The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 5 of 38
Shirley, James · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Nov 3] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 488 words
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Thy indulgence to my wound, Which owes a cure unto thy pretty Surgery, Hath made thee, too much Prisoner to my Chamber▪ But we shall walk abroad. It was my duty? Since you received it in my cause, and could My blood have wrought it sooner, it had been Your balmy fountain▪ Noble youth, I thank thee. How now, didst speak with him? I had the happiness my Lord to meet him Waiting upon the Duke abroad, he bade me, Make haste with the remembrance of his service, he'll bring his own joys with him, instantly, To welcome your return. Didst thou request His secrecy? I did, he promised silence. So, I'll expect him, thou art sad Dulcino, I prophesy thou shalt have cause, to bless The minute, that first brought us to acquaintance. Do not suspect my Lord, I am so wicked, Not to do that already, you have saved My life, and therefore have deserved that duty. Name it no more, I mean another way. It is not in your power, to make me richer, With any benefit, shall succeed it, though I should live ever with you. I require, Not so much gratitude. There is no way Left for my hope, to do you any service, Near my preserving, but by adding one New favour, to a suit, which I would name, To me, I prithee speak, It must be something I can deny thee. 'tis an humble suit, You licence my departure. Whither? Any whether. Do you call this a way to do me service? It is the readiest I can study Sir. To tarry were but to increase my debt, And waste your favours, in my absence, I May publish, how much virtue, I have found In Savoy, and make good unto your fame, What I do owe you here, this shall suruiue you, For I will speak the story with that truth, And strength of passion, it shall do you honour, And dwell upon your name sweeter than myth, When we are both dead? Thou hast art, to move In all things, but in this, change thy desire, And I'll deny thee nothing, do not urge Thy unkind departure, thou hast met perhaps, With some that have deceived thee with a promise, Won with thy pretty looks and presence, but Trust not a great man, most of them dissemble, Pride, and Court cunning hath betrayed their faith, To a secure Idolatry, their soul, Is lighter than a compliment, take heed, They'll flatter thy to young ambition, Feed thee with names, and then like subtle chemists Having extracted, drawn thy Spirit up, Laugh, they have made thee miserable. Let No jealousy my Lord, render me so Unhappy, that preferment, or the flatteries Of any great man, hath seduced my will To leave you, by my life, and your own honour, No man hath tempted me, not have I changed A syllable with any.
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Thy indulgence to my wound, Which owes a cure vnto thy pretty Surgery, Hath made thee, too much Prisoner to my Chamber▪ But wee shall walke abroad. It was my duty? Since you receiu'd it in my cause, and could My blood haue wrought it sooner, it had beene Your balmy Fountaine▪ Noble youth, I thanke thee. How now, didst speake with him? I had the happinesse my Lord to meete him VVaiting vpon the Duke abroad, hee bad mee, Make hast with the remembrance of his Seruice, Heele bring his owne ioyes with him, instantly, To welcome your returne. Didst thou request His secresie? I did, he promis'd silence. So, Ile expect him, thou art sad Dulcino, I prophesie thou shalt haue cause, to blesse The minute, that first brought vs to acquaintance. Doe not suspect my Lord, I am so wicked, Not to doe that already, you haue saued My life, and therefore haue deseru'd that duty. Name it no more, I meane another way. It is not in your power, to make me richer, With any benefit, shall succeed it, though I should liue euer with you. I require, Not so much gratitude. There is no way Left for my hope, to doe you any seruice, Neere my preseruing, but by adding one New fauour, to a suit, which I would name, To me, I prethee speake, It must be something I can deny thee. Tis an humble suite, You license my departure. Whither? Any whether. Doe you call this a way to doe me seruice? It is the readiest I can study Sir. To tarry were but to increase my debt, And wast your fauours, in my absence, I May publish, how much vertue, I haue found In Sauoy, and make good vnto your fame, What I doe owe you here, this shall suruine you, For I will speake the story with that truth, And strength of passion, it shall doe you honour, And dwell vpon your name sweeter then mythe, When wee are both dead? Thou hast art, to moue In all things, but in this, change thy desire, And Ile deny thee nothing, doe not vrge Thy vnkind departure, thou hast met perhaps, With some that haue deceiu'd thee with a promise, Wonne with thy pretty lookes and presence, but Trust not a great man, most of them dissemble, Pride, and Court cunning hath betrayed their faith, To a secure Idolatry, their soule, Is lighter then a complement, take heede, They'l flatter thy to young ambition, Feed thee with names, and then like subtle Chimists Hauing extracted, drawne thy Spirit vp, Laugh, they haue made thee miserable. Let No jealousie my Lord, render me so Vnhappy, that preferment, or the flatteries Of any great man, hath seduc'd my will To leaue you, by my life, and your owne honour, No man hath tempted me, not haue I chang'd A syllable with any.