Heywood, Thomas · published 1634 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1625-1634] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.81 · 483 words
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Strike, I'll stand. How easy could I period all my care, Could I her kill, and yet her Infant spare: A double Murder I must needs commit, To ruin that which never offended yet. Oh Heaven! in this I your assistance crave, Punish the falter, and the innocent save. You are not true to your own honour Father. To let me longer live. Oh Iulia, Iulia, Thou hast overwhelmed upon my aged head Mountains of grief, t'oppress me to my grave. Is Parma found? My Lord, he's privately Fled from the Court Then fly thou after villain. Sir, are you mad? What's to be done? Alack, I cannot change a father and a Prince Into a eviell Hangman: tell me Iulia, Is thy guilt yet but private to thyself? It is my Lord. Conceal it then: we'll study To salve thy honour, and to keep thy looseness From all the world concealed, compress thy grief, And I will study how to shadow mine. Wipe from thy cheeks these tears: oh cursed Age, When Children 'gainst their Parents all things dare, Yet Fathers still prove Fathers in their care. Oh misery beyond comparison! When save the Heavens we have no roof at all To shelter vs. That word all Sticks more in my stomach then my victuals can: For indeed we can get none to eat now; I told you, you were so prodiga'l we should pinch for't. What place may we call this? what Clime? what Province? Why this is the Dukedom of Florence, and this is the Forest where the hard-hearted Duke hunts many a Hart: and there's no Deer so dear to him, but he'll kill it: as goodly a large place to starve in, as your Ladyship can desire to see in a Summer's day. Yet here, since no man knows us, no man can Deride our misery: better die starved, Then basely beg. How better starve then beg; all the Ladies of Florence shall never make me of that belief. I had rather beg a thousand times, then starve once, do you scorn begging? Your betters do not, no Madam; get me a Snapsack, I'll to Florence: I'll make all the high ways ring of me with for the Lords sake. I have studied a Prayer for him that gives, and a Pox take him that gives nothing: I have one for the Horse-way, another for the Foote-way, and a third for the turning-ftile. No Madam, begging is grown a gentlemanlike Calling here in our Country. I have yet one poor piece of Gold reserved, Step to the Village by and fetch some Wine. You had better keep your Gold, and trust to my begging Oratory, yet this is the worst they can say to me, that I am my Lady's Bottleman. Here's a strange change: we must be patient, Yet can I not but weep thinking on thee.
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Strike, I'le stand. How easie could I period all my care, Could I her kill, and yet her Infant spare: A double Murder I must needes commit, To ruine that which neuer offended yet. Oh Heauen! in this I your assistance craue, Punish the faulter, and the innocent saue. You are not true to your owne honour Father. To let me longer liue. Oh Iulia, Iulia, Thou hast ouerwhelm'd vpon my aged head Mountaines of griefe, t'oppresse me to my graue. Is Parma found? My Lord, hee's priuately Fled from the Court Then flye thou after villaine. Sir, are you madde? What's to be done? Alacke, I cannot change a father and a Prince Into a euiell Hang-man: tell me Iulia, Is thy guilt yet but priuate to thy selfe? It is my Lord. Conceale it then: wee'le study To salue thy honour, and to keepe thy loosenesse From all the world conceal'd, compresse thy griefe, And I will study how to shadow mine. Wipe from thy cheekes these teares: oh cursed Age, When Children 'gainst their Parents all things dare, Yet Fathers still proue Fathers in their care. Oh misery beyond comparison! When saue the Heauens we haue no roofe at all To shelter vs. That word all Stickes more in my stomacke then my victuals can: For indeede wee can get none to eate now; I told you, you were so prodiga'l we should pinch for't. What place may wee call this? what Clime? what Prouince? Why this is the Duke-dome of Florence, and this is the Forrest where the hard-hearted Duke hunts many a Hart: and there's no Deere so deare to him, but hee'le kill it: as goodly a large place to starue in, as your Ladiship can desire to see in a Summers day. Yet here, since no man knowes vs, no man can Deride our misery: better dye staru'd, Then basely begge. How better starue then begge; all the Ladies of Florence shal neuer make me of that beleefe. I had rather beg a thousand times, then starue once, doe you scorne begging? Your betters doe not, no Madam; get me a Snap-sacke, I'le to Florence: I'le make all the high wayes ring of me with for the Lords sake. I haue studied a Prayer for him that giues, and a Poxe take him that giues nothing: I haue one for the Horse-way, another for the Foote-way, and a third for the turning-ftile. No Madam, begging is growne a gentlemanlike Calling here in our Countrey. I haue yet one poore piece of Gold reseru'd, Step to the Vilage by and fetch some Wine. You had better keepe your Gold, and trust to my begging Oratory, yet this is the worst they can say to mee, that I am my Ladies Bottle-man. Here's a strange change: we must be patient, Yet can I not but weepe thinking on thee.