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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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have a Chest full of them in my custody They were my old Lords gray when I tooke charge on 'em But now looke spruce and young there 's something in 'em Gu. What in the name of ignorance dost thou doe with 'em Bom. I am excellent at turning over leaves By which I keepe the wormes away Guid. Most learnedly Bom. I learnt it of my Ladies Chaplaine Sir Men are not alwayes bound to understand Their Library but to omit learning Not now consider'd by wise men what is Your businesse here I pray Guid. It does concerne Your selfe the King has heard of your good parts Bom. Sir as you love me say you saw me not I knew I should one time or other be Found out for state imployments heer 's my Lady Enter Simphorosa Domitilla I must obscure my selfe Domit. Why how now Secretary Whether so fast Bom. You little thinke Domit. What preethe Bom. Nor ever would beleeve but t is not my fault If the King come in person I le not be seene Domit. The King Bom. Few words there 's one I know him not Is little better then a spy upon me If you looke not to me I am gone Exit Domit. So it seemes Simp. How dine to day with us Guid. Such is his royall pleasure He is now hunting with the Duke whom he Intends to make your guest too Simp. My Lord I am not us'd to entertainements Nor is my house sit for so great a presence To avoide a storme they might obey Necessity and take it for some shelter But in so calme a day Guid. Madam although You please to undervalew what 's your owne The King despaires not you will bid him welcome You have no narrow dwelling and he knowes Your heart is spacious like your fortunes Madam Princes doe honour when they come upon Their subjects invitation but they love Where they invite themselves Simp. My duty is To meete that interpretation though the newes Come unexpected now it will my Lord Become me to be thrifty of the minute Their persons being so neare you will excuse If so short summons doe expect my care To entertaine 'em my good Lord you have honor'd me Guid. T is service I am bound to Exit Simpho Domit. Pray my Lord In your opinion what should moove the King To invite himselfe our guest and bring the Duke Along with him he us'd not to retire From hunting with this ceremony Guid. Princes Are like the windes and not to be examin'd Where they will breath their favours Domit. T is confest An honour to us and I hope you 'le pardon A womans curiositie Guid. Shall I Deliver my opinion while the King In entertainement of the Duke is shewing The pleasures and the glories of his kingdome He cannot hide that which his Naples boasteth Her greatest ornament your beauty Madam Domit. I thanke your Lordship I may now beleeve The court 's remooving hither yet this language Might doe you service to some other Lady And I release it willingly your complements I know my Lord are much worse for wearing Guid. You rather will beleeve your selfe worth praise Then heare it though we call it modesty It growes from some thing like a womans pride But it becomes you Madam I take leave My service to your noble Lady mother Exit Guido Domit. Mine shall attend your Lordship Enter Simphorosa Simp. Now Domitilla is my Lord gone Dom. Yes Madam Simp. I expected not These guests to day they 'le take us unprepard Domit. Not with our hearts to serve 'em and their goodnes Will excuse other want Simp. I know not daughter But I could wish rather to enjoy our selves Not for the cost those thoughts are still beneath me Dom. You have cause to feare I hope y' are troubled Simp. For thy sake Domitilla Dom. Mine deare Madam Simp. It was for thee I chose this quiet life Vpon thy fathers death and left the court Thou art all my care sole heire to all my fortunes Which I should see unwillingly bestowed On some gay prodigall Dom. I cannot reach Your meaning Simp. By some hastie marriage Dom. You would have me live a Virgin a lesse fortune Would serve me for a Nunne Sim. T is not my thought Thou art young and faire and though I doe not Suspect thy minde thus farre bred up to vertue I would not have it tempted but reservde For a most noble choise wherein should meet My care and thy obedience Dom. Y' are my mother And have so farre by your example taught me I Shall not neede the precepts of your vertue And let no thought of me take from your cheerefulnesse To entertaine the King we owe him duty And that charme wo'not hurt us Sim. This does please me Dom. It shall be still my study Sim. I must see How they prepare things may want method else Exit Simphorosa Enter Octavio Octa. I kisse your faire hand Madam Domitilla The King and Duke and all the jolly hunters With appetites as fierce as their owne hounds Will be here presently Dom. I hope they will not Devoure us my good Lord Octa. But I would sit and feast and feed mine eyes With Domitillaes beauty Dom. So my Lord here was a gentleman You could not choose but meete him spake your dialect I have forgot his name but he was some Great Lord Octa. Fye what a ignorance you live in Not to be perfect in a great Lords name There are few Ladies live with us but know The very Pages leave this darkenesse Madam And shine in your owne sphere where every starre Hath his due adoration Dom. Where Octav. The Court Confine such beauty to a Countrey house Live among Hindes and thicke skind fellowes that Make faces and will hop a furlong backe To finde the tother leg they threw away To shew their reverence with things that squat When they should make a curtsey to Court Madam And live not thus for shame the second part Of a fond Anchorite we can distinguish Of beauty there and wonder without spectacles Write Volumes of your praise and tell the world How envious diamonds cause they could not Reach to the lusture of your eyes dissolv'd To angry teares the Roses droope and gathering Their leaves together seeme to chide their blushes That they must yeeld your cheeke the victory The Lillies when they are censur'd for comparing With your more cleare and native purity Want white to doe their pennance in Dom. So so Have you done now my young poeticke Lord Octav. There will be no end Madam of your praises Dom. And to no end you have spent all this breath Allow all this were wit that some did thinke us The creatures they commend and those whom love Hath curst into Idolatry and verse May perhaps die so wee doe know our selves That we are no such things Octa. I st possible Dom. And laugh at your Chimeraes Octa. Y' are the wiser Dom. If this be your court practise let me dwell With truth and plaine simplicity Octa. If I
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