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 0.85 · 503 words
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I thank you Sir: See, you would make me a sir Panderus, Yet far as I can see you, I will trust you. Sweet Lady, how long is't— nay keep that hand, Since those fierce wars 'twixt Florence and great Milan Nay that hand still. And have you ne'er a love then? Yes my Lord: I should belie my own thoughts to deny, And say I had none. Pray acquaint me with him, And for thy sake I'll give him state and Honours, And make him great in Florence. Is he of birth? A mighty Dukedom's Heir. How now my Lauretta? I prithee sweet where lives he? In his Country. Honour me so much As let me know him. In that your Grace must pardon me. Must? then I will. Is he of presence sweet? As like your Grace as one Prince to another. Honour me so much then, as let me know him. In that excuse me Sir. Thee, love I will In all things: wherefore study you? Why my Lord? I was even wishing you a mighty harm; But pardon me 'twas out even unawares. Harme? there's none can come from thee Lauretta, Thou art all goodness, nay confess it sweet. I was wishing with myself that you were poor: Oh pardon me my Lord, a poor, a poor man. Why my Lauretta? Sir, because that little I have, Might do you good: I would you had No, money, nay, no means: but I speak idly, Pray pardon me my Lord. By all my hopes I have in Florence, would thou wert a Duchess, That I might court thee upon equal terms; Or that I were of low dejected fortunes, To rank with thee in Birth: for to enjoy Thy beauty, were a greater Dowry than Florence Great Dukedom. Oh my Lord, my Lord, Are you close at it? and you too crabbed Age, and you the— there's Rods in piss for some of you. Now sir, the news? Oh my Lord, there's a Nobleman come from the Court to speak with you. Mounsieur, upon my life 'tis some Ambassador. Good Sir make haste, lest I be challenged for you. No worthy Friend, for me thou shalt not suffer, At our best leisured hours we mean to visit you; Now give me leave to take a short farewell. Your pleasure is your own, To part from him I am rent quite asunder. And you can but keep your legs close, Let him rend any thing else and spare not. Speak the true Tenor of your Embassy. If Florence prize the Duke of Milan's love, His endeared Amity: If he have mind To mix with him in consanguinity, To strengthen both your Realms: he make the project To your fair Treaty, that your hopeful Heir Shall with the princeise Iulia his fair Daughter, Be joined in Marriage; her large Dowry shall be A spacious Dukedom after his decease. But which my Lord counts most, is a fair League 'Twixt your divided Dukedoms.
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I thanke you Sir: See, you would make me a sir Panderus, Yet farre as I can see you, I will trust you. Sweete Lady, how long is't—nay keepe that hand, Since those fierce warres 'twixt Florence and great Millaine Nay that hand still. And haue you ne're a loue then? Yes my Lord: I should belye my owne thoughts to deny, And say I had none. Pray acquaint me with him, And for thy sake I'le giue him state and Honours, And make him great in Florence. Is he of birth? A mighty Duke-domes Heire. How now my Lauretta? I prithee sweete where liues he? In his Countrey. Honour me so much As let me know him. In that your Grace must pardon me. Must? then I will. Is he of presence sweete? As like your Grace as one Prince to another. Honour me so much then, as let me know him. In that excuse me Sir. Thee, loue I will In all things: wherefore study you? Why my Lord? I was euen wishing you a mighty harme; But pardon me 'twas out euen vnawares. Harme? there's none can come from thee Lauretta, Thou art all goodnesse, nay confesse it sweete. I was wishing with my selfe that you were poore: Oh pardon me my Lord, a poore, a poore man. Why my Lauretta? Sir, because that little I haue, Might doe you good: I would you had No, money, nay, no meanes: but I speake idly, Pray pardon me my Lord. By all my hopes I haue in Florence, would thou wert a Dutchesse, That I might court thee vpon equall tearmes; Or that I were of low deiected fortunes, To ranke with thee in Birth: for to enioy Thy beauty, were a greater Dowre then Florence Great Duke-dome. Oh my Lord, my Lord, Are you close at it? and you too crabbed Age, and you the—there's Rods in pisse for some of you. Now sir, the newes? Oh my Lord, there's a Nobleman come from the Court to speake with you. Mounsieur, vpon my life 'tis some Embassadour. Good Sir make haste, lest I be challeng'd for you. No worthy Friend, for me thou shalt not suffer, At our best leasur'd houres we meane to visite you; Now giue me leaue to take a short fare-well. Your pleasure is your owne, To part from him I am rent quite asunder. And you can but keepe your leggs close, Let him rend any thing else and spare not. Speake the true Tenor of your Embassie. If Florence prize the Duke of Millaines loue, His indear'd Amity: If he haue minde To mixe with him in conanguinity, To strengthen both your Realmes: he make the proiect To your faire Treaty, that your hopefull Heire Shall with the princeise Iulia his faire Daughter, Be ioyn'd in Marriage; her large Dowre shall be A spacious Duke-dome after his decease. But which my Lord counts most, is a faire League 'Twixt your diuided Duke-domes.