Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1632 [1632-1633] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 489 words
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Nothing, sweet Princess, But only to present your grace with this sweet faced Fool: please you to accept him to make you merry; I'll assure your Grace, he is a very whole some Fool. A fool? you might as well ha' given yourself: Whence is he? Now, just very now, given me out of special favour, by the Lord Fernando, Madam. By him? well, I accept him; thank you for't: And in requital, take that Tooth picker. 'Tis yours. A Tooth-picker; I kiss your bounty: no quibble now? And Madam, If I grow sick, to make my spirits quicker, I will revive them with this sweet Tooth-picker. Make use on't as you list; here D'avolos, Take in the Fool. Come, sweet heart, wilt along with me? V v vmh—v v vmh—won not, won not—v v vmh Wilt go with me, chick? Will go, te e e— go will go— Come D'avolos, observe tonight; 'tis late: Or I will win my choice, or curse my fate. This was wisely done now: 'Sfoot you purchase A favour from a Creature, my Lord, the greatest King of the earth would be proud of. Giacopo! My Lord. Come behind me, Giacopo; I am big with conceit and must be delivered of poetry, in the eternal commendation of this gracious Tooth-picker: but first, I hold it a most healthy policy to make a flight supper. For meat's the food that must preserve our lives, And now's the time, when mortals whet their knives on thresholds, shoe-soles, Cartwheels, &c. Away Giacopo. 'Tis yet but early night, too soon to sleep: Sister, shall's have a mate at Chess? A mate! No, Madam; you are grown too hard for me: My Lord Fernando is a fitter match. He's a well practised gamester: Well, I care not, how cunning so ere he be, To pass an hour; I'll try your skill, my Lord; Reach here the Chessboard. Are you so apt to try his skill, Madam Duchess? Very good. I shall bewray too much my ignorance In striving with your Highness; 'tis a game I lose at still, by oversight. Well, well, I fear you not, let's to't. You need not, Madam. Marry needs she not; how gladly will she to't? 'tis a Rook to a Queen, she heaves a pawn to a knight's place; by’r lady, if all be truly noted, to a Duke's place; and that's beside the play, I can tell ye. Madam, I must entreat excuse; I feel The temper of my body not in case To judge the strife. Lights for our sister, sirs: Good rest t'ee; I'll but end my game and follow. Let 'em have time enough, and as thou canst, Be near to hear their Courtship, D'avolos. Madam, I shall observe 'em with all cunning secrecy. Colona, attend our sister to her chamber. I shall Madam.— Play. I must not lose th'advantage of the game: Madam, your Queen is lost.
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Nothing, sweet Princesse, But onely to present your grace with this sweet fac'd Foole: please you to accept him to make you merry; I'le assure your Grace, he is a very whole some Foole. A foole? you might as well ha giuen your selfe: Whence is he? Now, iust very now, giuen me out of speciall fauour, by the Lord Fernando, Madam. By him? well, I accept him; thanke you for't: And in requitall, take that Tooth picker. 'Tis yours. A Tooth-picker; I kisse your bounty: no quibble now? And Madam, If I grow sicke, to make my spirits quicker, I will reuiue them with this sweet Tooth-picker. Make vse on't as you list; here D'auolos, Take in the Foole. Come, sweet heart, wilt along with me? V v vmh—v v vmh—won not, won not—v v vmh Wilt goe with me, chicke? Will goe, te e e—goe will goe— Come D'auolos, obserue to night; 'tis late: Or I will win my choyce, or curse my fate. This was wisely done now: S'foot you purchase A fauour from a Creature, my Lord, the greatest King of the earth wud be proud of. Giacope! My Lord. Come behind me, Giacopo; I am big with conceit and must be deliuered of poetry, in the eternall commendation of this gracious Tooth-picker: but first, I hold it a most healthy policy to make a flight supper. For meat's the food that must preserue our liues, And now's the time, when mortals whet their kniues on thresholds, shoo-soles, Cart-wheeles, &c. Away Giacopo. 'Tis yet but early night, too soone to sleepe: Sister, shall's haue a mate at Chesse? A mate! No, Madam; you are growne too hard for me: My Lord Fernando is a fitter match. He's a well practiz'd gamester: Well, I care not, how cunning so er'e he be, To passe an houre; I'le try your skill, my Lord; Reach here the Chesse-board. Are you so apt to try his skill, Madam Dutchesse? Very good. I shall bewray too much my ignorance In striuing with your Highnesse; 'tis a game I lose at still, by ouersight. Well, well, I feare you not, let's too't. You need not, Madam. Marry needs she not; how gladly will shee too't? 'tis a Rooke to a Queene, she heaues a pawne to a Knights place; by'rlady, if all be truly noted, to a Dukes place; and that's beside the play, I can tell ye. Madam, I must ntreat excuse; I feele The temper of my body not in case To iudge the strife. Lights for our sister, sirs: Good rest t'ee; I'le but end my game and follow. Let 'em haue time enough, and as thou canst, Be neare to heare their Courtship, D'auolos. Madam, I shall obserue 'em with all cunning secrecy. Colona, attend our sister to her chamber. I shall Madam.— Play. I must not lose th'aduantage of the game: Madam, your Queene is lost.