tell you not a tricke, to meete the man Patricke: Are all now trouping this way. This man report sings, does many strange things: Our Priests, and our Bards must give place. He cares not a straw, for our sword or club-law. Oh I long to behold his gay face. Prethee a word, thou didst name the Queene, Does she come too? By ay meanes. Wll tis a good soule. Who? The Queene. The Queene ist? dost make but a soule o'her? treason, I haue heard some foolish Philosophers affirme, that women have no soules: 'twere well for some they had no bodies; but to make no body of the Queene, is treason, if it be not fellony. Oh my royall love▪