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A12141
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The humorous courtier A comedy, as it hath been presented with good applause at the private house in Drury-Lane. Written by Iames Shirley Gent.
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Shirley, James, 1596-1666.
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1640
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STC 22447; ESTC S117374
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Vol. I want a soule signiour if she ever Honour'd me with any phrase but what is Vsuall in her Complement t'other Lords Con. I st possible Vol. He has discoverd somewhat that concernes My joy Nature needes no excuse why a Dutchesse should affect a travail'd Lord You are great too within our memory These were her words hum Com. Signiour Contarini Con. My Lord Com. You observ'd the Dutchesse language Con. Am I not thinking on 't heart why doe ye Interupt me Com. How 's this my Lord Volterre Vol. Your pleasure signiour Com. You have a fortunate skill in translation Of misterious language I pray lend me Your censure upon the last words the Dutchesse Vttered Vol. Hah signiour they concerne not me I am Forgotten by my starres I Volterre Is lost to all Eyesight but his owne Com. Doe our braines melt this hot weather These men Were heretofore discreete and now they talke A if they had no Eyelids like things that Never slept I finde the cause Exit Con. Quoth she he lookes younger then when he stood By Hymens tapers good very good I have O were I single now my wife my wife She ruines all this hope Vol. Since I have travel'd brought from France the nice Amorous cringe that so inchants Ladies T is fit I use it often the tongue is Powerfull too and I inrich in languages It shall be knowne Con. Signiour Volterre Vol. To bring Revels in the Court that 's the way I have my selfe an able chine and I Can friske like a Goate which females call A lucky symptome Signiour Contarini Con. Your lop must excuse me I 'm a little Serious Vol. O for a sight of Iupiters wardrobe That I might immetate the shape in which He courted Diana Con. Signiour Volterre Vol. I my Lord that 's my name I le goe write It downe least this businesse make me forget it Exit Con. Rebellious blood must I neëds marry had I but delaid my lust a month I might Have wasted then my strength and nature to A nobler purpose beget Princes now I am in bondage to my marriage vow Exit Act. 2. Scena 1. Enter Contarini Dandalo Con. MY Wife must do 't and then I may effect My hope with the great Dutchesse as soone as he Most proud of demerits Dandalo Where 's your Lady Dan. Your Lordship may heare both her voyce and Lute Shee s in the garden with Reollo your Musitian Con. Heare does she so much dispaire of long life That she need flatter her soule to tarry here With soft Ayres and wanton Musicke Danda. My Lord Con. Conduct her hither Enter Carintha Car. I saw your entrance you bring newes from Court Let me share in 't Con. I must worke her to it with art and leisure Car. What does your lop say Con. Sweete lend me thy eare in private can I Demand a thing from her that slumbred in My bosome and she be so unkind To give my sute a hard repulse Car. My Lord I am not guilty of a cause That can warrant your suspect either of My love or duty Con. I beleeve thee deere Carintha but this Injunction is so severe and strange 't will Puzle thy consent at first Car. Sir make it knowne I cannot be so slow In any performance of your will as you Are to reveale it Con. Thy breath is sweeter then the smoke ascending From the Phoenix funerall pile I could Kisse thee even engender on thy lips Car. You were not wont to be thus pleasd shew me Which way I may requite your passion speake The sute you talke on Con. Now I know the strength of thy affection I slight my sute the grave will prove to easie Car. What is it Con. I le have thee onely kill thy selfe cruch thou Shat doe it hah Car. Sir I suspect your health you were not wont To shew your speech so much estrang'd from reason Con. Is this your love your forward kindnesse Car. Scarse has the Moone expir'd a change since you Received me in your bed a cold Virgin Are you so soone tyred with sacred marriage Desirous to motive my eternall Absence and by a meanes so cruell sir How have I deserved your hatred or please But to reveale the profit which by death Can bring you Con. I have not leasure to reply to your Demands will you do 't Car. You fright my soule Con. Orseollo happy you whose frozen nature Will not permit a closure with a woman The sex doe quite degenerate from those Great patternes which the former age produced Portia swallowed fire to please her husbands ghost Who inticed him to Elisium Lucresse To purchase life unto her memory Noyse at her funerall such as might cleave Her fame priced her deare heart and dyed Car. We have a certaine faith a faith That can assure reward or punishment For deeds we know our dwelling after death Which Roman soules unlawfully did seeke And found too soone we are prescrib'd those act That makes us Angels Con. She has bin gossipping with the holy Sisters zeale and purity Car. It were safer for my soule if your selfe Would be my Executioner Con. I thanke you Lop I am exposed To the justice of the law he whose rich And his Prince become his heire cannot live long Besides my hopes to enjoy the Duchesse Are then quite frustrate Car. What said your Lop Con. I did not thinke Carintha thou hadst beene So sterne of nature t' hast a stubborne heart Deny my first request Car. Should I kill my selfe Con. Why must we not all dye 't is a thrifty Conscience that perswades the soule to hasten Her departure hence to avoid future guilt Car. You counsell strangely I have deserv'd more Kindenesse from your tongue Con. If thou suspect'st thou hast not fortitude Enough t' attempt thy death by violence Expire with leasure refraine from meate till Th' orifice of thy stomacke close and grow Together or when thou feedst eate Arsnicke Dye any way so the law call not me Thy murderer Car. Heaven secure me have you the use of all Your sences ye speake thus Con. But if you le choose an easier way each morning Fetch a tedious sigh or two t will make your Heart to cleave I le give you cause enough to doe 't Car. You have a bloody mind Con. Or as some Country Virgins doe scratch morter From an aged wall and eate it up in Private so die on the greene disease but now I thinke upon 't that 's to perplex away Vnto the Grave Car. I dare not hate the thought y'have tempted me Beyond mortall patience oh unkind Destiny Exit Con. Doe fret gall thy heart strings till they breake Ive the engine of a babe any man That had arrived at halfe my yeares would soone Invent a safe way to shift that trifle From him Hum who shall I get to doe 't Happy fancy 't is mature I will Above it strait Exit Enter Depazzi Laura and Crispino De. I sent you a Letter Maddam Lau. My Lord