Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 491 words
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But he's most like to scatter poison sir, Your fame is precious, and your family Not mingling with corrupted streams, hath like An entire River, still maintained his current Chaste, and delightful. Shalt receive my bosom, I'll sooner match her with an Aethiop, Then give consent, she should disgrace our blood; And herein I but try her strength of judgement In giving him access; if she have lost Remembrance of her birth, and generous thoughts, She sucked from her dead mother, with my care I'll strive to reinforce her native goodness, Or quite divorce her from my blood: and Milisent I'll use your vigilance. Sir command. I will, Not urge how I received you first a stranger, Nor the condition of your life, with me, Above the nature of a servant, to Oblige your faith: I have observed thee honest. You are full of noble thoughts. Though I suspect not The obedience of my daughter, yet her youth Is apt to err, let me employ your eye Upon her still, and receive knowledge from you, How she dispenceth favours, you shall bind My love the stronger to you. Sir, I shall be ambitions to deserve your favour Withal the duties of a servant, and I doubt not, but your Daughter is so full Of conscience, and care in the conformity Of her desires to your will, I shall Enrich my sight with observation, And make my intelligence happy. How now: what's he? 'tis Mr. Rawbone's squire. Pray is not my Master's worship here? Your Master's worship! What's that, his Spaniel? No sir, but a thing that does follow him. In what likeness, I hope he does not converse with spirits. he'll not entertain an Angel, But he will weigh him first, indeed I am all the spirits that belong to him. So I think, but none of his familiar. What's thy name? Chameleon. Good; didst ever eat? Yes once. And than thou caught'st a surfeit, thou couldst ne'er endure meat since: were't ever christened. Yes twice, first in my infancy, And the last time about a year ago, When I should have been prentice to an Anabaptist. Does thy Master love thee? Yes, for, and I would gold I might have it, But my stomach would better digest beef, or mutton, If there be any such things in nature. Here is his Master sir, and Mistress Iane. How now Chameleon, hast dined? Yes sir, I had a delicate fresh air to dinner. And yet thou look'st as thou hadst eat nothing this se'night, here provide me a Capon, and halfe a dozen of Pigeons to supper, and when will your worship come home, and taste my Hospitality. When you please sir, Yet now I think on't, I must feed more sparingly. More liberally in my opinion. Would not anybody in the world think so? did you ever see two such earwigs as my man and I: do we not look like.
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But he's most like to scatter poyson sir, Your fame is precious, and your family Not mingling with corrupted streames, hath like An entire Riuer, still maintayn'd his current Chast, and delightfull. Sha't receiue my bosome, Ile sooner match her with an Ethiope, Then giue consent, she should disgrace our blood; And herein I but trye her strength of iudgement In giuing him accesse; if she haue lost Remembrance of her birth, and generous thoughts▪ She suck'd from her dead mother, with my care Ile striue to reinforce her natiue goodnesse, Or quite diuorse her from my blood: and Milisent Ile vse your vigilance. Sir command. I will, Not vrge how I receiu'd you first a stranger, Nor the condition of your life, with me, Aboue the nature of a seruant, to Obliege your faith: I haue obserued thee honest. You are full of noble thoughts. Though I suspect not The obedience of my daughter, yet her youth Is apt to erre, let me employ your eye Vpon her still, and receiue knowledge from you, How she dispenceth fauours, you shall binde My loue the stronger to you. Sir, I shall be ambitions to deserue your fauour Withall the duties of a seruant, and I doubt not, but your Daughter is so full Of conscience, and care in the conformity Of her desires to your will, I shall Inrich my sight with obseruation, And make my intelligence happy. How now: what's he? Tis Mr. Rawbones squire. Pray is not my Masters worship here? Your Masters worship! What's that, his Spaniell? No sir, but a thing that does follow him. In what likenesse, I hope he does not conuerse with spirits. Heele not entertayne an Angell, But he will weigh him first, indeede I am all the spirits that belong to him. So I thinke, but none of his familiar. What's thy name? Cameleon. Good; didst euer eate? Yes once. And then thou caught'st a surfeit, thou couldst nere endure meate since: wer't euer christned. Yes twice, first in my infancy, And the last time about a yeare agoe, When I should haue beene prentise to an Anabaptist. Does thy Master loue thee? Yes, for, and I would gold I might haue it, But my stomacke would better digest beefe, or mutton, If there be any such things in nature. Here is his Master sir, and Mistris Iane. How now Cameleon, hast din'd? Yes sir, I had a delicate fresh ayre to dinner. And yet thou lookst as thou hadst eate nothing this se'night, here prouide me a Capon, and halfe a dozen of Pidgeons to supper, and when will your worship come home, and tast my Hospitality. When you please sir, Yet now I thinke on't, I must feede more sparingly. More liberally in my opinion. Would not any body in the world thinke so? did you euer see two such eare-wigges as my man and I: doe wee not look like.