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 · 486 words
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But you Aurelia are not his; I will Appeal to his modest reason, that shall guide His eye to look on both again, I do not See what in me should not invite him hither, With as much ardour, rather more, since he Hath proved already your too much unkindness; What if this noble Gentleman should lose His wits upon 't, will all your beauty call His straggling senses to their seat again? I'll seek him out betimes and comfort him. 'tis more than will become you sister. How? And it must bring your modesty in question, To follow one that cares not for you Thus I may awake his noble flame, nor is it Any dishonour when the world shall know How you have used him, if I make return, To what I loved so dearly. Not while I may challenge interest; here are company Let us withdraw, I have something more to tell you. Defer it rather now; here comes my hope. How's this? nay then I'll stay a little longer. By your leave Gentlewomen, I should mock you To call you Ladies; perhaps you may wonder at me. I see no cause. Have you no eyes? Such as you see? Oh eyes no eyes but Mountains fraught with tears! he's turned Ieronymo. Go by, Ieronymo, go by, go by. Do y' know where you are? Yes, and to whom I speak I hope. Noble Sir, I hope you do not scorn us. Scorn you, no; but I do not care a rush for you, you might have had me when I was offered, 'tis none of my fault, and you do fall to eating of chalk, and die o'th' black jaundice, I cannot help it now for I proclaim, here is the what do y' call it, of my heart. Has he won this Lady? I suspect her: I hope you have not quite forsaken me; Virgins for custom's sake, sometimes deny, Believe me Sir, when you did plead for love My heart did not so much as think on't. Nay 'tis no matter, I ha' took my course, yet I Have a suit to you that you would not break your heart, Nor you, to see us kiss. Nectar! immortal nectar! Oh let this Diamond purchase such another, 'tis pity that my lips should ever open, To let the breath she gave me, out again. Do y' pay so much for every kiss? a Diamond? I never offer less to touch her lip; marry her hand, or her a— or foot or so, I may salute for a ruby, or an emerald or a satire; or so, but I have stones— now do thou speak a little for their further mortification. I did not think to have returned so soon A trouble to you but the importunity Of this most worthy Gentleman prevailed, I think there was some Magic in his tongue.
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But you Aurelia are not his; I will Appeale to his modest reason, that shall guide His eye to looke on both agen, I doe not See what in me should not invite him hither, With as much ardor, rather more, since he Hath prov'd already your too much unkindnesse; What if this noble Gentleman should lose His wits upon 't, will all your beautie call His straggling senses to their seate agen? Ile seeke him out betimes and comfort him. Tis more than will become you sister. How? And it must bring your modesty in question, To follow one that cares not for you Thus I may awake his noble flame, nor is it Any dishonor when the world shall know How you have us'd him, if I make returne, To what I lov'd so deerely. Not while I may challeng interest; here are company Let us withdraw, I have something more to tell you. Deferre it rather now; here comes my hope. How's this? nay then Ile stay a little longer. By your leave Gentlewomen, I should mock you To call you Ladies; perhaps you may wonder at me. I see no cause. Have you no eyes? Such as you see? Oh eyes no eies but Mountaines fraught with teares! Hee's turnd Ieronymo. Goe by, Ieronymo, goe by, goe by. Doe y' know where you are? Yes, and to whom I speake I hope. Noble Sir, I hope you doe not scorne us. Scorne you, no; but I doe not care a rush for you, you might have had me when I was offered, tis none of my fault, and you doe fall to eating of chalke, and dye oth' black jaundise, I cannot helpe it now for I proclaime, here is the what doe y' call it, of my heart. Has he wonne this Lady? I suspect her: I hope you have not quite forsaken me; Virgins for custome sake, sometimes deny, Beleeve me Sir, when you did plead for love My heart did not so much as think on't. Nay tis no matter, I ha' tooke my course, yet I Have a sute to you that you would not breake your heart, Nor you, to see us kisse. Nectar! immortall nectar! Oh let this Diamond purchase such another, Tis pitty that my lips should ever open, To let the breath she gave me, out agen. Doe y' pay so much for every kisse? a Diamond? I never offer lesse to touch her lip; marry her hand, or her a—or foote or so, I may salute for a ruby, or an emrode or a satire; or so, but I have stones—now doe thou speake a little for their further mortification. I did not thinke to have returnd so soone A trouble to you but the importunity Of this most worthy Gentleman prevail'd, I thinke there was some Magick in his tongue.