Shirley, James · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Jan 10] (Annals) comedy · King's Revels Company (?); Prince Charles's Men (second) (?) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 496 words
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As well As this restraint will give me leave, and yet It does appear a part of my enlargement To have your company: I hope your sister Enjoys her health. And more felicity Than I can boast mine own, she's half a Bride. Happy i'th' embraces of her wished servant; You know our story; he has chosen her, And most uncivilly neglecteth me. Thus laden with his scorn, I come to practise A scene of sorrow w'ye; sure thy fate Hath spun a thread for me, we are so like In our misfortunes: Have you heard no new Of your ingrateful servant, for I know No other name, and he indeed deserves To have no other memory, that takes A pride in his disdain. Nothing as yet. But I have met occasion to convey A Letter to him, yet I cannot promise: But here's the messenger. That Gentleman? I know the man you love then, is't not Thornay? The same, I did conceal him for his shame. Why he's a zealous suitor for my love. It makes for me that he continues cruel; I was not able to command his passion. But will she not mistrust I have not been So careful in advancing her desires, But satisfied myself with any answer, As knowing what must bring comfort to her, Must needs be killing to my hopes? In what A narrow path I tread; her spring must be My frost, and when her tree carries the pride And bloom of summer, I retain no sap, But wither and creep backward into earth, Like a forsaken plant. Here I'll obscure. You are welcome, Sir. I would I were. Shall I believe you have been faithful to My grief's request? Yes, and bring comfort back. How's that? Pronounce those words again. I bring you comfort. He did say so: What meant she To mock me with another sad relation? Was't a device in her to increase my joy At meeting, he did talk of comfort; is it A thing restored in nature? Oh, before You bless my ear again with that wished sound, Excuse my modesty, if my heart present A kiss to thank you. I drink in my poison. Now let your comforts flow. I have returned you As true a lover as yet ever Mistress Could boast possession of, one so resolved To honour you. Can this be possible? I have examined every secret thought Within his foul, concerning you, and dare Thus boldly justify, he is your own. Let me but live to see him, and I write My ambition satisfied He's here. Where? Here, In me your truest servant is returned. Does he affect her? I call all that's good To witness with me, I discharged with zeal The unkind office to myself, but could not Incline him to return to any softness: In brief, he has unworthily engaged That heart belonging to you, and would not be Provoked to see you again. Eugenia.
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As well As this restraint will give me leave, and yet It does appeare a part of my enlargement To have your company: I hope your sister Enjoyes her health. And more felicity Than I can boast mine owne, shee's halfe a Bride. Happy ith' embraces of her wished servant; You know our story; he ha's chosen her, And most uncivilly neglecteth me. Thus laden with his scorne, I come to practise A scene of sorrow w'ye; sure thy fate Hath spun a thread for me, we are so like In our misfortunes: Have you heard no newe▪ Of your ingratefull servant, for I know No other name, and he indeed deserves To have no other memory▪ that takes A pride in his disdaine. Nothing as yet. But I have met occasion to convey A Letter to him, yet I cannot promise: But here's the messenger. That Gentleman? I know the man you love then, is't not Thornay? The same, I did conceale him for his shame. Why hee's a zealous suiter for my love. It makes for me that he continues cruell; I was not able to command his passion. But will she not mistrust I have not beene So carefull in advancing her desires, But satisfied my selfe with any answer, As knowing what must bring comfort to her, Must needs be killing to my hopes? In what A narrow path I tread; her spring must be My frost, and when her tree carries the pride And bloome of summer, I retaine no sap, But wither and creepe backward into earth, Like a forsaken plant. Here Ile obscure. You are welcome, Sir. I would I were. Shall I beleeve you have beene faithful to My griefes request? Yes, and bring comfort backe. How's that? Pronounce those words agen. I bring you comfort. He did say so: What meant she To mocke me with another sad relation? Was't a device in her to increase my joy At meeting, he did talke of comfort; is it A thing restor'd in nature? Oh, before You blesse my eare agen with that wished sound, Excuse my modesty, if my heart present A kisse to thanke you. I drinke in my poyson. Now let your comforts flow. I have returned you As true a lover as yet ever Mistris Could boast possession of, one so resolved To honour you. Can this be possible? I have examined every secret thought Within his foule, concerning you, and dare Thus boldly justifie, he is your owne. Let me but live to see him, and I write My ambition satisfied He's here. Where? Here, In me your truest servant is return'd. Does he affect her? I call all thats good To witnesse with me, I discharg'd with zeale The unkind office to my selfe, but could not Incline him to returne to any softnesse: In briefe, he has unworthily engag'd That heart belonging to you, and would not be Provoked to see you agen. Eugenia.