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The gratefull seruant A comedie. As it was lately presented with good applause at the priuate House in Drury-Lane, by her Majesties Servants. Written by Iames Shirley Gent.
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Shirley, James, 1596-1666.
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Goe to the next religious house and pray Some Holy Father come and speake with mee But hasten thy returne I dare not looke on Exit Serv. My selfe least I forget to doe her honour And my heart prooue a partiall Aduocate I must not entertaine with the same thought Cleona and my Loue least my owne passion Betray the resolution I ha made To make my seruice famous to all ages A legend that may startle wanton bloud And strike a chilnesse through the actiue veines Of noblest Louers when they heare or read That to advance a Mistresse I haue giuen her From mine owne heart if any shall be so Impious at my memory to say I could not doe this act and loue her too Some power diuine that knew how much I lou'd her Some Angell that hath care to right the dead Punish that crime for me and yet me thinks In such a cause my owne enraged Spirit In pitty of my ashes so prophan'd Should nimbly lift my sweating marble vp And leape into my dust which new inlifen'd Should walk to him that questioned my honor And be its owne reuenger he is come Enter Valentio a religious man Welcome good Father I sent to intreat your helpe but first pray tell me I haue no perfect memory what Saint Giues title to your Order Val. Wee doe weare The Scapular of Saint Bennet Sir Fosc. Your Charity Make you still worthy of that reuerend habit I haue a great Deuotion to bee made A Brother of your sacred institution What persons of great birth hath it receiu'd Val. To fashion my reply to your demaund Is not to boast though I proclaime the honours Of our profession Foure Emperours Forty sixe Kings and one and fiftie Queenes Haue chang'd their Royall Ermines for our sables These Cowles haue cloth'd the heads of fourteene hundred And sixe Kings Sonnes of Dukes great Marquises And Earles two thousand and aboue foure hundred Haue turn'd their Princely Coronets into An humble Corronet of haire of haire left by The Razour thus Fosc. No it is not There is a Sunne ten times more glorious Then that which riseth in the East attracts me To feed vpon his sweet beames and become A Bird of Paradice a religious man To rise from earth and no more to turne backe But for a buriall Val. Thinke what t is you doe It is no thing to play the wanton with In the strong bended passion of an humour For a friends death a Kings frowne or perhaps Losse of a Mistresse Fosc. O still blesse the guide What euer that shall leade this happy way Val. My Lord the truth is like your coate of armes Richest when plainest I doe feare the world Hath tir'd you and you seeke a cell to rest in As Birdes that wing it o're the Sea seeke ships Till they get breath and then they slie away Fosc. Doe not mistake a piety I am prepar'd And can endure your strict mortifications Good Father then preferre my humble Suite To your Superiour for the habit and Let me not long expect you say I am Noble but humblest in my thoughts Val. I goe Meane time examine well this new desire Whether 't be a wild flash or a Heauenly fire Exit Fosc. Now my good boy Enter Dulcino Dulc. Sir your command is done And she beleeues Fosc That I am dead Dulcino Dulc That you are dead and as shee now scorn'd life Death lends her cheekes his palenesse and her eyes Tell downe their drops of siluer to the earth Wishing her teares might raine vpon your graue To make the gentle earth produce some flower Should beare your names and memories Fosc. But thou seest I liue Dulcino Dulc Sir I should bee blest If I did see you sought the meanes to liue And to liue happily O noble Sir Let mee vntread my steps vnsay my words And tell your loue you liue Fosc. No my sweet Boy Shee thinkes not much amisse I am a man But of an houre or two my will is made And now I goe neuer more cheerefully To giue eternall farewell to my friends Dulc. For Heauens sake Sir what 's this you meane to do There is a feare sits cold vpon my heart And tels me Fosc Let it not misinforme thee Boy I le vse no violence to my selfe I am Resolu'd a course wherein I will not doubt But thou wilt beare mee company wee le enter Into Religion Dulc Into Religion Fosc. O t is a Heauenly life goe with me boy Wee 'l imitate the singing Angels there Learne how to keepe a Quire in Heauen and scorne Earths transitory glorie wo't Dulcino Dulc. Alas my Lord I am too young Fosc Too young To ferue Heauen Neuer neuer O take heed Of such excuse Dulc Alas what shall I doe And yet I 'me weary of the world but how Can I doe this I am not yet discouered Sir I shall still attend you Fosc Th' art my comfort I haue propounded it already to A Benedictine by whose meanes we may Obtaine the habit stay thou and expect him I must bee absent for a little time To finish something will conduce to my Eternall quiet if th'haft any scruple Hee will direct thee hauing both made euen With earth wee le trauaile hand in hand to heauen Exit Dulc. Fortune hath lent me a prospectiue glasse By which I haue a looke beyond all ioyes To a new world of miserie what 's my best Let it be so for I am hopelesse now And it were well if when those weedes I haue That I might goe disguised to my graue Exit Enter Lodwicke and Grimundo Lodw This is strange Grim. You know I haue giuen you many precepts of honestie Lodw. And you know how I haue followed em Grim. To mine owne heart I haue made tedious discourses of Heauen to yee and the morrall vertues numbred vp the duties of a good Prince vrg'd examples of vertues for your imitation Lodw. To much purpose Grim. Seem'd to sweat with agony and vexation for your obstinate courses reproou'd you nay sometimes made complaints of you to the Duke Lodw And I ha curst you for it I remember Grim. Alas my Lord I durst doe no otherwise was not the Duke your Father an honest man and your Brother now foolishly takes after him whose credulities when I had already coozened I was bound to appeare stoicall to preserue the opinion they had conceiued of me Lodw. Possible Grim. It speakes discretion and abilities in States-men to apply themselues to their Princes disposition vary a thousand shapes if he be honest we put on a forme of grauity if he be vitious we are Parasites indeed in a politique Common wealth if you obserue well there is nothing but the appearance and likenesse of things that carrieth opinion your great men will appeare odde and phantasticall and fooles are often taken for wise Officers your most actiue gallants seeme to carry their owne haire and your handsomest Ladies their owne faces you cannot know a Secretary from a Scholler in blacke