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 0.80 · 488 words
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We do conceit you: But for the Dowry you crave? Ten thousand Crowns By th'year. 'Tis granted: only our Son's consent Is wanting: but see here, he wished for comes. Mounsieur what are those? Ambassadors my Lord. Whence are these Lords? From Milan. Their business Royal Sir? About a match, Which if you't please, we highly shall applaud. They offer you a fair and virtuous Princess Unto your bed: Unto my bed my Lord? I am not so afraid of spirits Sir, But I can lie alone without a bedfellow. 'Tis the fair Princess Iulia you must Marry. Marry my Lord? I marry must you Sir, Or you divorce yourself from our dear love. But is she fair? As ever Helen was. What, and as Charte? It were not Princely in you, Royal Sir, To question such a Princess Chastity; I could have instanced Lucrece. Would you had, For both were ravished. How's this my Lord? They offer love and beauty, which being both So freely offered, do deserve acceptance, Your answer Sir? That I am yours: The States; and if you please So to dispose me, hers: what ere she be, Come friend, I must impart my Love this news, Or it will rend my heart. I shall return this answer. Faithfully As we intent it: But you first shall taste The bounty of our Court, with royal Presents Both to the Duke your master, and the Princess; It done, prepare we for this great solemnity, Of Hymeneal jubilees. Fixed is the day, Wherein rich Florens shall her pomp display. Only to you, of all the Milan Peers, I dare expose my safety. In these arms My Lord, you are Sanctuared. I do not doubt it: But I pray you tell me, since I left the Court, How is my absence taken? Of the Duke, With much distaste. But of the Princess Iulia? Full two Months She kept her Chamber, grievously distracted, They say, mere grief for your departure hence. Bravely managed, The Duke I see was more kind to her fame, Then to his pretty grandchild; well I'll salt it all, But what think you if after all I should Send Letters to her, or Ambassadors? I should not win her, for I know Th'aue her heart in bondage. Why worthy Prince, Have you not heard the news: She hath been offered Unto the Florentine, the match accepted, And the Nuptial day the tenth of the next Month. No more: Pray leave me Sir. I will: Pray Sir Regard your safety. To be married, Ruimus in vestitum semper, I did neglect her, but being denied, I dote upon her beauty: Methinks 'tis fit, If I begot the Child? I wed the Mother: The Prince, I pity he should be so wronged, And I the Instrument: Now help me brain, That near was wont to fail me: 'Tis decreed Something to Plot, although I fail to speed.
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We doe conceite you: But for the Dowre you craue? Ten thousand Crownes By th'yeare. 'Tis granted: onely our Sonnes consent Is wanting: but see here, he wisht for comes. Mounsieur what are those? Embassadours my Lord. Whence are these Lords? From Millaine. Their businesse Royall Sir? About a match, Which if you't please, we highly shall applaud. They offer you a faire and vertuous Princesse Vnto your bed: Vnto my bed my Lord? I am not so affraide of spirits Sir, But I can lye alone without a bed-fellow. 'Tis the faire Princesse Iulia you must Marry. Marry my Lord? I marry must you Sir, Or you diuorce your selfe from our deare loue. But is she faire? As euer Hellen was. What, and as Charte? It were not Princely in you, Royall Sir, To question such a Princesse Chastity; I could haue instanc'd Lucrece. Would you had, For both were rauisht. How's this my Lord? They offer loue and beauty, which being both So freely offer'd, doe deserue acceptance, Your answere Sir? That I am yours: The States; and if you please So to dispose me, hers: what ere she be, Come friend, I must impart my Loue this newes, Or it will rend my heart. I shall returne this answere. Faithfully As we intend it: But you first shall taste The bounty of our Court, with royall Presents Both to the Duke your master, and the Princesse; It done, prepare we for this great solemnity, Of Hymeneall Iubilies. Fixt is the day, Wherein rich Florens shall her pompe display. Onely to you, of all the Millaine Peeres, I dare expose my safety. In these armes My Lord, you are Sanctuared. I doe not doubt it: But I pray you tell me, since I left the Court, How is my absence taken? Of the Duke, With much distaste. But of the Princesse Iulia? Full two Moneths Shee kept her Chamber, grieuously distracted, They say, meere griefe for your departure hence. Brauely manag'd, The Duke I see was more kind to her fame, Then to his prettie grand-childe; well Ile salt it all, But what thinke you if after all I should Send Letters to her, or Ambassadors? I should not win her, for I know Th'aue her heart in bondage. Why worthy Prince, Haue you not heard the newes: Shee hath beene offered Vnto the Florentine, the match accepted, And the Nuptiall day the tenth of the next Moneth. No more: Pray leaue mee Sir. I will: Pray Sir Regard your safety. To bee married, Ruimus in vestitum semper, I did neglect her, but being deni'd, I doate vpon her beautie: Methinkes 'tis fit, If I begot the Child? I wed the Mother: The Prince, I pitie hee should bee so wrong'd, And I the Instrument: Now helpe mee braine, That neare was wont to fayle mee: 'Tis decreed Something to Plot, although I faile to speede.