Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 488 words
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Lift for heaven's sake. But what am I the nearer, were all these Conveyed to sundry places and unseen; The stain of our disorders still remain, Of which, the house will witness, and the old man Must find when he enters; And for these I am here left to answer: What is he gone? But whither? But into th' self same house That harbours him; my Fathers, where we all Attend from him surpriseall. I will make That Prison of your fears, your Sanctuary; Go get you in together. To this house? Your Fathers, with your Sweetheart, these and all; Nay, no more words but do't, That were to betray us to his fury. I have't here, To Bail you hence at pleasure; and in th' interim, I'll make this supposed Goal, to you, as safe From th' injured old man's just incensed spleen, As were you now together i'th' Low-Countreyes, Virginia, or i'th' Indies. Present fear, Bids us to yield unto the faint belief Of the least hoped safety. Will you in? By thee we will be counseled. Shut them fast. And thou and I to leave them? No such thing, for you shall bear your Sweetheart company, And help to cheer the rest. And so thou Meanest to escape alone? Rather without, I'll stand a Champion for you all within; Will you be swayed? One thing in any case I must advise; The gates bolted and locked, See that 'mongst you no living voice be heard; No not so much as a Dog to howl, Or Cat to mewe, all silence, that I charge; As if this were a mere forsaken house, And none did there inhabit. Nothing else? And though the old man thunder at the gates As if he meant to ruin what he had reared, None on their lives to answer. 'Tis my charge; Remains there nothing else? Only the Key; for I must play the gaoler for your durance, To be the Mercurie in your release. Me and my hope, I in this Key deliver To thy safe trust. When you are fast you are safe, And with this turn 'tis done: What fools are these, To trust their ruined fortunes to his hands That hath betrayed his own; And make themselves Prisoner to one deserves to lie for all, As being cause of all; And yet something prompts me, I'll stand it at all dangers; And to recompense The many wrongs unto the young man done: Now, if I can doubly delude the old, My brain, about it then; All's hushed within, The noise that shall be, I must make without; And he that part for gain, and part for wit, So far hath travelled, strive to fool at home: Which to effect, Art must with Knavery join, And smooth Dissembling meet with Impudence; He do my best, and howsoe'er it prove, My praise or shame, 'tis but a servant's love.
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Lift for Heauens sake. But what am I the neerer, were all these Conuey'd to sundry places and vnseene; The staine of our disorders still remaine, Of which, the house will wirnesse, and the old man Must finde when he enters; And for these I am here left to answere: What is he gone? But whither? But into th' selfe same house That harbours him; my Fathers, where we all Attend from him surpriseall. I will make That Prison of your feares, your Sanctuary; Goe get you in together. To this house? Your Fathers, with your Sweet-heart, these and all; Nay, no more words but doo't, That were to betray vs to his fury. I haue't heere, To Baile you hence at pleasure; and in th' interim, Ile make this supposed Goale, to you, as safe From th' iniur'd old mans iust incensed spleene, As were you now together ith' Low-Countreyes, Viriginia, or ith' Indies. Present feare, Bids vs to yeeld vnto the faint beliefe Of the least hoped safety. Will you in? By thee we will be counsell'd. Shut them fast. And thou and I to leaue them? No such thing, for you shall beare your Sweet-heart company, And helpe to cheere the rest. And so thou Meanest to escape alone? Rather without, Ile stand a Champion for you all within; Will you be swai'd? One thing in any case I must aduise; The gates boulted and lockt, See that 'mongst you no liuing voyce be heard; No not so much as a Dog to howle, Or Cat to mewe, all silence, that I charge; As if this were a meere forsaken house, And none did there inhabite. Nothing else? And though the old man thunder at the gates As if he meant to ruine what he had rear'd, None on their liues to answere. 'Tis my charge; Remaines there nothing else? Onely the Key; for I must play the goaler for your durance, To bee the Mercurie in your release. Me and my hope, I in this Key deliuer To thy safe trust. When you are fast you are safe, And with this turne 'tis done: What fooles are these, To trust their ruin'd fortunes to his hands That hath betrai'd his owne; And make themselues Prisoner to one deserues to lie for all, As being cause of all; And yet something prompts me, Ile stand it at all dangers; And to recompence The many wrongs vnto the yong man done: Now, if I can doubly delude the old, My braine, about it then; All's husht within, The noise that shall be, I must make without; And he that part for gaine, and part for wit, So farre hath trauell'd, striue to foole at home: Which to effect, Art must with Knauery ioyne, And smooth Dissembling meet with Impudence; He doe my best, and howsoere it prooue, My praise or shame, 'tis but a seruants loue.