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S
r I must owe y
e title of a traitor to your high favours; envy first conspired and malice
now accusez, but what story mentioned his name y
t had his princes bosome w
th out y
e peoples
hate, tis sinne enough in some men to be great, y
e throng of starrs y
e rout and com=
mon people of y
e skie move still another way then y
e sunne does
By Lorenzo,
in The Traitor (1.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
Looke heedfully about mee, and thou maist | discover through some cranny of my flesh | a fire
w
th in, my soule is but one flame | extended to all parts of this fraile building, | I shall to ashes I
beegin to shrinke | is not allready my complexion alterd, | does not my face looke parched
and my skin gather | into a heape? my breath is hot enough | to thaw y
e Alpes.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
Me-thinks I could turne poet | and make her a more excellent peece then heaven. | let not fond
men hereafter commend what | they most admire by fetching from y
e starrs | or flowers their
glory of similitude; | but from thy selfe y
e rule to know all beauty, | and hee y
t shall arrive
at soe much boldnesse, | to say his Mrs eyes, or voice, or breath, | are half soe bright, soe cleare
so sweet as thine, | hath told y
e world enough of miracle.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
The duke shall single you from y
e faire troope, lay seige to these soft lipps, and not remoove
till hee hath suckt thy heart, | w
ch soone dissolv'd w
th thy sweet breath, shal bee | made part of
his, at y
e same instant, he ↄveying a new soule into thy breast, | w
th a creating kisse.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (2.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
Hees not in y
e common list of freinds, | and hee does love thee past imagination; | next his religion
hee has placd y
e thought | of Oriana, hee sleepes nothing else | and I shall wake him into heaven, to
say | thou hast ↄsented to bee his.
By Cosmo,
in The Traitor (2.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73r
thou hast a quarrell / and a just one w
th thy starrs, y
t did not make thee / a princesse
Amidea, yet th'art greater / and borne to justifie unto these times / a Queene of love, Venus was but thy figure, | and all her graces prophesies of thine, / to make our last age
best; I could dwell ever / here and imagine I
weream in a temple, to offer on this
altar of thy lip, / myriads of flaming kisses w
th a cloud / of sighs breathd from my
heart / w
ch by y
e oblation would increase his stocke, to make my pay eternall.
By Duke,
in The Traitor (3.3),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 73v
Though I have / noe weapon, I will looke thee dead, or breath / a dampe shall stifle thee, y
t
I could vomit / consuming flames, or stones like, Aetna, make / y
e earth w
th motion of my feet
shrinke lower, / and take thee in alive, oh y
t my voice / could call a serpent from cor= rupted Nile / to make thee part of her accursed bowels.
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (4.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74r
Those melancholy chambers y
e graves, hung round about w
th skulls and dead- mans bones.
Ere Amidea have told all her tears / upon thy marble, or y
e epitaph / beelie thy soule, by saying
it is fled / to heaven: thys sister shall bee ravishd, mauger thy dust and hyraldry.
By Lorenzo,
in The Traitor (4.2),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74r
This white hand; y
t hath soe often / w
th admiration trembled on y
e lute, / till wee have
praied thee leave y
e strings awhile, / and laied our eares close to thy ivory fingers, / suspecting all y
e
harmony proceeded / from their owne motion / w
th out y
e neade / of any dull or passive instrumts
By Schiarra,
in The Traitor (5.1),
James Shirley
in British Library Additional MS 22608, f. 74r