Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Ogilby's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 515 words
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royal My love is roasted, she died of a burning fever, & since poison won't work upon me, I am resolved to look out the most convenient tree in this wood to hang myself: And because I will be sure to hang without molestation or cutting down, which is a disparagement to an able and willing body, I will hang invisible, that nobody may see me, and interrupt my hempen meditations. But who are these? a brace of mankillers a munching; now I think what a long journey I am going, as far as to another world, it were not a miss to take provision along with me, when I come to the trick of hanging, I may weigh the better, and sooner be out of my pain: bracelet stick to me, by your leave gentlemen, what's your ordinary? Who's that? A friend, my brace of Hungarians, one that is no soldier; but will justify he has a stomach in a just cause, and can fight tooth and nail, with any flesh that opposes me. I can see nobody. I will knock your pate, fellow in arms, and to help you to see, open the eyes of your understanding, with a wooden instrument that I have. I see nothing but a voice, shall I strike it? No, 'tis some Spirit take heed and offend it not, I never knew any man strike the devil, but he put out his neck bone or his shoulder blade, let him alone, it may be the ghost of some usurer that kicked up his heels in a dear year; and died upon a surfeit of Shamrocks and cheese parings. Who's this, a woman alone? And handsome, what makes she in this wood? we'll divide. What the woman? No, I'll have her body, and thou shalt have her clothes. I know not where I am, this wood has lost me, But I shall never more be worth the finding: I was not wise to leave my father's house, For here I may be made a prey to rapine, Or food to cruel beasts. No, you shall find that we are men; what think you? which of us two have you most mind to laugh and lie down withal. Protect me some good power, more ravishers. We are soldiers, and not used to compliment, be not coy but answer. We are but two, you may soon make a choice. You shall find that we be three, are you so hot? Come humble yourself behind that tree, or— Are you a man? Never doubt it, I have passed for a man in my days. Oh my skull. What's the matter? Where shall I hide myself? Your Comrade will expect your company in the next ditch. Are you good at that? What dost thou mean? What do I mean? what dost thou mean to beat my brains out? I: hold, it is some Spirit, and we fight with the air. Cannot a Mare come into the ground, but you must be leaping you stone horses. My skull is as tender as a mully-puff.
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royal My love is rosted, she died of a burning feaver, & since poison wonot work upon me, I am resolv'd to looke out the most convenient tree in this wood to hang my self: And because I will be sure to hang without molestation or cutting downe, which is a disparagement to an able and willing body, I will hang invisible, that no body may see me, and interrupt my hempen meditations. But who are these? a brace of mankillers a mounching; now I think what a long journey I am going▪ as far as to another world, it were not a misse to take provision along with me▪ when I come to the tricke of hanging, I may weigh the better, and sooner be out of my paine: bracelet sticke to me, by your leave gentlemen, what's your ordinary? Who's that? A friend, my brace of Hungarians, one that is no souldier; but will justifie he has a stomacke in a just cause, and can sight oth and naile, with any slesh that opposes me. I can see no body. I will knock your pate, fellow in armes, and to helpe you to see, open the eyes of your understanding, with a wooden instrument that I have. I see nothing but a voice, shall I strike it? No, 'tis some Spirit take heed and offend it no, I never knew any man strike the devill, but he put out his necke bone or his shoulder blade, let him alone, it may be the ghost of some usurer that kick'd up his heeles in a deare yeere; and died upon a surft of Shamroks and cheese parings. Who's this, a woman alone? Ad handsome, what makes shee in this wood? wee'll divide. What the woman? No, I'll have her body, and thou shalt have her clothes. I know not where I am, this wood has lost me, But I shall never more be worth the finding: I was not wise to leave my fathers house, For here I may be made a prey to rapine, Or food to cruell beasts. No, you shall finde that we are men; what think you? which of us two have you most minde to laugh and lye downe withall. Protect me some good power, more ravishers. We are souldiers, and not us'd to complement, be not coy but answer. We are but two, you may soone make a choice. You shall finde that we be three, are you so hot? Come humble your self behinde that tree, or— Are you a man? Never doubt it, I have pass'd for a man in my dayes. Oh my skull. Whats the matter? Where shall I hide my self? Your Comrade will expect your company in the next ditch. Are you good at that? What dost thou meane? What do I meane? what dost thou meane to beate my braines out? I: hold, it is some Spirit, and we sight with the aire. Cannot a Mare come into the ground, but you must be leaping you stone horses. My skull is as tender as a Mullipuffe.