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The royall master as it vvas acted in the nevv Theater in Dublin: and before the Right Honorable the Lord Deputie of Ireland, in the Castle. Written by Iames Shirley.
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Shirley, James, 1596-1666.
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Might have my choyse I would live with you Madam A neighbour to this innocence your mother Enter Simphorosa The king is come already Enter King Duke Montalto Guido Aloisio Alexio King Madam though you are So unkinde as not to see the court sometime The court is come to visit you Sim. You have Humbled your selfe too much to doe us honour King The Duke of Florence Sim. T is a blessing that My roofe can boast so great a guest King Her daughter Worth your salute Duke Shee is worth a world my Lord What is that Ladies name Mont. In this you most Appeare a stranger shee is the glory Of Naples for her person and her vertues That dwells in this obscure place like the shrine Of some great Saint to which devotion From severall parts brings daily men like pilgrimes Duke Her name Mont. Shee is wit beauty chastity and all That can make woman lovely to mans soule So farre from the capacitie of ill That vertues in all other of her Sex Like staines but fit of her perfection And when is named all goodnesse in her titles The ornament nay glory of them all Is Domitilla Sir Duke You speake her high And I may guesse by your description My Lord this Lady hath another name Shee is your mistresse Mont. Not mine she was created for some Prince And can beside her vertues bring a fortune Worth his embrace Duke What charmes are in her lookes Mont. Are you there Duke this meeting was my project Things may succeede to my ambition If I doe noose your highnesse Sim. Please your Majestie King All things must please here Duke I follow Sir Sim. This is a grace I ever must be proud of Exeunt The second Act Bombo Iacamo Bom. Have they almost dined stay stay a little Iaca. The last course is o' th table Why doe not you waite Bom. That were a way indeede to be discovered No the King shall pardon me he has Not seene me yet for all his cunning Iaca. Whom doe you meane Bom. The King thou art ignorant I le tell thee after dinner 'i th meane time Direct a wandring bottle of wine this way And let me alone though I appeare not in 't I may have a humour to make a Maske if they Stay supper Iac. Thou make a Maske Bom. I doe not say I le write one for I ha' not My writing tongue though I could once have read But I can give if neede be the designe Make worke among the Deale boards and perhaps Can teach 'em as good language as another Of competent ignorance things goe not now By learning I have read 't is but to bring Some pretty impossibillities for Antemaskes A little sence and wit dispos'd with thrift With here and there Monsters to make 'em laugh For the grand businesse to have Mercury Or Venus Dandeprat to usher in Some of the gods that are good fellowes dancing Or goddesses and now and then a song To fill a gap a thousand crownes perhaps For him that made it and there 's all the wit Iaca. In what Bom. In getting of the money Iaca. You are witty signior Bombo to advance The muse I le fetch a bottle that you talk'd o' Exit Bom. If there be a superfluous Phesant T will quell my hunger for a time I heare Intelligence of an Oleo if any Such things may be recovered from the courtiers That have beene appetites upon hunting dinners You shannot neede to enquire much after me Enter Iacamo I shall be here abouts why thou hast wings Iaca. A bottle of rich wine Bom. Thou wert alwayes honest Iaca. There 's asking for my Ladies Secretary Bom. I knew 't I am not here Doe they inquire already come I le pledge thee What wilt thou say if some body be sent for to Court Iaca. I le drinke some bodies health Bom. Th' art a good fellow and this curtesie Shall be remembred Within call Iacamo Iaca. I am cald Bom. Leave leave your wicker frien wee le drinke a cup When thou art gone t is very excellent wine And now I have a stomacke like an edge toole But no good comes of idlenesse tother cup The bottle growes light headed how now friend No dish of meat appeare nothing to shew The Kitchin and the Wineseller are friends I would the Cooke were rosted honest Iacamo Enter Iacamo and Pietro I was thinking of a brace of Cocks just as you came Iaca. I have retriv'd a covey of Partridge for thee Piet. And a cup of Greeke wine heere 's to thee Bom. I understand Greeke wine I le lose no time Iaca. What 's this a Booke Bom. No t is my learned trencher Which Schollers sometimes eate Euclid they call it In my opinion this wing and legge Is worth all bodies mathematicall Now let 's dispute in Greek to the Kings health Pie To me I le pledge Iaca. It shall goe round Bom. And why doe you thinke my friend the King Came hither with the Duke Pie To dine Bom. Thy braines are in thy guts you shall heare more What 's this Iaca. Potato Bulley Bom. A cup of wine to cleare the passage so Here is as they say Latine here is Greeke and Here is for ought I know an Hebrew roote most learnedly Met together Iaca. Hee le be drunke presently Bom. Bottle in battle ray present give fire so as You were have they good stomacks Iacamo How feeds the King Iaca. He was very pleasant with your Lady But the Duke feedes upon her lookes Bom. My Ladies health my Lady little Domitillaes health Pie Well said about about Bom. I am about another to our reverend Lady Simphorosa So so this wine they say will make us see things double Here is but one Leg visible well for this favour Gentlemen if I be forc'd to live in court I le make You all in time who can write or reade among you Both None none we scorne it Bom. You shall have all preferment trust to me And marke my steps heere to the curteous drinker Now doe I finde a noble constitution in me now Could I leape would thou wert any living Lady In my way now Iaca. Away the Lords are risen Bom. The Lords doe rise and fall Piet. Hee s paid the King will come this way Bom. Every man goe his owne way I wonnot see The King for all this Enter Guido Aloisio Aloxio Friend Guid. This is the Ladies Secretary pray my Lords Be acquainted with him Bom. d ee heare no body say he saw me I wonnot Be seene yet He reeles in Guid. Though he be made a spectacle but leave him 'T was a handsome entertainement o' the sudden Alo. A pretty hunting dinner but did you not Observe with what intention the Duke Shot eyes on Domitilla Alex. And the King Applied all his discourse to her I know not He has made no vow against a second marriage But if he choose at home and looke at beauty Guid. Shee s a very pretty talking Lady Ale Very ingenious Aloi. And
THE ROYALL MASTER As it was Acted in the new Theater in Dublin AND Before the Right Honorable the Lord Deputie of Ireland in the Castle Written by IAMES SHIRLEY Fas extera quaerere rigna LONDON 〈…〉 To the Right Honorable GEORGE Earle of Kildare Baron of Ophalie and Primier Earle of the Kingdome of Ireland My Lord IT was my happinesse being a stranger in this kingdome to kisse your Lordships hands to which your noblenesse and my owne ambition encourag'd me nor was it without justice to your name to tender the first fruits of my observance to your Lordship whom this Island acknowledgeth her first native Ornament and top branch of Honour Be pleased now my most honorable Lord since my Affaires in England hasten my departure and prevent my personall attendance that something of me may be honourd to waite upon you in my absence this Poeme t is new and never yet personated but expected with the first when the English Stage shall bee recovered from her long silence and her now languishing scene changed into a welcome returne of wits and men And when by the favour of the winds and Sea I salute my Country againe I shall report a story of the Jrish honour and hold my selfe not meanely fortunate to have beene written and receiv'd The humblest of your Lordships servants IAMES SHIRLEY To my Ingenious Friend James Shirley upon his Royall Master AS a rich gemme enchac'd in gold affords More radiant lustre to the gazers eye Inprison'd so within it selfe it hoords Vp all the beamy treasures of the skie Beames loose reflex on bodies diaphane But cast on solids they rebound againe So would thy lines my Friend in paper pent Contract the whole applauses of the age But should they a neglected ornament Be soly made the study of the Stage They might like water in the Sunshine set Retaine his image not impart his heate Then Print thy Poem Shirley 't were a fault To dungion this instructive peece of thine Had the Sunnes Spheare beene made a thicke rib'd vault We had receiv'd no influence from his shine Thou shouldst die traitour to succeeding times And thy best vertues prove but splendid crimes IAMES MERVYN On Mr. James Shirley's Royall Master SVch curious eyes as in a Poeme looke For the most part doe finde the printed booke With verses frontispic'd to shew their wit In praise of the authors which occasions it And I have seene some peeces that have stood In neede of witnesses to prove them good This Poets skill is here so clearely showne In offering light to his they dimme their owne For all that with unsquinted eyes shall see This well limb'd pecce of polish'd poesie In justice to themselves must needes confesse Friends cannot adde nor envie make it lesse FRA. BVTLER Vpon Mr. James Shirley his Comedy cal'd The Royall Master VVHen Spencer reign'd sole Prince of Poets here As by his Fairy Queene doth well appeare There was not one so blind so bold a Bard So ignorantly proud or foolish-hard To encounter his sweete Muse for Phoebus vow'd A sharp revenge on him should be so proud And when my Shirley from the Albion shore Comes laden with the Muses all their store Transferres to Dublin full Parnassus brings And all the riches of Castalian Springs Shall we not welcome him with our just votes And shall we doo 't with harsh and envious notes No no Thalia Envy shall not sit So high above our judgement and our wit As not to give just merit his due praise And crowne thy Poet with deserved Bayes Shirley stand forth and put thy Lawrell on Phoebus next heire now Ben is dead and gone Truly legitimate Ireland is so just To say you rise the Phenix of his dust And since thy Royall Master won so much On each Iudicious and hath stood the touch T is fit he should more then private when He weares two Crownes their votes and thy smooth penne DRV. COOPER On the Royall Master to his Friend the Author SMooth and unsullied lines keepe on your way From envies Ioss'le free a cleare ey'd day Smiles on your triumph onely thus to blame Too lavish is your sacrifice to fame Lesse of such perfume to succeeding age The dead would sweeten and enbalme the Stage Here is a pile of incense every line Heapes on fresh Narde your Muse cannot decline To intermissions some leave hills by turnes Flame and expire his Etna ever burnes RIC. BELLING To my deserving Friend Mr. James Shirley on his Royall Master I Like some petty Brooke scarse worth a name Must yet pay tribute to thy full-stream'd fame But I le not strive as men sometimes to raise An uncouth structure to thy merits praise From others ruines thy just minde will scorne To owne Encomiums so basely borne Therefore I write what may become my free Acknowledgment and fit thy modestie Thy Muse I honor'd e're I knew by sight Thy person oft I 've seene with much delight Thy sweete composures but this last and new Smooth peece which here hath grac'd the publicke view Claimes more regard I give to all the rest Their faire desert but ranke this with thy best T. I. To his much esteemed Friend Mr. James Shirley on his Royall Master YOu who the readers are of the choice wit And have the leading voice in censuring it Whose votes Grand jurors are and onely have The well knowne power either to kill or save Give this a noble greeting and its due May Phoebus else withdraw his beames from you My worthy Friend this Play 'o th publicke Stage Hath gain'd such faire applause as 't did engage A nation to thy Muse where thou shalt raigne Vicegerent to Apollo who doth daigne His darling Ben deceased thou should'st be Declar'd the heire apparant to his tree W. MARKHAM To the Honour'd Author of the Royall Master DEare Friend I joy my love hath found the meanes To waite upon and vindicate thy scenes From some few scruples of the weaker sex Whose nicer thoughts their female minds perplex For man he sinkes if he but censure none Dare deprave Kings Inauguration Say they what makes the King in his dispose So Icy-temperd as he frankly throwes Freedome on all except himselfe contrives The way for other men to purchase wives Takes joy to forward propagation By Nuptiall knot yet to himselfe ties none Prettie poore fooles and Virgins how you 'r kind Vulgar like are in apprehension blind Come reade you 'le see when you this peece peruse The Royall Masters Spouse is Shirlies Muse Why then to him and her an altar raise Tapers are set flaming with equall praise See see his Genius gracefully doth bend To the just vote of every loving friend The elevated Circle is upheld Betwixt the binall Cherubs palmes beheld By all judicious eyes the heart the voice Of all ingenious doe applaud the choice Of your great Royall Master say they 'ue found Two Monarkes with one glorious Laurell crownd W. SMITH To his worthy Friend the Author ALL