Heywood, Thomas · published 1634 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1625-1634] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 445 words
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Your Highness is most Royal? Her Father shall be in the Camp relieved, She graced in Court, how will she brave you then? If suffer this take all? why the meanest Lady Would never brook an equal? you a Princess? And can you brook a base competitor? It shall not, we are fixed and stand immoved, And will be swayed by no hand. Iulia? A Suitor to that Lady Royal Father, Before she be a widow that you are So private in discourse? O you mistake, For she the suitor is and hath obtained. I'm glad I have found you in the giving vain Will you grant me one boon to? Question not, To haste your Marriage with the former Prince, Or at the least the contract, is't not that? Say 'twere my Lord? It could not be denied But speak? thy suit? To have this modest Gentlewoman Banished the Court, My Daughter Royal princess, Show us some cause I beg it? Lady though You be i'th' begging vain, I am not now In the giving, will you leave us? Wherein O Heaven Have I deserved your wrath, that you should thus Pursue me? I have searched, indeed beyond My understanding, but yet cannot find? Wherein I have offended by my chastity. How chastitiy? A thing long sought 'mongst Captain's wives and daughters, Yet hardly can be found. Fair Lady yield Unto my daughter's spleen her rage blown o'er, Fear not, I'll make your peace, as for your suit Touching your husband, that will I secure. Haste Stroza, unto the Prince his chamber, Give him this letter, it concerns my honour, My state, my life, all that I can call good Depends upon the safe delivery Of these few broken Letters. Madam, 'tis done— What stays she to outface me? Madam, I yield Way to your spleen, not knowing whence it grows, Bearing your words more heavy than your blows. Small hope there is to see the Father righted. When the child is thus wronged. Must speak with the Duke, Must fellow? stay your hour, and dance attendance Until the Duke's at leisure. I'll do neither, I come in haste with news, Why then keep out sir. Ha Milksop? know portcullised gates Though kept with Pikes & Muskets, could ne'er keep me out And dost thou think to shut me out with Wainscot? What's he? A Soldier, Whence? The Camp The news? A mighty loss; a glorious victory But which the greater? 'tis uncertain Sir: But will you hear the best or bad news first? Cheer me with conquest first, that being armed With thy best news, we better may endure What sounds more fatal.
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Your Highnesse is most Royall? Her Father shall be in the Campe releiu'd, She grac'd in Court, how will she braue you then? If suffer this take all? why the meanest Lady Would neuer brooke an equall? you a Princesse? And can you brooke a base competitor? It shall not, we are fixt and stand immou'd, And will be swaid by no hand. Iulia? A Sutor to that Lady Royall Father, Before she be a widdow that you are So priuate in discourse? O you mistake, For shee the sutor is and hath obtain'd. I'm glad I haue found you in the giuing vaine Will you grant me one boone to? Question not, To hast your Marriage with the former Prince, Or at the least the contract, is't not that? Say twere my Lord? It could not be denide But speake? thy suite? To haue this modest Gentlewoman Banisht the Court, My Daughter Royall princesse, Show vs some cause I beg it? Lady though You be i'th begging vaine, I am not now In the giuing, will you leaue vs? Wherein O Heauen Haue I deseru'd your wrath, that you should thus Persue me? I haue searcht, indeed beyond My vnderstanding, but yet cannot finde? Wherein I haue offended by my chastity. How chastitiy? A thing long sought 'mongst Captains wiues and daughters, Yet hardly can bee found. Faier Lady yeild Vnto my daughters spleen her rage blowne 'ore, Feare not, Ile make your peace, as for your suite Touching your husband, that will I secure. Haste Stroza, vnto the Prince his chamber, Giue him this letter, it concernes my honor, My state, my life, all that I can call good Depends vpon the safe deliuery Of these few broken Letters. Maddam, tis done— VVhat stayes she to out-face me? Madam, I yeeld VVay to your spleene, not knowing whence it growes, Bearing your words more heauy then your blowes. Small hope there is to see the Father righted. VVhen the child is thus wrong'd. Must speake with the Duke, Must fellow? stay your howre, and dance attendance Vntill the Duke's at leisure. Ile doe neither, I come in haste with newes, VVhy then keepe out sir. Ha Milksop? know percullist gates Though kept with Pikes & Muskets, could nere kepe me out And dost thou thinke to shut me out with VVainscot? VVhat's he? A Souldier, VVhence? The Campe The newes? A mighty losse; a glorious victory But which the greater? Tis vncertaine Sir: But will you heare the best or bad newes first? Cheere me with conquest first, that being arm'd With thy best newes, we better may endure What sounds more fatall.