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 T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 481 words
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No, no; there is no hope, 'tis but an unmannerly trick of any Master, to leave his man of'is fashion; 'tis well there is no press abroad, no disguised Constables twelve pence, and the king's name would put me into a pitiful Fever, and I should curse Sir Gervace in another Country, as often as I heard the report of a Musket, for bringing me up no better, that might ha' hued quietly at home, and gone a feasting with the trained Band without any danger. Here is another youth, and his commodity, I'll inquire of him, Pray did you see my Master? Thy Master, what's he. A Knight Sir, I'll assure you, of the last edition that Was my foolish Master, for want of a better. His name? Sir Gervace Simple. Something of a black complexion, with a weasel face. The same Sir. In a doublet of Orange-tawny Satin, richly laced? and blue trunk hose very suitable? Very right Sir. A long Italian Cloak came down to his elbows, a Spanish Ruff, and long French stockings. just the same, how happy was I to meet with this Gentleman. Faith honest friend, I saw none such. Pox o' these questions. But if thou'lt go with me, I may chance help to a sight of this Pageant. Heaven bless your worship, and the sweet faced modicum in your company. To prison with your servants Husband; hang Them all, unless they find our daughters. And I have sent to Sir Iohn Woodhamore's, They may be with his Niece. They never used Thus to absent themselves; Oh me unhappy! we have been too indulgent. I would have had them more restrained, young wenches That have so many suitors, grow soon wanton, And throw off their obedience; had you been Forward as I, they had been married; And than we had not suffered this perplexity. I did commend an honourable man, But your deliberation hath marred all, And they were here again— Have patience wife, They are not lost for ever. No, no, lost? They'll come again, double I warrant you, And perhaps treble, with some unthrift husbands, Of their own choosing. It does trouble me. They were not used to walk abroad without A servant, to wait on 'em. You must think They have servants of their own, for such a business, Young maids have plenty of such waiting men, And this has been a long conspiracy, I'll lay my life. What hast found 'em yet? I can hear no news, And Sir Iohn Woodhamore is much troubled Sir, His Niece is gone too. hay day! Sh'as been absent Ever since morning. Precious, precious thieves! Eugenia's gone, let's have 'em cried together. They that have found 'em, will too soon I fear, Alter the property. We shall keep no virgins i'th' town shortly. Welcome Sir Iohn. Is not my Niece Eugenia here? Not here.
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No, no; there is no hope, 'tis but an unmannerly tricke of any Master, to leave his man o'this fashion; tis well there is no presse abroad, no disguis'd Constables twelve pence, and the Kings name would put mee into a pittifull Feaver, and I should curse Sir Gervace in another Country, as often as I heard the report of a Musket, for bringing me up no better, that might ha' hv'd quietly at home, and gone a feasting with the train'd Band without any danger. Here is another youth, and his commodity, I'le enquire of him, Pray did you see my Master? Thy Master, what's he. A Knight Sir, Ile assure you, of the last edition that Was my foolish Master, for want of a better. His name? Sir Gervace Simple. Something of a blacke complexion, with a weezell face. The same Sir. In a doublet of Orange-tawny Satten, richly laced? and blew trunke hose very sutable? Very right Sir. A long Italian Cloake came down to his elbowes, a Spanish Ruffe, and long French stockings. Iust the same, how happy was I to meet with this Gentleman. Faith honest friend, I saw none such. Pox o' these questions. But if thou'lt goe with me, I may chance helpe to a sight of this Pageant. Heaven blesse your worship, and the sweet fac'd modicum in your company. To prison with your servants Husband; hang Them all, unlesse they finde our daughters. And I have sent to Sir Iohn Woodhamores, They may be with his Neece. They never us'd Thus to absent themselves; Oh me unhappy! Wee have been too indulgent. I would have had them more restrain'd, yong wenches That have so many sutors, grow soone wanton, And throw off their obedience; had you been Forward as I, they had been married; And then wee had not suffered this perplexity. I did commend an honorable man, But your deliberation hath mar'd all, And they were here agen— Have patience wife, They are not lost for ever. No, no, lost? They'l come agen, double I warrant you, And perhaps treble, with some unthrift husbands, Of their owne choosing. It does trouble me. They were not us'd to walke abroad without A servant, to waite on 'em. You must thinke They have servants of their owne, for such a businesse, Young maids have plentie of such waiting men, And this has beene a long conspiracy, Ile lay my life. What hast found 'em yet? I can heare no newes, And Sir Iohn Woodhamore is much troubled Sir, His Neece is gone too. Hey day! Sh'as been absent▪ Ever since morning. Pretious, pretious theeves! Eugenias gone, lets have 'em cried together. They that have found em, will too soone I feare, Alter the property. We shall keepe no virgins ith towne shortly. Welcome Sir Iohn. Is not my Neece Eugenia here? Not here.