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A12142
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The lady of pleasure A comedie, as it vvas acted by her Majesties Servants, at the private House in Drury Lane. Written by James Shirly.
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Shirley, James, 1596-1666.
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to be reveng'd Exit Sent. She in the midst Lo. She 's faire I must confesse But does she keepe this distance out of state Cel. Though I am poore in language to expresse How much your Lordship honors me my heart Is rich and proud in such a guest I shall Be out of love with every aire abroad And for his grace done my unworthy house Be a fond prisoner become anchorite And spend my houres in prayer to reward The blessing and the bounty of this presence Lor. Though you could turne each place you move in to A temple rather than a wall should hide So rich a beauty from the world it were Lesse want to lose our piety and your prayer A throne were fitter to present you to Our wonder whence your eyes more worth than all They looke on should chaine every heart a prisoner Sent. T was pretty well come off Lo. By your example I shall know how to complement in this You more confirme my welcome Cel. I shall love My lippes the better if their silent language Perswade your Lordship but to thinke so truely Lo. You make me smile Madam Cel. I hope you came not With feare that any sadnesse here should shake One blossome from your eye I should be miserable To present any object should displease you Lo. You doe not Madam Cel. As I should account It no lesse sorrow if your Lordship should Lay too severe a censure on my freedome I wonot court a Prince against his justice Nor bribe him with a smile to thinke me honest Pardon my Lord this boldnesse and the mirth That may flow from me I beleeve my father Thought of no winding sheete when he begot me Lor. She has a merry soule it will become Me aske your pardon Madam for my rude Approach so much a stranger to your knowledge Cel. Not my Lord so much stranger to my knowledge Though I have but seene your person a farre oft I am acquianted with your character Which I have heard so often I can speake it Lo. You shall doe me an honor Cel. If your Lordship will Be patient Lo. And glad to heare my faults Cel. That as your conscience can agree upon em How ever if your Lordship give me priviledge I le tell you what 's the opinion of the world Lo. You cannot please me better Cel. Y' are a Lord Borne with as much nobilitie as would Divided serve to make ten noble men Without a Herald but with so much spirit And height of soule as well might furnish twenty You are learnd a thing not compatible now With native honour and are master of A language that doth chaine all yeares and charme All hearts where you perswade a wit so flowing And prudence to correct it that all men Beleeve they onely meete in you which with A spacious memory make up the full wonders To these you have knowne valour and upon A noble cause know how to use a sword To honors best advantage though you were none You are as bountifull as the showers that fall Into the Springs greene besome as you were Created Lord of fortune not her steward So constant to the cause in which you make Your selfe an advocate you dare all dangers And men had rather you should be their friend Than justice or the bench bound up together Lor. But did you heare all this Cel. And more my Lord Lor. Pray let me have it Madam Cel. To all these vertues there is added one Your Lordship will remember when I name it I speake but what I gather from the voyce Of others it is growne to a full fame That you have lov'd a woman Lo. But one Madam Cel. Yes many give me leave to smile my Lord I shall not neede to interpret in what sence But you have shewd your selfe right honorable And for your love to Ladies have deserv'd If their vote might prevaile a marble statue I make no comment on the peoples text My Lord I should be sorry to offend Lor. You cannot Madam these are things we owe To nature for Cel. And honest men will pay Their debts Lo. If they be able or compound Cel. She had a hard heart would be unmercifull And not give day to men so promising But you ow'd women nothing Lo. Yes I am Still in their debt and I must owe them love It was part of my character Cel. With your Lordships Pardon I onely said you had a fame For loving women but of late men say You have against the imperiall lawes of love Restraind the active flowings of your bloud And with a Mistris buried all that is Hop'd for in loves succession as all beauty Had died with her and left the world benighted In this you more dishonor all our sexe Than you did grace a part when every where Love tempts your eye to admire a glorious harvest And every where as full blowne eares submit Their golden heads the laden trees bow downe Their willing fruit and court your amorous tasting Lor. I see men would dissect me to a fibre But doe you beleeve this Cel. It is my wonder I must confesse a man of nobler earth Then goes to vulgar composition Borne and bred high so unconfind so rich In fortunes and so read in all that summe Vp humane knowledge to feed gloriously And live at court the onely spheare wherein True beauty moves natures most wealthy garden Where every blossome is more worth than all The Hesperian fruite by jealous Dragon watch'd Where all delights doe circle appetite And pleasures multiply by being tasted Should be so lost with thought of one turne ashes There 's nothing left my Lord that can excuse you Vnlesse you pleade what I am asham'd to prompt Your wisedome too Lo. What that Cel. That you have plaid The Surgeon with your selfe Lo. And am made Eunuch Cel. It were much pitty Lo. Trouble not your selfe I could convince your feares with demonstration That I am man enough but knew not where Vntill this meeting beauty dwelt the court You talk'd of must be where the queene of love is Which moves but with your person in your eye Her glory shines and onely at that flame Her wanton boy doth light his quickning torch Cel. Nay now you complement I would it did My Lord for your owne sake Lor. You would be kind And love me then Cel. My Lord I should be loving Where I found worth to invite it and should cherish A constant man Lor. Then you should me Madam Cel. But is the ice about your heart fallen off Can you returne to doe what love commands Cupid thou shall have instand sacrifice And I dare be the Priest Lor. Your hand your lip Now I am proofe gainst all temptation Cel Your meaning my good Lord Lor. I that have strength Against thy voyce and beauty after this May dare the charmes of womankind thou art Bella Maria unprophaned yet This Magicke has no power upon my bloud Farewell Madam if you durst be the example Of chaste as
kin to Spirits The truth is nay if you looke pale already I ha done Are. Sir I beseech you Ale If you have But courage then to know the truth I le tell you In one word my chiefe friend is the devill Are. What devill How I tremble Ale Have a heart T was a shee divell too a most insatiate Abominable devill with a taile Thus long Are. Goodnesse defend me did you see her Al. No t was i' th darke but she appeard first to me I' th likenesse of a Bedlam and was brought I know not how nor whither by two Goblins More hooded than a Hawke Are. But would you venter Vpon a devill Al. I for meanes Are. How blacke An impudence is this But are you sure It was the devill you enjoy'd Al. Say nothing I did the best to please her but as sure As you live t was a Helcat Are. De' e not quake Al. I found my selfe the very same in i' th morning Where two of her familiars had left me Enter Servant Ser. My Lord is come to visite you Al. No words As you respect my safety I ha told tales Out of the devills schoole if it be knowne I lose a friend t is now about the time I promis'd her to meete agen at my Returne I le tell you wonders not a word Exit Are. T is a false glasse sure I am more deform'd What have I done my soule is miserable Enter Lord Lor. I sent you a letter Madam Are. You exprest Your noble care of me my Lord Enter Bornwell Celestina Bor. Your Lordship Does me an honour Lor. Madam I am glad To see you here I meant to have kist your hand Ere my returne to Court Cel. Sir Thomas has Prevaild to bring me to his trouble hither Lor. You doe him grace Bor. Why what 's the matter Madam Your eyes are tuning Lachrimae Are. As you Doe hope for heaven withdraw and give me but The patience of ten minutes Born Wonderfull I wonot heare you above that proportion Shee talkes of heaven come where must we to counsell Ar. You shall conclude me when you please Bo. I follow Lor. What alteration is this I that so late Stood the temptation of her eye and voyce Boasted a heart 'bove all licentious flame At second veiw turne renegade and thinke I was too superstitious and full Of phlegme not to reward her amorous Courtship With manly freedome Cel. I obey you sir Bor. I le waite upon your Lordship presently Lor. She could not want a cunning to seeme honest When I neglected her I am resolv'd You still looke pleasant Madam Cel. I have cause My Lord the rather for your presence which Hath power to charme all trouble in my thoughts Lor. I must translate that complement and owe All that is cheerefull in my selfe to these All quickning smiles and rather than such bright Eyes should repent their influence upon me I would release the aspects and quit the bountie Of all the other starres Did you not thinke me A strange and melancholy gentleman To use you so unkindly Cel. Me my Lord Lor. I hope you made no loude complaint I wod not Be tride by a Jury of Ladies Cel. For what my Lord Lor. I did not meete that noble entertainment You were late pleasd to shew me Cel. I observd No such defect in your Lorship but a brave And noble fortitude Lor. A noble folly I bring repentance for t I know you have Madam a gentle faith and wonot ruine What you have built to honour you Cel. What 's that Lor. If you can love I le tell your Ladiship Cel. I have a stubborne soule else Lor. You are all Composd of harmony Cel. What love de' e meane Lor. That which doth perfect both Madam you have heard I can be constant and if you consent To grace it so there is a spacious dwelling Prepar'd within my heart for such a Mistrisse Cel. Your Mistris my good Lord Lor. Why my good Lady Your sexe doth hold it no dishonour To become Mistris to a noble servant In the now court Platonicke way consider Who t is that pleades to you my birth and present Value can be no staine to your embrace But these are shadowes when my love appeares Which shall in his first miracle returne Me in my bloome of youth and thee a Virgin When I within some new Elisium Of purpose made and meant for us shall be In every thing Adonis but in his Contempt of love and court thee from a Daphne Hid in the cold rinde of a bashfull tree With such warme language and delight till thou Leape from that bayes into the queene of love And pay my conquest with composing garlands Of thy owne mirtle for me Cel. What 's all this Lor. Consent to be my Mistris Celestina And we will have it Spring-time all the yeare Vpon whose invitations when we walke The windes shall play soft descant to our feete And breathe rich odors to repure the aire Greene bowers on every side shall tempt our stay And Violets stoope to have us treade upon em The red rose shall grow pale being neere thy cheeke And the white blush orecome with such a forehead Here laid and measuring with our selves some banke A thousand birds shall from the woods repaire And place themselves so cunningly behinde The leaves of every tree that while they pay As tribute of their songs thou shat imagine The very trees beare musicke and sweet voyces Doe grow in every arbour here can we Embrace and kisse tell tales and kisse agen And none but heaven our rivall Cel. When we are Weary of these what if we shift our Paradise And through a grove of tall and even pine Descend into a Vally that shall shame All the delights of Tempe upon whose Greene plush the graces shall be cald to dance To please us and maintaine their Fairy revells To the harmonious murmurs of a streame That gently falls upon a rocke of pearle Here doth the Nimph forsaken Eccho dwell To whom we 'le tell the story of our love Till at our surfet and her want of joy We breake her heart with envy not farre off A grove shall call us to a wanton river To see a dying Swan give up the ghost The fishes shooting up their teares in bubbles That they must lose the Genius of their waves And such love linsey woolsey to no purpose Lor. You chide me hansomely pray tell me how You like this language Cel. Good my Lord forbeare Lor. You neede not flie out of this circle Madam These widowes so are full of circumstance I le undertake in this time I ha courted Your Ladiship for the toy to ha broken ten Nay twenty colts Virgins I meane and taught em The amble or what pace I most affected Cel. Y' are not my Lord agen the Lord I thought you And I must tell you now you doe forget Your selfe and me Lor. You 'le not be angry Madam Cel Nor rude though gay men