Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Ogilby's Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 500 words
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I'll wait upon my mother. Look to my daughters, lest this change work on them. They are my charge. Be not dejected Patrick, we do mean All good to thee: set forward, have a care Of that poor fellow. I'll attend you Sir, And trust to Providence we shall be safe. How is't now Rodamant? dost thou remember thou wert dead? Thou wert poisoned. There is a kind of grumbling in my guts still. Come, we will drink a cup boy, but of better brewing, And we will drink it up joy, without any fear of— Wine is injust that is taken on trust, if it tarry with us it fats, A cup boy, drink up joy, and let 'em go poison rats. What is it that doth sit so heavy on me? Since Coribreus talked with me, I find a dulness in my brain; and My eyes look as through a mist: which hangs upon my lids, And weighs 'em down. He frighted me to hear him, He has a rugged and revengeful nature; Not the sweet temper that his brother. My dear Conallus, mine? alas did I Say mine? indeed he is Master of my heart, But something makes me fear I shall not be So happy as I wish in his possession: Yet we have vows on both sides, holy ones, And marriage promised. But I am too loud; Yet not, my lodgings are remote and privat'st Of all the Court: and I have dismissed the servants, None near to reach my voice, then till this give Access, I need not fear the silent chambers. More clouds do gather 'bout my eyes, 'tis strange, I am not used to be inclined to sleep, While the day shines; then take what nature offers Emeria, and comply, it may discharge Thy waking melancholy, so I feel It gently slide upon my senses. So, so, this amulet I find secures me From all observers, and I now am in Her chamber, by a feat my Spirit did me: Ha? She sleeps too, what a fine Bawd the devil is, What opportunities he can frame to bring These things to pass; I were best lose no time; Madam, Madam, fair Emeria. Ha? who's that? was it a voice that called me? Or do I dream? here's nobody, this key Made all without sast; yet I'd see. I had Forgot, she'll never see me if I do not Take off my charm, perhaps I may again be visible If I ha' not lost myself. The doors are fast. Ha! Bless me you Powers, This music is not frequent in my chambers; 'Tis here, I know not where, I can see nothing. Emeria. Who is't that calls Emeria? goodness aid me! Put off thy fright Emeria, yet I blame not Thy feeble sense to tremble at my presence: Not used to mortal eyes, and unprepared. But gather strength, and call thy blood again Whose seat a paleness doth usurp: I am Thy friend.
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I'll waite upon my mother. Looke to my daughters, Least this change worke on them. They are my charge. Be not dejected Patrick, we do meane All good to thee: set forward, have a care Of that poore fellow. I'll attend you Sir, And trust to Providence we shall be safe. How ist now Rodamant? dost thou remember thou wer dead? Thou wert poyson'd. There is a kinde of grumbling in my guts still. Come, we will drink a cup boy, but of better brewing, And we will drink it up joy, without any feare of— Wine is injust that is taken on trust, if it tarry with us it fatts, A cup boy, drinkup joy, and let e'm go pyson ratts. What is it that doth sit so heavy on me? Since Coribrous talk'd with me, I finde a dulnes in my braine; and My eyes look as through a mist: which hangs upon my lids, And weighes e'm downe. He frighted me to heare him, He has a rugged and revengefull nature; Not the sweet temper that his brother. My deere Conllus, mine? alas did I Say mine? indeed he is Master of my heart, But something makes me feare I shall not So happy as I wish in his possession: Yet we have vowes on both sids, holy ones, And marriage promis'd. But I am too loude; Yet not, my lodgings are remote and priva'st Of all the Court: and I have dismist the servants, None neere to reach my voice, then till this give Accesse, I need not feare the silent chambers. More cloudes doe gather 'bout my eyes, 'tis strange, I am not us'd to be inclin'd to sleepe, While the day shines; then take what nature offers Emeria, and comply, it may discharge Thy waking melancholly, so I feele It gently slide upon my sences. So, so, this ammlet I finde secures me From all obsrvers, I now am in Hr chamber, by a feate my Spirit did me: Ha? She slepes too, what a fine Bawd the devill is, What opportunities he can frame to bring These things to passe; I were best loose no time; Madam, Madam, faire Emeria. Ha? who's that? was it a voice that cal'd me? Or do I dreame? here's no body, this key Made all without sast; yet I'l see. I had Forgot, shee'le never see me if I do not Take off my charme, perhaps I may agen be visible If I ha not lost my selfe. The doores are fast. Ha Blesse me you Powers, This musick is not frequent in my chambers; 'Tis here, I know not where, I can see nothing. Emeria. Who ist that calls Emeria? goodnes ayde me! Put off thy fright Emeria, yet I blame not Thy feeble sence to tremble at my presence: Not us'd to mortall eyes, and unprepar'd. But gather strength, and call thy blood agen Whose seate a palenesse doth usurp: I am Thy freind.