Heywood, Thomas · published 1634 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1625-1634] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 487 words
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Oh ignorant! are you a follower? I seldom go before when my betters are in place. A serving-man I take it. Right sir. I desire you the more compliment: I have the courtesy of the Forest for you. And I have the courtesy of the Court for you sir. That's to bring me to the Buttery hatch, and never make me drink. Sirrah, conduct those Ladies to the Lodge, And tell the Keeper we have stored for him, A better fortune; you shall hear further from us, You usher them. Come Ladies will you walk? How now saucebox, know your manners: was not I Gentleman usher before you came? Am not I he that did the bottle bring? Come Ladies follow me. Your purpose Sir, is to love this Lady, And hazard all your hopes. Oh gentle Friend, Why was I borne high? but to raise their hopes That are dejected: so much for my bounty. But for your love. It is with no intent To make the Maid my wife, because I know Her fortunes cannot equal mine. Then 'twere more dishonourable To strumpet her. Still thou mistak'st, mine Is honourable love, and built on virtue; Nor would I for the Emperor's Diadem, Corrupt her whom I love. Brave Prince I'm glad That ere I kept thy Company. Come Mounsieur, night steals on, not many years Shall pass me, but I purpose to revisit This my new Mistress, my auspicious fate To thee my happy love I consecrate. Thou shouldst be mind: and durst I for my Head Even in the open Court I'd challenge thee. But I have so incensed th'offended Duke, And laid such heavy spots upon her head, I cannot do't wiht safety: methinks this Child Doth look me in the face, as if 'twould call Me Father, and but this suspected Stroza Stuffed my too credulous ears with jealousies. For thee sweet Babe I'll swear, that if not all, Part of my blood runs in thy tender veins, For those few drops I will not see the perish; Be it for her sake whom once I loved, And shall do ever: Oh injurious Stroza! I now begin to fear; for this sweet Babe Hath in his face no bastardy, but shows A Princely semblance: but Stroza and the Duke, This will I keep as chary as her honour, The which I prize above the Universe. Though she were forced to be unnatural, I'll take to me this Infant's pupillage; Nor yet resolved, till I a way have found To make that perfect which is yet unsound. Forbear my Lords for a few private words: Fair Daughter, we'll not chide you farther now Nor add unto your blushes: by our rude Reproofs your faults are covered with these your sighs, Since all your fire of lust is quenched in ashes. Durst I presume my Lord, to know Whither you have send my son?
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Oh ignorant! are you a follower? I seldome goe before when my betters are in place. A Seruing-man I take it. Right sir. I desire you the more complement: I haue the courtesie of the Forrest for you. And I haue the courtesie of the Court for you sir. That's to bring me to the Buttery hatch, and neuer make me drinke. Sirrah, conduct those Ladies to the Lodge, And tell the Keeper we haue stor'd for him, A better fortune; you shall heare further from vs, You vsher them. Come Ladies will you walke? How now sawce-boxe, know your manners: was not I Gentleman vsher before you came? Am not I hee that did the bottle bring? Come Ladies follow me. Your purpose Sir, is to loue this Lady, And hazard all your hopes. Oh gentle Friend, Why was I borne high? but to raise their hopes That are deiected: so much for my bounty. But for your loue. It is with no intent To make the Maide my wife, because I know Her fortunes cannot equall mine. Then 'twere more dishonorable To strumpet her. Still thou mistak'st, mine Is honourable loue, and built on vertue; Nor would I for the Emperours Diademe, Corrupt her whom I loue. Braue Prince I'me glad That ere I kept thy Company. Come Mounsieur, night steales on, not many yeares Shall passe me, but I purpose to reuisite This my new Mistresse, my auspicious fate To thee my happy loue I consecrate. Thou shouldst be mind: and durst I for my Head Euen in the open Court I'de challenge thee. But I haue so incenst th'offended Duke, And layd such heauy spots vpon her head, I cannot doo't wiht safety: methinkes this Child Doth looke me in the face, as if 'twould call Me Father, and but this suspected Stroza Stuft my too credulous eares with iealousies. For thee sweete Babe I'le sweare, that if not all, Part of my blood runnes in thy tender veynes, For those few drops I will not see the perish; Be it for her sake whom once I lou'd, And shall doe euer: Oh iniurious Stroza! I now begin to feare; for this sweete Babe Hath in his face no bastardy, but shewes A Princely semblance: but Stroza and the Duke, This will I keepe as charie as her honour, The which I prize aboue the Vniuerse. Though she were forc't to be unnaturall, I'le take to me this Infants pupillage; Nor yet resolu'd, till I a way haue found To make that perfect which is yet vnsound. Forbeare my Lords for a few priuate words: Faire Daughter, wee'le not chide you farther now Nor adde vnto your blushes: by our rude Reproofes your faults are couered with these your sighes, Since all your fire of lust is quencht in ashes. Durst I presume my Lord, to know Whither you have send my sonne?