Out of the prol.
the Exactest building first
Grew from a stone, though afterward it durst
Wrap his fair head in clouds, nothing so true / As all things have beginning.
By Prologue, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (prologue), James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 80r

ib.
this play is / the first fruits of a muse, that before this / never saluted audience, nor doth
mean, / to swear himself a factor for the scene.
By Prologue, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (prologue), James Shirley
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Though my outward part / cannot attract affection, yet some have told me, / nature
hate made me what she need not shame.
By Infortunio, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (1.1), James Shirley
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A tree that bears a ragged unleaf'd top / in depth of winter, may when summer comes /
speak by his fruit he is not dead but youthful; / though once he shew'd no sap.
By Infortunio, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (1.1), James Shirley
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You are nimble to mistake
By Infortunio, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (1.1), James Shirley
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It was my invention
By Gorgon, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (1.1), James Shirley
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Act 2. Come sit down: saving your tail, [Sir} a cushion we may discourse with the more ease.
By Rufaldo, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (2.1), James Shirley
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I made a ditty to send my mistress, and my musician, that I keep in my house to teach my daughter, hath set it to a very good air
By Rufaldo, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (2.1), James Shirley
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he hath many lordships
By Rufaldo, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (2.1), James Shirley
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There is a method, when your passion's young / to keep it in obedience, you love Rufaldo / art
thou not young? how will the rose agree / with a dead hyacinth? or the honey wood-bind, circling
a withered briar? you can apply, can you submit your body / to bed with ice and snow, your
blood to mingle? / would you be deaf'd with coughing, teach your eye / How to be rheumatic?
Breathes he not out / his body is diseases, and like dust / falling all into pieces, as of
nature / would make him his own grave.
By Cornelio, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (2.2), James Shirley
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Oh Selina, thou art too much an adamant, to draw my soul unto thee, either be
softer or less attractive.
By Infortunio, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (2.2), James Shirley
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Act. 3.
your old men look upon them with their spectacles, as they would an obligation
with in a minute of forfeiture:
By Gorgon, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (3.5), James Shirley
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Troth Sir I do not know how to consider what you say, although I know it be Latin.
By Bubulcus, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (3.5), James Shirley
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Where I am not guilty of an offence, I might deny justly to descend to a satisfaction.
By Delia, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (3.5), James Shirley
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Keep off, or in my fury I will cute thee into atoms and blow thee about the world.
By Gentleman, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (3.5), James Shirley
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x this was a devillish speech. concerning that as was spoken just now)
I will outlabour Jove-born Hercules, / and in a greater fury ransack hell: / teare from the
sisters their contorted curls, / and rack the destinies on Ixions wheel: / brain Proserpine with
Sisiphs rolling stone / and in a brazen cauldron choked with lead / boil Minos, Eacus, and
Radamant / make the infernal three-chapt band-dog roar. cram Tantalus with apples, lash
the fiends / with whips of snakes and poison'd scorpions: / snatch chain'd Prometheus from the Vultures
may, / and feed him with her liver, make old Charon / waft back again the souls,, or buffet
him / with his own Oars to death
By Gentleman, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (3.5), James Shirley
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Thou art some goddess, that to amaze the earth / with thy celestial presence hast put on / the habit of a
mortal, gods sometimes / would visit country "country" has the weird c thing here. -SH houses, and gild o'er / a sublunary habitation / with
glory of their presence, and make heaven / descend into an hermitage:
By Ingeniolo, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (3.5), James Shirley
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Venus herself / When
thou appearest must leave her bird-drawn coach, / and give the reins to thee, while the gods /
looking amaz'd from their crystal windows, wonder what new come deity doth call / them to thy
adoration
By Ingeniolo, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (3.5), James Shirley
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keep the poor man's box for seven years together
By Infortunio, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (3.5), James Shirley
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Act. 4.
I have fed on oyster-pies and rumps of sparrows
By Rufaldo, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (4.1), James Shirley
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Those eyes that grace the day now shine on him, the tongue [that]s able to rock heaven asleep.
and make the music of the spheres stand still, / to listen to the happier airs it makes, / and mend
their tunes by it.
By Infortunio, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (4.2), James Shirley
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I'll have a garland for my boy / of Phoenix feathers: flowers are too mean / to sit upon
thy temples; in thy face / are many gardens, spring had never such: / the roses and the
lillies of thy cheeks / are slips of paradise, not to be gathered, / but wondered at.
By Infortunio, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (4.2), James Shirley
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My eyes are going to bed and leaden sleep doth draw the curtains o'er them.
By Infortunio, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (4.2), James Shirley
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Act. 5.
I'd force my eyes to weep too, / and we would sit upon a bank, and play / drop-tear, till
one were bankrupt.
By Infortunio, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (5.1), James Shirley
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A.
B.
As who, pray you? Do you make comparisons?
By Jenkin, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (5.3), James Shirley
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Antonio and your daughter are as chaste from any sinful act, as when we were first mantled after birth.
By Hilaria, in Love Tricks, or The School of Compliments (5.3), James Shirley
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