Heywood, Thomas · published 1634 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1625-1634] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 483 words
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May you be ever happy. I but Madam, this is a hard case being truly considered, to give away all, why your Shoemaker, though he hath many other Tools to work with, he will not give away his All. All ours was his alone, it came by him. And for his Honour it was paid again. Why, say I had a piece of Meat, I had a mind to, I might perhaps give away a Modicum, a Morsel, a Fragment or so, but to give away and be a hungry myself, I durst not do't for my Guts, or say I should meet with a friend that had but one Penny in his Purse, that should give me a Pot of Ale, that should drink to me, and drink up all, I'll stand too't there's no Conscience in't. What hath been done was for my Fathers Honor. She might have given away a little, and a little, but When all is gone, what's left for me? We will leave Milan and to Florence straight, Though we are poor, yet where we live unknown 'Tis the less grief, sirrah, will you consort With us, and bear a part in our misfortunes? Troth Madam, I could find in my heart to go with you but for one thing. What's that? Because you are too liberal a Mistress: and that's a fault seldom found among Ladies: For look, you use o give away all, and I am all that is left; and I am afraid when you come into a strange Country, you'll give away me too, so that I shall never live to be my own man. Tush, fear it not. Why then I'll go with you inspite of your teeth. Leave Milleine then, to Florence be our guide, Heaven when man fails, must for our help provide. This Letter came from you, 'tis your Character. That hand in Contract you so long have had, Should not seem strange to you now. You are with-child, So doth your Letter say: what change your face? My blushes must speak for me. And this Child You would bestow on me: you are very liberal Lady, You give me more than I did mean to ask. And yet but what's your own Sir, I am serious, And it will ill become your Oaths and Vows To jest at my undoeing. You would say Rather your doing. In doing thus, you should undo me quite. What do you weep, that late did rail in clamour? Your thunders turned to showers? It is most strange. You have dishonoured me, and by your flattery Have robbed me of my chaste Virginity: Yet ere I yielded, we were man and wife, Saving the Churches outward Ceremony. But Lady, you that would be won by me To such an act of lust, would soon consent Unto another. Can this be found in man?
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May you be euer happy. I but Madam, this is a hard case being truly considered, to giue away all, why your Shoe-maker, though he hath many other Tooles to worke with, he will not giue away his All. All ours was his alone, it came by him. And for his Honour it was paid againe. VVhy, say I had a peece of Meate, I had a mind to, I might perhaps giue away a Modicum, a Morcell, a Fragment or so, but to giue away and bee a hungry my selfe, I durst not doo't for my Guts, or say I should meete with a friend that had but one Penny in his Purse, that should giue mee a Pot of Ale, that should drinke to me, and drinke vp all, I'le stand too't there's no Conscience in't. VVhat hath beene done was for my Fathers Honor. Shee might haue giuen away a little, and a little, but VVhen all is gone, what's left for me? VVee will leaue Millaine and to Florence straight, Though wee are poore, yet where we liue vnknowne 'Tis the lesse griefe, sirrah, will you consort VVith vs, and beare a part in our misfortunes? Troth Madam, I could find in my heart to goe with you but for one thing. What's that? Because you are too liberall a Mistresse: and that's a fault seldome found among Ladies: For looke, you vse o giue away all, and I am all that is left; and I am affraide when you come into a strange Countrey, you'le giue away me too, so that I shall neuer liue to be my owne man. Tush, feare it not. Why then I'le goe with you inspite of your teeth. Leaue Milleine then, to Florence be our guide, Heauen when man failes, must for our helpe prouide. This Letter came from you, 'tis your Character. That hand in Contract you so long haue had, Should not seeme strange to you now. You are with-childe, So doth your Letter say: what change your face? My blushes must speake for me. And this Childe You would bestow on me: y are very liberall Lady, You giue me more then I did meane to aske. And yet but what's your owne Sir, I am serious, And it will ill become your Oathes and Vowes To iest at my vndoeing. You would say Rather your doing. In doing thus, you should vndoe me quite. What doe you weepe, that late did rayle in clamor? Your thunders turnd to showres? It is most strange. You haue dishonoured me, and by your flattery Haue rob'd me of my chaste Virginity: Yet ere I yeelded, we were man and wife, Sauing the Churches outward Ceremony. But Lady, you that would be wonne by me To such an act of lust, would soone consent Vnto another. Can this be found in man?