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    The Coronation: “What wind brought thee hither? In what old hollow tree, or rotten wall Hast thou been like a Swallow all this winter, Where hast thou been man?”
    The Coronation: “What wind brought thee hither? In what old hollow tree, or rotten wall Hast thou been like a Swallow all this winter, Where hast thou been man?”
    The Coronation: “What wind brought thee hither? In what old hollow tree, or rotten wall Hast thou been like a Swallow all this winter, Where hast thou been man?”
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    The Coronation: “What wind brought thee hither? In what old hollow tree, or rotten wall Hast thou been like a Swallow all this winter, Where hast thou been man?”

    By James Shirley

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    James Shirley was born in London in September 1596.

    His education was through a collection of England’s finest establishments: Merchant Taylors' School, London, St John's College, Oxford, and St Catharine's College, Cambridge, where he took his B.A. degree in approximately 1618.

    He first published in 1618, a poem entitled Echo, or the Unfortunate Lovers.

    As with many artists of this period full details of his life and career are not recorded.

    He wrote his first play, Love Tricks, or the School of Complement, which was licensed on February 10th, 1625.

    For the next two decades, he would write prolifically and with great quality, across a spectrum of thirty plays; through tragedies and comedies to tragicomedies as well as several books of poetry. Unfortunately, his talents were left to wither when Parliament passed the Puritan edict in 1642, forbidding all stage plays and closing the theatres.

    His death, at age seventy, along with that of his wife, in 1666, is described as one of fright and exposure due to the Great Fire of London which had raged through parts of London from September 2nd to the 5th.

    He was buried at St Giles in the Fields, in London, on October 29th, 1666.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStage Door
    Release dateApr 8, 2018
    ISBN9781787379237
    The Coronation: “What wind brought thee hither? In what old hollow tree, or rotten wall Hast thou been like a Swallow all this winter, Where hast thou been man?”

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      The Coronation - James Shirley

      The Coronation by James Shirley

      Previously attributed to John Fletcher.

      James Shirley was born in London in September 1596.

      His education was through a collection of England’s finest establishments: Merchant Taylors' School, London, St John's College, Oxford, and St Catharine's College, Cambridge, where he took his B.A. degree in approximately 1618.

      He first published in 1618, a poem entitled Echo, or the Unfortunate Lovers.

      As with many artists of this period full details of his life and career are not recorded.

      He wrote his first play, Love Tricks, or the School of Complement, which was licensed on February 10th, 1625. 

      For the next two decades, he would write prolifically and with great quality, across a spectrum of thirty plays; through tragedies and comedies to tragicomedies as well as several books of poetry.  Unfortunately, his talents were left to wither when Parliament passed the Puritan edict in 1642, forbidding all stage plays and closing the theatres. 

      His death, at age seventy, along with that of his wife, in 1666, is described as one of fright and exposure due to the Great Fire of London which had raged through parts of London from September 2nd to the 5th.

      He was buried at St Giles in the Fields, in London, on October 29th, 1666.

      Index of Contents

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      THE CORONATION

      PROLOGUE

      ACTUS PRIMUS

      SCÆNA PRIMA

      ACTUS SECUNDUS

      SCÆNA PRIMA

      ACTUS TERTIUS

      SCÆNA PRIMA

      ACTUS QUARTUS

      SCÆNA PRIMA

      ACTUS QUINTUS

      SCÆNA PRIMA

      EPILOGUE

      JOHN SHIRLEY – A SHORT BIOGRAPHY

      JOHN SHIRLEY – A CONCISE BIBLIOGRAPHY

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      Philocles

      Lisander

      Cassander

      Lisimachus

      Antigonu

      Arcadius

      Macarius

      Seleucus

      Queen

      Charilla

      Polidora

      Nestorius

      Eubulus

      A Bishop

      Poleanus

      Sophia

      Demetrius

      Gentlemen and Gentlewomen

      Servants and Attendants

      PROLOGUE

      Since 'tis become the Title of our Play,

      A woman once in a Coronation may

      With pardon, speak the Prologue, give as free

      A welcome to the Theatre, as he

      That with a little Beard, a long black Cloak,

      With a starch'd face, and supple leg hath spoke

      Before the Plays the twelvemonth, let me then

      Present a welcome to these Gentlemen,

      If you be kind, and noble, you will not

      Think the worse of me for my Petticote:

      But to the Play, the Poet bad me tell

      His fears first in the Title, lest it swell

      Some thoughts with expectation of a strain,

      That but once could be seen in a Kings Reign,

      This Coronation, he hopes you may

      See often, while the genius of his Play,

      Doth prophesie, the Conduits may run Wine,

      When the days triumph's ended, and divine

      Brisk Nectar swell his Temples to a rage,

      With something of more price t' invest the Stage.

      There rests but to prepare you, that although

      It be a Coronation, there doth flow

      No undermirth, such as doth lard the Scene

      For course delight the language here is clean.

      And confident, our Poet bade me say,

      He'll bate you but the folly of a Play.

      For which, although dull souls his Pen despise,

      Who thinks it yet too early to be wise.

      The nobler will thank his Muse, at least

      Excuse him, cause his thought aim'd at the best,

      But we conclude not, it does rest in you.

      To censure Poet, Play, and Prologue too.

      But what have I omitted? is there not

      A blush upon my cheeks that I forgot

      The Ladies, and a Female Prologue too?

      Your pardon noble Gentlewomen, you

      Were first within my thoughts, I know you sit

      As free, and high Commissioners of wit,

      Have clear, and active souls, nay, though the men

      Were lost in your eyes, they'll be found agen,

      You are the bright intelligences move,

      And make a harmony this sphere of Love,

      Be you propitious then, our Poet says,

      Our wreath from you, is worth their grove of Bayes:

      ACTUS PRIMUS

      SCÆNA PRIMA

      Enter PHILOCLES and LISANDER.

      PHILOCLES

      Make way for my Lord Protector.

      LISANDER

      Your graces servants.

      [Enter CASSANDER, and LISIMACHUS.

      CASSANDER

      I like your diligent waiting, where's Lisimachus?

      LISIMACHUS

      I wait upon you, Sir.

      CASSANDER

      The Queen looks pleasant

      This morning, does she not?

      LISIMACHUS

      I ever found

      Her gracious smiles on me.

      CASSANDER

      She does consult

      Her safety in't, for I must tell thee boy,

      But in the assurance of her love to thee,

      I should advance thy hopes another way,

      And use the power I have in Epire, to

      Settle our own, and uncontrouled greatness;

      But since she carries her self so fairly,

      I am content to expect, and by her marriage

      Secure thy fortune, that's all my ambition

      Now, be still careful in thy applications

      To her, I must attend other affairs,

      Return, and use what Art thou canst to lay

      More charms of love upon her.

      LISIMACHUS

      I presume

      She always speaks the language of her heart,

      And I can be ambitious for no more

      Happiness on earth, than she encourages

      Me to expect.

      CASSANDER

      It was an act becoming

      The wisdom of her Father to engage

      A tye between our Families, and she

      Hath play'd her best discretion to allow it;

      But we lose time in conference, wait on her,

      And be what thou wert born for, King of Epire,

      I must away.                                                 

      [Exit.

      LISIMACHUS

      Success ever attend you.

      Is not the Queen yet coming forth?

      LISANDER

      Your servant,

      You may command our duties,

      This is the Court Star, Philocles.

      PHILOCLES

      The Star that we must sail by.

      LISANDER

      All must borrow

      A light from him, the young Queen directs all

      Her favours that way.

      PHILOCLES

      He's a noble Gentleman,

      And worthy of his expectations:

      Too good to be the son of such a Father.

      LISANDER

      Peace, remember he is

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