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 · 488 words
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Your Highness' Huntsman. Command him to remove, and instantly We give it to these Ladies: besides, add Unto our Guest three thousand pounds a year: We'll see it furnished too with Plate and Hangings. 'Las pretyt Maid, your father's dead you say, We'll take you now to our own Patronage, And trust me Lady, whiel we're Prince of Florence, You shall not want nor food, nor harbourage. Pardon Great Sir, this our neglect of duty Unto a Prince so gracious and complete In virtuous endowments. To excuse Our former negligence, behold I cast Me at your foot. Arise sweet, pray your name? Lauretta. Fair Lauretta, you shall be henceforth ours, Oh Mounsieur! I ne'er saw where I could love Till now. How now my Lord, remember pray, What you are to this poor dejected Maid. Well Mounsieur, well; when e'er I match, pray Heaven, We love so well: but love and toil hath made us Even somewhat thirsty, would we had some Wine. Nay, now I think I have fitted you with a Cup of Npsit. How now sirrah, what are you? What am I? Nay what art thou? I think you le prove little better than a smell-smock, That can find out a pretty wench in such a Corner. Peace sirrah, 'tis the Prince. What if he be? he may love a Wench as well as another man. What hast thou there? A bottle of Wine and a Manchet that my Lady sent me for. Thou ne'er couldst come to us in better time, Reach it us Mounsieur. Your bottle quickly sirrah, come I say. Yes, when? can you tell? do you think I am such an Ass, to part so lightly with my liquour? Know thou my friend, before I could get this bottle filled, I was glad to change a piece of Gold, and call for the rest again. And do you think I'll lose my liquour, and have no Gold nor rest again? Not so my Friend, not so. There's Gold sir. Madam, will you give me a Licence to sell Wine? I could get no Plate in the Forest but a wooden Dish. Fill to the Prince Lauretia. Will it please Your Highness' drink out of a wooden Mazer? Yes sweet with thee in any thing: you know We are a Prince, and you shall be our taster. Why should I love this Prince? his bounteous gifts Exalt me not, but make me much more poor, I'm more dejected than I was before. Sir. Lady, thanks: I fear me he is caught, But if he be, my Counsel must divert him. The bottom of the bottle is at your service Sir, Shall you and I part stakes? Tcie's more Gold for you. I had rather you had broke my pate then my draught, but hark you Sir, are you as a man should say, a belonger to? A belonger to? what's that sir?
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Your Highnesse Hunts-man. Command him to remoue, and instantly We giue it to these Ladies: besides, adde Vnto our Guest three thousand pounds a yeare: We'le see it furnisht too with Plate and Hangings. 'Las pretyt Maide, your father's dead you say, We'le take you now to our owne Patronage, And trust me Lady, whiel wee're Prince of Florence, You shall not want nor foode, nor harborage. Pardon Great Sir, this our neglect of duty Vnto a Prince so gracious and compleate In vertuous indowments. To excuse Our former negligence, behold I cast Me at your foote. Arise sweete, pray your name? Lauretta. Faire Lauret, you shall be henceforth ours, Oh Mounsieur! I ne're saw where I could loue Till now. How now my Lord, remember pray, What you are to this poore deiected Maide. Well Mounsieur, well; when e're I match, pray Heauen, We loue so well: but loue and toyle hath made vs Euen somewhat thirsty, would we had some Wine. Nay, now I thinke I haue fitted you with a Cup of Npsit. How now sirrah, what are you? What am I? Nay what art thou? I thinke you le proue little better then a smell-smocke, That can finde out a pretty wench in such a Corner. Pace sirrah, 'tis the Prince. What if he be? he may loue a Wench as well as another man. What hast thou there? A bottle of Wine and a Manchet that my Lady sent me for. Thou ne're couldst come to vs in better time, Reach it vs Mounsieur. Your bottle quickly sirrah, come I say. Yes, when? can you tell? doe you thinke I am such an Asse, to part so lightly with my liquor? Know thou my friend, before I could get this bottle fill'd, I was glad to change a piece of Gold, and call for the rest againe. And doe you thinke I'le loose my liquor, and haue no Gold nor rest againe? Not so my Friend, not so. There's Gold sir. Madam, will you giue me a Licence to sell VVine? I could get no Pate in the Forrest but a woodden Dish. Fill to the Prince Lauretia. Will it please Your Highnesse drinke out of a woodden Mazer? Yes sweete with thee in any thing: you know Wee are a Prince, and you shall be our taster. Why should I loue this Prince? his bounteous gifts Exalt me not, but make me much more poore, I'me more deiected then I was before. Sir. Lady, thankes: I feare me he is caught, But if he be, my Counsell must diuert him. The bottome of the bottle is at your seruice Sir, Shall you and I part stakes? Tcie's more Gold for you. I had rather you had broke my pate then my draught, but harke you Sir, are you as a man should say, a belonger to? A belonger to? what's that sir?