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A12137
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The gamester As it vvas presented by her Majesties Servants at the private house in Drury-Lane. Written by Iames Shirly.
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Shirley, James, 1596-1666.
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1637
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Your daughter may affect me ther 's at once Two blessings are they not and mightie ones Considering what I am how low how lost T'oth common aire Hu. Now you are wise Beo. But if Your daughter would confirme this and propound Her selfe my victorie Hu. What then Beo. I should condemne her and despise the conquest These things may bribe an Atheist not a Lover But you perhaps are ignorant I have given My faith away irrevocablie 't is The wealth of Violante and I wonot Basely steale backe a thought and yet I thanke you I am not so inhumane Hu. Will you not Preferre your life To honor and religion Beo. For shame be silent could you make me Lord Of my owne destiny and that Leonora Had empires for her dower and courted mee With all the flatteries of life to quit My vowes to Violante I would die Upon her bosome to meete death Hu. And death You must expect which will take off this braverie Beo. And I will kisse it kisse it like a Bride Hu. So resolute Beo. And if I cannot live My Violantes I will die her sacrifice Good sir no more you do not well to trouble The quiet of a Prisoner thus that cannot Be a too carefull Steward of those minuts Left him to make his peace tempt me no further The Earth is not so fixt as my resolues Rather to die then in one thought transplant My love from Violante Hu. Bee undone And this contempt shall hasten the divorce Of soule and love die and be soone forgotten Exit Enter Violante Beo. My Violante if there can be any joy Neighbour too so much greife I 'le powre it out To pay thy bounteous visit if my eyes Admit no fellowship in weeping 't is Because my heart which saw thee first would bid Thee welcome thither scorning to acknowledge There can be any thing but joy where thou art Vio. But sadnes my deere Beaumont while there is A cause that maks thee Prisoner I must weepe And empty many springs my eyes are now No prophets of thy sorrow but the witnes And when I thinke of death that waits upon thee I wither to a Ghost Beo. Why Violante We must all die restraine these weeping Fountaines Keepe 'em till I am dead dispence 'em then Upon my grave and I shall grow agen And in the sweete disguise of a faire Garden Salute the spring that gave mee greene and odour Why should not love transforme us Vio. Bee not lost In these imaginations Beo. Or perhapps Th' ast ambition she whose love made up A wonder to the World beside the pledge Of duty to her Lord fam'd Arthemisia Shall bee no more in storie for her Tombe For on the Earth that weighes my body downe When I am dead thy teares by the cold breath Of Heaven congeal'd to Beaumonts memorie Shall raise a monument of Pearle to our doe The great Mausolus Sepulcher Vio. No more Of this vaine language if you have any pittie On the poore Violante Ber. I ha done And yet I am going now to a long silence Allow my sorrow to take leave Violante Vio. It shall be so be valiant my heart Beaumont I come not to take leave of thee Be. Perhapps you 'le see me agen Vio. Agen and often Thy starres are gentle to thee many daies And yeeres are yet betweene thee and that time That threatens losse of breath see I can thus Disperse the Clouds sate heavie on my brow Wipe the moisture hence t is day agen Take beames into thy eye and let them sinke Upon thy better fortune live live happilie Be. Is Delamore alive Vio. Dead and interr'd Be. From what can this hope rise Vio. From thy selfe Beaumont If thou wilt save thy selfe I have heard all And by the duty of my love am bound To hide your resolution can you be So merciles to your selfe to refuse life When it is offer'd with the best advantage Is Leonoras love a price that should Buy you from all the World be counsell'd sir Oh do not loose your selfe in a vaine passion For thought of me I cancell all your vowes And give you backe your heart bee free againe If you will promise me to live and love Be. Leonora Vio. That best of woman-kinde a mine of sweetnes Be. But can you leave mee then Vio. I justifie Thy choice of me in that that to preserve thee Dare give thee backe agen be Leonoras For being mine th' art lost to all the World Better a thousand times thou be made hers Then we both loose I 'le pawne my faith shee le love thee I 'le be content to heare my Beaumonts well And visite thee sometimes like a glad sister And never beg a kisse but if I weepe At any time when we are together Do not beleeve 't is sorrow makes my eyes So wet but joy to see my Beaumont living As it is now to hope Be. If thou dost meane thus Thou dost the more to inflame me to be constant Be not a miracle and I may be tempted To love my life above thee by this kisse Oh give me but another in my death It will restore me by this innocent hand While as I wish my soule I wonot leave thee For the Worlds Kingdome Vio. But you must unlesse You change for Leonora thinke of that Thinke ere you be to rash Be. I 'le thinke of thee And honor to be read I love Violante But never could deserve her live thou happie And by thy vertue teach a neerer way To heaven we may meete yonder do not make me More miserable then I am by adding perjurie To my bloody sinne the memory of thee Will at my execution advance My spirit to a that men shall thinke I have chang'd my cause for martyrdome Vio. Then here As of a dying man I take my leave Farewell unhappie Beaumont I 'le pray for thee Beo. T is possible I may live yet and be thine Vio. These teares embalme thee If in this World we never meete My life is buried in thy winding sheete Beo. This exceeds all my sorrow Act. V. Enter Wilding Wi. I am justly punish'd now for all my tricks And pride o' th flesh I had ambition To make men cuckolds now the divell has paid me Paid me i' th same coine and I 'le compare My forehead with the broadest of my neighbors But ere it spreads too monstrous I must have Some plot upon this Hazard he supposes He has enjoy'd Penelope and my tricke To drive the opinion home to get him marrie her And make her satisfaction the wench Has oft commended him he may be wonne too 't I never meant to part with all her portion Perhaps hee le thanke me for the moytie And this dispos'd on shee 's conjur'd to silence It must bee so Enter Hazard Ha. Jacke Wilding how i st man How goes the Plough at home what sayes the Lady Guinever that was humbled in your absence You have the credit with her all the glorie Of my nights worke
treasure living beeing lost must needs Be a great part of sorrow but my eyes Though they can never paie to many drops To the sad memory of Delamore Shed not all these for him there is another That makes me weepe Bar. Another whom you love Leo. Heaven knowes I never let into my heart Affection to a second I am so farre From loving him I wish we may nere meete I am not safe in my owne bosome while I thinke upon him it begets new springs Within my eyes which will in litle time Rise to a flood and drowne me Bar. I conceive This is no friend of yours come I 'le releeve you Nay and there be any man that troubles you If there be any you 'd have talk'd withall I 'le rid you of that care he that shall offer But to disturbe you in a thought d' ee marke me I 'le take an order with him Leo. What will you doe Bar. Do not mistake me neither I 'le do nothing But send my Nephew he shall top him And top him and scourge him like a top too You know not how my Nephew is improv'd Since you last saw him valiant as Hercules He has knock'd the flower of Chivalry the verie Donzal del Phebo of the time and all The blades do reverence him I 'le say no more Name but the man whom you do frowne upon And let me send my Nephew to him Leo. Shanot neede I have no enemie to engage his sword My discontents flow from a neerer person I grieve to say my father Bar. How your father Say but the word and I will send my Nephew To him and he were ten fathers he can mollifie him To please you Lady my Nephew never spare him Oh had you seene him baffle a squire this morning Leo. Pray no more you shall do me a noble office To leave me to my selfe Enter Servant Ser. Mistresse Violante Is come to visit you Leo. I waite upon her Your gentle pardon Exit Ba. Would my Nephew had her Shee is S. Richards heire and here he is S. Richard Enter S. Richard Hurry and Surgeon Hu. Oh Master Barnacle I 'le waite upon you Bar. That 's Master Probe the Surgeon Hu. No more you know my meaning Pr. Yes sir Hu. Let him be buried Pr. I understand you sir Exit Bar. I have beene discoursing With your faire daughter Hu. Where is Leonora Ser. Shee 's within sir Hu. Bid her come hither Master Barnacle I am something troubled about a gentleman Bar. And I am glad I met with you If you be troubled with any gentleman I 'le send my Nephew to him Hu. To whom or whither Bar. To any man alive I care not whether Hu. Send him to Jerusalem Bar. That 's something o' th furthest I shall be Unwilling he should travell out o' th Kingdome Enter Leonora Violante aloofe Hu. Leonera Neerer Ba. Who is that A prettie gentlewoman save you mistresse What is your name I pray Vio. I am cal'd Violante Bar. Are you a maide Vio. I should be sorrie else Bar. D' ee know my Nephew Vio. Not I sir Bar. Not my Nephew how have you beene bred Why hee 's the onley gallant o' th Towne Please you I 'le send him to you Vio. What to doe sir Ba. He shall do any thing the townes afraid on him Vio. Oh! praie keepe him from me then Bar. Hee 'le hurt no women but for the men Vio. Ther 's one has hurt to much alreadie Bar. What is he I 'le send my Nephew to him Lady If you have any occasion never spare him Vio. Not I sir Hu. Looke to 't and correct this humor I 'le to him presentlie Master Barnacle Let me intreat your companie to a gentleman I 'le waite as much on you Bar. You shall command mee If 't be to any man you care not for Wee 'le take my Nephew along Exeunt Hu. It sha not neede Leo. Oh Violante I Must now require some fruite of all thy promises Vio. You hold me not suspected Leo. Leonora Cannot be so ingratefull but we have Small limit for discourse my father meanes To visit Beaumont now in Prison thou Wilt heare too soone the storie and without Prevention finde thy selfe more miserable Oh Violante I will suffer with him Rather then injure thee I prethee go Uisit thy friend not mine and as thou lou'st mee As thou lou'st him or thy owne life Violante Bid him be constant to thee tell him what fame Dwells upon noble lovers that have seal'd Faith to their Mistresses in blood what glorie Can perjur'd men expect that loose their honor To save a poore breath bid him be assur'd If for the hope of life his soule can be So much corrupted to embrace a thought That I shall ever love him Vio. You Leonora Leo. Never oh never tell him so by vertue And the cold blood of my slaine Delamore Although my father threaten death Vio. Your father Leo. Make hast sweete Violante to the Prison There thou shalt know all there thou shalt have proofe How much thou art belov'd and by my death If he prove false to thee how much I love thee Exit Vio. I am amaz'd and my soule much distracted Twixt griefe and wonder it growes late i' th morning I le visit the sad Prisoner my hart trembles More can but kill me too I 'm fit to die And woes but hasten immortality Exit Enter Hazard and a Box-keeper Ha. How now what Gamesters Bo. Little to any purpose yet but we Expect deepe play to night Enter Wilding Wi. Will Hazard I have beene seeking thee this Two howers and now I have found thee avoide me Ha. Thar' t not infectious Wi. No but I swell with my imaginations Like a tall Ship bound for the fortunate Ilands Top and Top-gallant my flags and my figaries Upon me with a lustie gale of winde Able to rend my sailes I shall o'rerunne And sinke thy little Barke of understanding In my careere boy Ha. Pray heaven rather You do not spring a leake and forfit your Ballast my confident man of Warre I Have knowne as stout a Ship beene cast away In sight o' th Harbour Wi. The wench the wench boy Ha. The Vessell you have beene chasing Wi. Has strooke Saile Is come in and cries abord my new Lord of The Mediterranean we are agree'd This is the pretious night Will twelve the hower That I must take possession of all Of all there are some Articles agreed on Enter a Lord and Sell-away Whoe 's this Ha. Oh! the Gamesters now come in That gaie man is a Lord and with him Sell-away Wi. They are well coupled a Lord and Sell-away Ha. He weares good clothes you see and in the street More look'd at then the Pageants he will talke litle Wi. To purpose Ha. Right he cannot walke Out of his sincopace and no man carries Legs more in tune he is danc'd now from his sempstresse Wi. A man much bound to his Tailor Ha. And his Barber He has