Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

LUCINA

in The Ball — Shirley, James

Metadata

PlayThe Ball
AuthorShirley, James
Year (catalogued)1639
First performance1632
Decade1630s
GenreComedy
Play typeAdult Professional
CompanyQueen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Speech prefix(es)Luc. | Lu. | Lue.
Words2350
Characters12290
Typicality0.34 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA18427
BritDrama no.2389
ClusterCluster 8 — Martial kings & Roman gravity

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Full speech

Fiddling Ladies, you Molecatcher. Come Mounsieur I am sorry. Nay a Country dance Scutilla, you are idle, You know we must be at the Ball anon, come. At my Lord Rainbows. I'll recompense this kind visit: does your coach stay? I owe more service. Now Scutilla we are ripe, and ready To entertain my Gamesters, my man said They promised all to come, I was afraid These Ladies in their kind departure wo'd not Bequeathe me opportunity, and the mirth Does in the imagination so ticle me, I wo'd not willingly would lost it for a Jewel Of some value. If they hold their affections, and keep touch, Weel would some sport. Enter Solomon. Away Scutilla, and Laugh not loud between our acts, weel meet Again Like music, and make our selves merry. Sir. Markmaduke I thought I should have had Your visit without a summonds. Something hath pleaded for you in your absence. How do the Fens? Goes the draning forward, and your Iron Mills? Come, you conceal your industry, and care To thrive, you need not be so close to me. I am abused else, nay I do love One that has Windmills in his head. I shall want No honour in your love. Something must be prepared. Would, would, Scutilla. Canst thou not laugh? How didst thou Like the Iron Mills. All the regiment on they, or I'll break my bowstrings. Away, and let the Swallow enter. Why Sirrah, did I command you give access to none But Sir. Ambrose Lamount? Whom you know I sent for, Audacious Groom. It is Sir. Ambrose Coxcomb, is it not, Cry mercy noble sir, I took you muffled For one that every day solicits me To bestow my little dog upon him, but you're welcome, I think I sent for you. I hear say you have vowed to die a Bachelor, I hope it is not true sir. And that you'll turn religious Knight. I would only know the truth, it were great pity, For my own partly I ever wished you well, Although in modesty I have been silent, Pray what's a clock? I had a dream last night, me thought I saw you Dance so exceedingly rarely, that I fell In love. With your legs sir. I wondered at my self, but I considered, That many have been caught with handsome faces, So my love grew. What followed in my dream I would forgotten. Since the morning I find some alteration, you know I have told you twenty times I would not love you, But whither it your wisdom or your fate You would not be satisfied, now I know not If something were procured, what I should answer. Would were my estate were doubled. You have not Purchased since you fell in love? Revels have been some charge to you, you were ever A friend to Ladies, pity but he should rise By one, has fallen with so many, had you not A head once? Of hair I mean, Favours would gleaned too much, pray pardon me If it were mine, they should go look their bracelets, Or stay till the next crop, but I blush sir To hold you in this discourse, you will perhaps Construe me in a wrong sense; but you may use Your own discretion till you know me better, Which is my souls ambitions. Yowl see me again, would would would, Scutilla. I would have they all meet and brag o'their several Hope's they wonot else be sensible, and quit me o'their Tedious visitation, who's next? I would the Coronel were come, I long to have about with him. Retire, and give the lay admittance. O Mr. Bostock, Two not become your birth, and blood to stoop To such a title. Not I sir, It would not become me to change your title, Although I must confess I could desire You were less honourable. That is my misfortune, I would you could not sir. I have considered, And I could wish with all my heart you were Not half so noble, nay indeed no Gentleman. Nay, if you give me leave to speak my thoughts, I would you were a fellow of two degrees Beneath a foot man, one that had no kindred, But Knights oth' post, nay worse, pardon me sir, In the humour I am in, I wish, and heartily, You were a son oth' people rather then. Because I love you. They do not love Like me then. My wealths a beggar, nay the title of A Lady which my husband left, is a shadow Compared to what you bring to ignoble me, And all the children you will get, but I Out of my love desire you such a one, That I might add to you, that you might be Created by my wealth, made great by me, Then should my love appear, but as you are, I must receive addition from you. Honourable? why you cannot be so base As I would have you, that the world might say My marriage gave you somewhat. What? How? Can you prove it. Then I prefer you before all my suitors, Sir. Ambrose Lamount, and Sir. Marmaduke Travers are all Mountibankes. A Lanse pre sado, how my joy transports me, But shall I trust to this, do not you flatter? Will not you fly from that, and be legitimate, When we are married, you men are too cunning With simple Ladies. Say no more, provide What you think necessary, and all shall be Dispatched. O Scutilla, hold me, I shall fallen In pieces else, would would, would. Have not I choice of precious husbands? now and The Coronel were here, the task Were over. Yare welcome sir, I thought you would have gone, And not graced me so much as with a poor Salute at parting. To the wars. For honours sake what siege? What Citadel? She cannot hold out long. Is she so well provided? Whats her name? Would would would, alas poor Coronel; If yowl take my advice remove your siege, A province will be sooner won in the Low countries, would would would. It but to tell you my opinion in this business, You'll sooner circumcise the Turks dominions, Then take this toy you talk off, I do know it, Farewell good Soldier, would would would, and yet 'tis pity, Is there no stratagem, no trick, no undermine; If she be given so desperate, your body Had need to be well victualed, theres a city And suburbs in your belly, and you must Lay in betimes to prevent mutiny Among the small guts, which with wind of venge else Will break your Guard of buttons, would would would Come weel laugh, and lie down in the next room Scutilla. Enough enough of conscience, lets reserve Partly of the mirth to another time, I shall Meet some other hight worships at the Ball; Unless their apprehension prompt they, Earlier to know their folly in pursuing me. They've met already give they access. You will use no violence. They're mad. At first sighed? I ride men? By no means, This is no place for blood, nor shall any cause Engage to such a danger. This shows a nobleness, dost not Scutilla ? Sir I must thank ye, and desire your pardon, For what has passed to your particular. Again I thank you. How dee mean. I must confess, This has won much upon me: but two words To such a bargain, you're a gentleman, Ime confident would adventure for me. Thats fair and far enough, I make not any Exception to your person. But. To that the least, I have estate for both. I have a scruple. Sir can you put me in security That you have been honest? Been honest of your body, you are gentlemen, Out of the wars live lazy, and feed high, Drink the rich grape, and in Canary may Do strange things, when the wine has washed away Discretion. I do not urge you for the time to come. Pray understand, have you been honest hitherto And yet because you shannot trouble friends To be compurgators, I'll be satisfied; If you will take your own oath that you are. Yes sir, it will become me to be careful Of my health, I'll take your own assurance, If you can clear your body by and oath, I'll marry none but you, before this gentlewoman. I wonder you will ask, do not I hear How desperate some would been, what pain, what physic. You rid no match without a shirt, to show The complexion of your body, I would done sir When you resolve to swear you're honest, I Vow to he yours, your wife: I am not hasty, Think on't, and tell me when we meet again Anon, to night, to morrow, when you please; So farewell noble Coronel, come Scutilla. Exeunt. O impudence dares he return. To me? I am sorry any gentleman that has relation to me should Be so forgetful of your honour, & his own, but though he have Forfeited opinion, let me continue innocent in your thoughts? I have sent you a small jewel to expiate my offence for Commending him, I expect your Ladyship at the Ball, Where you shall make many happy to kiss your hand, And in their number the true admirer of your virtue, My Lord is honourable. I am his servant. In the mean time give me leave, we are none But friends, I know you're valiant. But will you answer me? why did not you strike him again? You did not fear him. Of him. Perhaps a Prince. I was wishing for you sir, Your judgement of these Diamonds. They were a Lords, sent me for a token, You cannot choose but know him, the Lord Loveall. Is not he a pretty gentleman? As Lords go now adays that are In fashion; But cry you mercy, you would put me in mind, I did propound a business to you sir. 'Tis very well, I'll call one to be a witness. I'll fetch you a book to sware by You're very merry, well, swear how you please. Yes sir, and 'tis no hard condition, If you reflect upon my promise. To marry you, which act must make you Lord Of me and my estate, a round possession, Some men have gone to hell for a less matter. I think so Coronel, Bless me? twenty thousand wives, two'd never Come to my turn, and you'd not live to give The tithe benevolence. Then upon the matter, You being not willing sir to take your oath, I may be confident you are not honest. I guess at thirty. A Soldier Us sir. The world imagines so. But if men had no more wit, and honesty, They wood let fallen their stings on something else, This is discoursed, but when Coranta's fail, Or news at ordinaries, when the phlegmatic Dutch Would taken no Fisher-boats, or our Cole-ships land Safe at Newcastle, you're fine gentlemen, But to conclude of that we met for your honesty, Not justified by and oath, as I expected, Is now suspended, will you swear yet. So so, Scutilla. Enter Scutilla. You were present when I promised the Coronel, To be his wife upon condition. He could secure my opinion by his oath, That he was honest, I am bound in honour Not to go back, y have done it, I am yours sir, Be you a witness to this solemn contract. You have given better truth, He that can make this conscience of and oath Assures his honesty. Whats passed I question not, if for the time to come Your love be virtuous to me. Is not this better than swearing? Now I may call you husband? If please you I'll show you then my children. I would six that call me mother. The elder may want softness to acknowledge you, But some are young enough, and may be counseled To ask your blessing, does this trouble you? Nay, they are not Like To be a burden to us, they must trust To their own portions left they by their father. But of my estate, I cannot keep Any thing from they, and I know you are So honest, you'd not wish me wrong the Orphans, 'Tis but six thousand pound in money Coronel Among them all, beside some trifling plate And jewels worth a thousand more. My Jointure will be firm to us, two hundred Per annum. Canst be content to live ith' country Coronel? That will save somewhat. No indeed. As many as can get sir. No more. Since you're so noble, know I tried your patience, And now I am confirmed, my estate is yours Without the weight of children or of debts, Love me, and I repent not. There remains to take away one scruple. I have none, 'tis your doubt sir, And ere we marry you shall be convinced Some malice has corruted your opinion Of that we call the Ball. I will entreat your company to night, Where your own eyes shall lead you to accuse Or vindicate our fame's. You shall be reconciled to him. I were else unmerciful. What have we here a Satire. What think you of all this? Projects, and Proclamations, did not you Travel to Yarmouth to learn how to cast Brass buttons, nay I Like it, it is and age For men to look about they, shall I trust My estate to one that has no thrift, a fellow But with one face? my husband shall be a Janus, He cannot look too many ways, and is Your patent for making Vinegar confirmed: What a face you put upon't nay, never dissemble, Come I know all, you'll thank that friend of yours, That satisfied my inquiry of your worth With such a welcome character, but why Do I betray my self so fast? beshrew His commendations. You soldiers are brave fellows. Is he come once more? withdraw, bid him march him there.

Plot summary

Plot — The Ball
Lord Rainbow is to hold a ball. Ladies practise their dancing, coached by Monsieur La Frisk, and engage in amours. Lucina has four suitors whom she teases with the prospect of marriage. She plans to see each of them in turn, but unknown to her, her servant Scutilla conceals one of them, Colonel Winfield, in her room, and he witnesses her scornful treatment of his rivals: Sir Marmaduke is mocked for his money-making schemes, Sir Ambrose for his baldness, and Bostock, who habitually boasts of his imagined kinship with noblemen, is told she will only marry a commoner—which induces him to suggest that he may be illegitimate, and therefore eligible after all. The Colonel takes a more masterful line with her at his meeting. He then suggests to the other insulted suitors that they go back and treat her with contempt. Bostock nominates himself the spokesman, and is duly rude to her, whereupon the Colonel steps in to defend her honour. She agrees to marry him, on condition that he proves himself to be a virgin; he infers another jeer on her part, and takes offence. She is in earnest, however. She tests the Colonel’s fidelity by telling him that he will be taking on her debts and children (both imaginary) and that he will have to live in the country; when he is undaunted, she accepts him. In another plot, before leaving on a journey to Venice, Freshwater sold his land and laid out money to be paid back fivefold on his safe return. When he gets back, the men who took his money seem reluctant to pay him. At the ball, he is asked to describe his travels, but does so with a suspicious lack of geographical knowledge. It turns out that he spent the summer in Gravesend awaiting a favourable wind. His debtors insist that he undertake the voyage before getting anything back. In the third plot, Lord Rainbow loves both Honoria and Rosamund, but cannot choose between them, so he asks them to decide between themselves which is worthier of him. They are annoyed to learn from the satirical Barker that this arrangement is common knowledge, and decide to get their own back by turning their affections to unlikely rivals. Barker is the first recipient of Honoria’s attention, and she encourages him to learn to dance. Sir Marmaduke and Sir Ambrose also pursue the ladies on the rebound from Lucina; they have some fun by repeatedly directing each knight to woo the other lady, back and forth. Honoria and Rosamund ask Rainbow to draw lots for them. He decides on a threesome and takes both…