Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 512 words
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As these? why do you know what 'tis to Lose a daughter? you converse with men, that Are diseased in body; punished with a gout Or fever: yet some of these are held The shames of physic, but to th'mind you can Apply no salutary medicine: My daughter sir, my daughter— Was too blame To leave you so, lose not your wisdom for Your daughter's want of piety. Speak well A'th' dead, for living she would not be absent Thus from me, she was ever dutiful Took pleasure in obedience: oh my child, But I have strong suspicion, by whom She's made away. Beauford— How? He that pretended marriage— he gave her A wound before. Iasper? what case am I in? Be wise and keep your counsel, is not all for your honour? Lady, I hope by this time, you are able to distinguish A difference between Rawbone and myself. I fid . You shall do noble sir. Mr. Rawbone, the only man in my wishes: My nephew gives you valiant, your merit o'erjoys me, and to show how much I value Your worth my daughter yours, i'll see you Married this morning ere we part, receive him Into your bosom Jane, or lose me ever. I obey sir: will my father cozen himself? Ha, do I dream? Dream quotha, this is a pretty dream. Master Lodam, I hope you'll not repine at his fortune. But Rawbone will pine, and repine if this be not a dream? I allow it, and will dine with you. And I. Iasper: no, will nobody know me? Let's lose no time, I have no quiet tell I call him son. Master justice, do me right, You do not know who I am— An ass sir, Are you not? what make you prattling? Sir,— Noble Captain, a word, I am— A coxcomb. Your man is fancy sir. Then I am a— sleep. I forget Gratiana Cosen, you shall supply my place at Church, while I prepare for your return, some guests we must have— nay, nay haste, the morn grows old, we'll ha''t a Wedding day. Here's a blessing beyond hope. Sure I am sleep, I will cene walk with 'em till my dream be out. Mr. Beauford, welcome and Gratiana— You will repent your courtesy, I am Presented an offender to you. Yes, and please your worship, he is accused. How? Sir, you have charity, believe 'em not, They do conspire to take away his life. May it please you understand, he has killed A Gentleman, one Marwood, in our Park, I found him wounded mortally, though before He died, he did confess. Urge it no farther, I'll save the trouble of examination, And yield myself up guilty. For heaven's sake Believe him not, he is an enemy To his own life; dear Beauford, what d''ee mean To cast yourself away, you're more unmerciful Than those that do accuse you, than the Law itself, for at the worst, that can but find You guilty at the last, too soon for me To be divided from you.
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As these? why do you know what tis to Loose a daughter? you conuerse with men, that Are diseas'd in body; punish'd with a gout Or feauer: yet some of these are held The shames of physicke, but to th'mind you can Apply no salutary medicine: My daughter sir, my daughter— Was too blame To leaue you so, loose not your wisedome for Your daughters want of piety. Speake well A'th dead, for liuing shee would not be absent Thus from mee, shee was euer dutifull Tooke pleasure in obedience: oh my child, But I haue strong suspition, by whom She's made away. Beauford— How? He that pretended marriage—he gaue her A wound before. Iasper? what case am I in? Be wise ad keep your counsell, is not all for your honor? Lady by this time, you are able to distinguish A difference Rabone and my selfe. I fid . You shall doe nble sir. Mr. Rawbone, the onely man in my wishes: My nephew giues you valiant, your merit Oe-ioyes me, and to shew how much I value Your worth my daughter yours, ile see you Married this morning ere we part, receiue him Into your bosome Ian, or loose me euer. I obey sir: will my father cozen himselfe? Ha, doe I dreame? Dreame quotha, this is a pritty dreame. Master Lodam, I hope you'le not repine at his fortune. But Rawbone will pine, and repine if this be not a dreame? I allow it▪ and will dine with you. And I. Iasper: no, will no body know me? Let's loose no time, I haue no quiet tell I call him sonne. Master Iustice, do me right, You do not know who I am—I am— An asse sir, Are you not? what make you pratling? Sir,— Noble Captaine, a word, I am— A Coxecombe. Your man is fancy sir. Then I am a— sleepe. I forget Gratiana Cosen, you shall supply my place at Church, while I prpare for your returne, some guests wee must haue—nay, nay haste, the moe growes old, wee'le ha't a Wedding day. Here's a blessing beyond hope. Sure I am sleepe, I will cene walke with 'em till my dreame be out. Mr. Beauford, welcome and Gratiana— You will repent your curtesie, I am Presented an offender to you. Yes, and please your worship, he is accus'd. How? Sir, you haue charity, beleeue em not, They doe conspire to take away his life. May it please you vnderstand, he has kild A Gentle-man, one Marwood, in our Parke, I found him wounded mortally, though before He dyed, he did confesse. Vrge it no farther, Ile saue the trouble of examination, And yeeld my selfe vp guilty. For heauens sake Beleeue him not, hee is an enemy To his owne life; deare Beauford, what d'ee meane To cast your selfe away, y'are more vnmercifull Then those that doe accuse you, then the Law It selfe, for at the worst, that can but finde You guilty at the last, too soone for me To bee deuided from you.