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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This is my Friends one I loued, Only because they have been dear to him That now will strive to be more dear to you; Vouchsafe their pardon. All dear, to me indeed, for I have paid for't soundly, Yet for the sake, I am atoned with all; Only that wanton. Her, and her Company, abandon quite; So doing, we are friends. A just Condition, and willingly subscribed to. But for that Villain; I am now devising What shame, what punishment remarkable, To inflict on him. Why Master? Have I laboured; Plotted, Contrived, and all this while for you, And will you leave me to the Whip and Stocks; Not mediate my peace. sirrah, come down. Not till my Pardon's sealed, I'll rather stand here Like a Statue, in the Forefront of your house For ever; Like the picture of Dame Fortune Before the Fortune Playhouse. If I have here But any Friend amongst you, join with me In this petition. Good Sir, for my sake, I resolved you truly Concerning Whooping, the Noise, the Walking; and the Sprights, And for a need, can show you a Ticket for him too. I impute my wrongs rather to knavish Cunning, Than least pretended Malice. What he did, Was but for his Young Master, I allow it Rather as sports of Wit, than injuries; No other prey esteem them. even as freely, As you forget my quarrels made with you; Raised from the Errors first begot by him; I here remit all free; I now am Calm, But had I seized upon him in my Spleen— I knew that, therefore this was my Invention, For policy's the art still of Prevention. Come down then Reignald, first on your hands and feet, and then on your knees to your Master; Now gentlemen, what do you say to your inviting to my Master's Feast. we will attend him. Nor do I love to break good company; For Master Wincott is my worthy Friend, And old acquaintance; Oh thou crafty wagstring, And couldst thou thus delude me? But we are Friends; Nor Gentlemen, let not what's here to past, In your least thoughts disable my Estate; This my last Voyage hath made all things good, With surplus too; Be that your comfort Son: Well Reignald— But no more. I was the Fox, But I from hencefoorth, will no more the Cox— Combe, put vpon your pate. Let's walk Gentlemen Son, let me tell you, you are ill advised; And doubly to be blamed, by undertaking Unnecessary travel; Grounding no reason For such a rash and giddy enterprise: What profit aim you at, you have not reaped; What Novelty affords the Christian world, Of which your view hath not participated In a full measure; Can you either better Your language or experience? Your self-will Hath only purpose to deprive a father Of a loved son, and many noble friends, Of your much wished acquaintance.
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This is my Friends one I loued, Onely because they haue bin deere to him That now will striue to be more deere to you; Vouchsafe their pardon. All deere, to me indeed, for I haue payd for't soundly, Yet for the sake, I am atton'd with all; Onely that wanton. Her, and her Company, abandon quite; So doing, wee are friends. A iust Condition, and willingly subscrib'd to. But for that Villaine; I am now deuising What shame, what punishment remarkable, To inflict on him. Why Master? Haue I laboured; Plotted, Contriued, and all this while for you, And will you leaue me to the Whip and Stockes; Not mediate my peace. come downe. Not till my Pardon's sealed, I'le rather stand heere Like a Statue, in the Fore-front of your house For euer; Like the picture of Dame Fortune Before the Fortune Play-house. If I haue heere But any Friend amongst you, ioyne with mee In this petition. Good Sir, for my sake, I resolued you truely Concerning Whooping, the Noyse, the Walking; and the Sprights, And for a need, can shew you a Ticket for him too. I impute my wrongs rather to knauish Cunning, Then least pretended Malice. What he did, Was but for his Young Master, I allow it Rather as sports of Wit, then iniuries; No other pray esteeme them. Euen as freely, As you forget my quarells made with you; Rais'd from the Errours first begot by him; I heere remit all free; I now am Calme, But had I seaz'd vpon him in my Spleene— I knew that, therefore this was my Inuention, For Pollicie's the art still of Preuention. Come downe then Reignald, first on your hands and feete, and then on your knees to your Master; Now gentlemen, what doe you say to your inuiting to my Masters Feast. Wee will attend him. Nor doe I loue to breake good company; For Master Wincott is my worthy Friend, And old acquaintance; Oh thou crafty Wag-string, And could'st thou thus delude me? But we are Friends; Nor Gentlemen, let not what's heere to past, In your least thoughts disable my Estate; This my last Voyage hath made all things good, With surplus too; Be that your comfort Sonne: Well Reignald—But no more. I was the Fox, But I from hencefoorth, will no more the Cox— Combe, put vpon your pate. Let's walke Gentlemen Sonne, let me tell you, you are ill aduised; And doubly to be blam'd, by vndertaking Vnnecessary trauell; Grounding no reason For such a rash and giddy enterprise: What profit aime you at, you haue not reapt; What Nouelty affords the Christian world, Of which your view hath not participated In a full measure; Can you either better Your language or experience? Your selfe-will Hath onely purpose to depriue a father Of a loued sonne, and many noble friends, Of your much wisht aquaintance.