The Grateful Servant - Results found: 46
Let no wom
ea n work upon thy frailty with her smooth language;
to undo thyself trust not the
innocence of thy soul too far, for though their bosoms carry whitness, think
it is not snow. they dwell in a hot climate, the court, where men are but deceitful
shadows, the women, walking flames.
By Foscari,
in The Grateful Servant (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76v
Methinks I talk like a peremptory statesman already, I shall quickly learn to
forget myself when I am
great in office; I will oppress the
subject, flatter the prince; take bribes a both sides, do right to neither,
serve heaven as far as
heavenmy profit will give me leave, and tremble only
at the summons of a parliament.
By Jacomo,
in The Grateful Servant (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 76v
The Mandrake hath no voice /like this, the raven, and the night birds sing / more soft;
nothing in nature to which fear / hath made us superstitious, but speakes gently /
compared with thee, discharge thy fatal
burthen,
I am prepared; or stay but answer me, And I will save thee breath, and quickly know the total of my sorrow.
By Cleona,
in The Grateful Servant (3.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 77r
I confess, and, were you in public, I would urge many other empty names to fright you; put on my holiday countenance, talk nothing but divinity,
and golden sentences;
look like a supercilious elder, with a scarched face, and a tunable nose, whilst
he is edifying his
neighbour's woman.
By Grimundo,
in The Grateful Servant (3.4),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f.77v