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A93178
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The sisters, a comedie, as it was acted at the private house in Black Fryers written by James Shirley. Never printed before.
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Shirley, James, 1596-1666.
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1652
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Wing S3485; ESTC R230287
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alone St. And if my Lord wants confidence Gio. I think her impudence will make him blush And put him out I have seen a Counterfeit With such a Majesty compose himself He thought himself a Prince could frown as scornfully And give his hand out to great Lords to kiss With as much grace as all the Royall bloud Had musterd in his veins Lu Some Monarch Of Innes a Court in England sure but when His reign expires and Christmas in the grave Cold as the Turkies coffind up in crust That walk like Ghosts and glide to severall Tables When Instruments are hoarse with sitting up When the gay triumph ceases and the treasure Divided all the Offices laid up And the new cloathes in Lavender what then Gio. Why then the man that kist his highness hand O'r night may justle him for the wall next morning And have it too if he come off with all His wits the Play is paid for and he fit For travell Enter Contarini Antonio Vergerio they whisper My Ladies Uncle and the Lord Contarini Ver. My Lord Contarini expects when he May have the happiness to present his service To your great Lady Lu. We shall Sir acquaint her Ver. Your Office Sir Lu. Her Steward Ver. Yours I pray St. Mine Treasurer Gio. Mine Controller Ver. I kiss your hands this may be worth my Lord Curiosity An. For the mirths sake my Lord be pleas'd you may Do an act of Charity and restore her Senses I 'l wait on you again Exit Con. Now Vergerio Ver. The expectation is increas'd her Officers Observe the State were your affections earnest And I my Lord your Mistresse I should trust Her pride Con. Unless she ravish me Enter Antonio An. She 's upon entrance her madness holds Your confidence may convert her shee s my Neece And I am sorry for it Enter Paulina attended in State Angellina Ladies Pa. Give him accesse Con. What Ladies that stands on her right hand An. Her younger Sister that does vex me as much With her humility as the other with Her impudence Con. An excellent peece Vergerio Ver. Which my Lord Con. Madam the glory of your time and Nation Whose looks do shine with Majesty and shoot A flame t' undoe the admirer O call in Some beams that wait upon the thrones of light Or I shall fall your sacrifice and not finish What my great Master gave me in charge Lu. Has the Prince a mind to her himself St. T is not impossible Pa. Speak on my Lord An. Gipsey she does believe the lightning of her eys Will blast indeed how scornfully she squinnies Con. I come from the great Sovereign of hearts Whose glorious monarchy uncircumscrib'd Extends to all the habitable world Where ever land or lover stretch'd his arm Whose Scepter 's not like that of common Kings But a bright golden shaft feather'd with sighs And headed with a flame which finds access Like subtill lightning to the most secure And stubborn Cell that ever yet inclos'd A humane thought Lu. He flies high Gio. T is his arrow Pa. Speak this great name Con. The most immortall Prince of Love Gio. A high and mighty Prince indeed Lu. T is not our Prince of Parma then Con. Unto your beauty Madam that makes sweet The breath of Fame in his name I am sent To offer up a Servant rich with wonder And humble thoughts that honour you who can See those perfections and not adore The Divine Owner Brightness that offends The innocent eye that gazes is in you The cure of blindness and the filmes that hang Upon the humble sight fall off and vanish That it may take new life and light from you An. Is she not yet ridiculous to her self Con. I can leave Cupids Court to live with you And all those bowers where an eternall spring Makes every flower in love with it's own beauty The wind whose airy wings convey all sweetness That sense can entertain I would exchange But to be near your breath and think there dwels A harmony in your voice above the airs Of all those charming Birds by love selected From every wood to be his quire I fear I am too bold and may be thought to wander If Madam you accept my amorous vows Which live yet in the weak expression Of him that honours you time will produce A white and fortunate hour to crown our loves With nuptiall happiness Pa. You have relation To the Court of Parma your name Lord Contarini you have no Message from you Master Con. Madam your same hath fild his Court and he Presents by me his Princely wishes of Your happiness and should he see your person Like mine his heart I fear would melt into A stream of Love and Admiration Pa. Sir we accept in good part greeting from The Prince but you have no commission To treat for him the substance of your own Affair will ask our pause we will take time To answer which till you receive you may Command our Court Exeunt Paulina Servant Angellina stayes Ver. Proud folly Ant. Prodigious impudence Con. What think you Signior Ant. I am confounded I 'l to her agen Exit Ang. When shall I awake This sure is but a dream the Gentleman Cannot so much mistake his time and Language Con. I came with Curiosity to see Her pride so talk'd of but my heart I feel Is taken with an object of true sweetness Is 't not a lovely figure say Vergerio Ver. If but her mind answer that fair proportion My Lord she is worth love but being Sister To a woman of such pride Con. I prethee leave me Ver. She is very beautifull my Lord is taken Exit Con. Lady but that ther 's story for your births I should make judgment by your modest face This arrogant woman could not be your Sister Ang. Sir if your expectation be not answered With her full worth I shall beseech you name her With less disgrace our bloud so neer it cannot Be gratefull to my ear to hear her blemishes Con. I was prepar'd before to meet this goodness These words and looks become that innocent spring From whence they flow vertue hath such an army About your heart ther 's nothing can approach Ill to betray it or proceed from you But warranted by honour An. I know not But sure my Lord you talk too fine a language For me to understand we are far from Court Where though you may speak Truth you cloath it with Such trim and gay apparell we that only Know her in plainness and simplicity Cannot tell how to trust our ears or know When men dissemble Con. By your own love To truth you must beleeve me when I say Although it took beginning from this visit I love no beauty but your self Ang. You said you lov'd my Sister and exprest Your passion in such mighty phrase and fancie I thought your soul had made a business on 't Pardon the weakness of my faith if I Dare not believe this change Con. Your Sister
Lady I came to visit not affect I heard And had a purpose but to try how neer The wonder of her pride pardon sweet Virgin Came to a truth nor did I Court her with The language of a meaning lover but Prepared by your Vncle meant to make her see Her miserable folly I dare not Present such Mockeries to you suspect not This hasty address by your fair self I love you Ang. My Lord If I beleev'd this reall Courtship I should not entertain your honour with a A fruitless Expectation but declare Besides my want of fortune beauty birth To make me worth your love I am already Contracted by my Father to Religion Whose will I cheerfully obey and wait When my good Uncle will dispose me to A Nunnery Con. A Nunnery Ang. Where for So great an honour you pretend to me A most unworthy maid I 'l offer up My prayers that you may choose a heart more equall To your own love and greatness Enter Antonio Paulina and Servants Con. Nay you must Not leave me so we are interrupted you May trust me fair one with a neerer Conference Exeunt Pa. Alas poor old man Ant. The Old man before your borrowed Ladiship Is bold to keep his head warm and to tell you You are a Puppet take that to your title Of honour Pa. So Sir none restrain his insolence Ant. I 'l make him swallow down his staff of Office That stirs I ha'not done Canst be so impudent To think his Lordship does not laugh at thee Your eys the thrones of light a brace of Lanthorns In which two snufs of Candle close to th' socket Appear like fire-drakes and will serve to light A traveller into a Ditch You Madam Majesty And the glory of a Nation Tho' art a disease to Honour Modesty A Feaver in thy Fathers bloud a Gangren Upon his name a Pox upon thee for 't Ther 's one disease more yet I have not done Pa. My Charity may invite if these fits hold Some close provision for you 'mong mad men I do command you leave my house Ant. I wo'not I 'l fire the house dost hear thou wo't burn well Th' ast Oil enough about thy face and all Thy body Pitch very combustible But I 'l not be damn'd for thee now I think on 't And since no Counsell will prevail I 'l save My self Before I go give but a reason Why thou dost slight this gallant Lord and squint As if he were Groom or Foot man Pa. I 'l tell you You would have the truth Ant. If thou canst speak any Pa. I do esteem my self More equall for his Master Ant. Who the Prince Pa. No the blind Prince of Love you are wise Uncle But I am out of Poetry Ant. I think I were best cut off thy head and save The Laws a labour Ther 's no talking to her Pa. I am of your mind Uncle you may edifie Your charge my younger Sister she 's not proud Pray take her w' ee shee 'l become the Cloister Go and be mortified together take her I am weary of her Ant. And I of thee She shall be further oft too thou 'lt infect her Although her foolish Father yet he was My Brother I have not power to speak Well o' th' dead gave thee his whole Estate I have a fortune dost thou hear I have And to vex thee thy Sister shall have that I 'l see and I can make her proud I 'l do 't She shall have Servants Suters Fidlers Flatterers Fine Cloathes and all the food that can provoke To glorifie her sense I have bags to spare She shall not to a Nunnery to vex thee I say again she shall not wee 'l have humours The to'ther Pox upon thee and farewell Pa. I fear he 's mad indeed Let me have Musick This talk has made me Melancholy Exeunt ACT III Enter Lucio Piperollo Lu. FOr thy Mothers sake thou shalt be entertain'd Pi. An under Butler would fit me rarely Ther 's none i' th' house that shall be sooner drunk Nor oftner for my Ladies credit Sir Lu. Can you write Pi. And read in print Sir Lu. Art thou faithfull may a man trust thee Pi. For more than I 'l speak on trusted I was bound For two Gentlemen lately that could not take up Five hundred Pistols upon other security My Father and Mother knows it I shall never Endure a theef for a thing that I know alas You know I am a neighbors child my mother Was your good Ladies nurse Lu. Do not I know thy Mother Pi. Better it may be than I know my Father Lu. Till some Office fall i' th' house you shall serve me And ride with me to receive my Ladies Rents Enter Controller Giovanni Gio. Mr. Steward yonder are the rarest fellows In such phantasticall habits too they call Themselves Mathematicians Lu. What do they come for Gio. To offer their service to my Lady and tell fortunes Lu. Have they no chief Gio. Yes a quaint philosophicall fellow they call Him a Caldean a great Schollar they do Not come for money like your starch'd fac'd Egyptians but carry things for the credit of The Mathematiques honourably my Lady hath Given the Caldean her Nativity who is to consult With the Ephemerides and give account how The Stars wil dispose of her Pi. We shall know all our fortunes then Gio. The worst of his train can discipher hands Tell foreheads Pi. And Noses Gio. One at the first sight did but whisper to my Ladies Gentlewoman and she did so blush Through her Tiffany Pi. That 's no great matter I have seen one blush Through a Plaister of Paris Lu. How 's that Pi. A kind of French painting Sir Gio. Well said Piperollo I have entertain'd him but my Lady Enter Paulina Gentlewomen Pa. The Caldean Pleases me I long to hear my fortune If it be good he shall have a reward To cherish his great Art and worth my bounty What if my Stars should frown Didst bid 'em follow Ste. They are all ready Madam Pi. Musicall knaves Enter Longino Rancone Pacheco Strozzo in queint disguises A Song Beauty and the various grace That adorn the sweetest faces Here take their glorious throne may be That is the God of Archerie Never aim one angry Dart But soft and gentle as your heart Court it with flame and rich perfume To light and sweeten not consume Pa. Not the Caldean come yet my thoughts are Inflam'd with fierce desire to know my Destiny You have skill Gentlemen but I 'l expect The judgment of your Master on my Fate When the great man of art returns acquaint me Exit Ste. Come my friends le ts lose no time Sir Lo. I am for you to the extent of my Art Signiour Ra. If it please you let me peruse your hand Lu. 'T is at your service Pi. Please you to examine my Palm can you Tell me learned Sir what is past Pa. You know that already Pi. 'T will be a satisfaction to me if you