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 0.75 · 482 words
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I wonder you should be so sad and melancholy, I'll lay a years' wages before hand I'll tell your disease, As well as any Doctor in Florence, and Let me but feel your pulse. Away, you are a fool, and trouble vs. That's no matter whether I be a fool or a physician, If I lose, I'll pay, that's certaina. Try the fool's counsel daughter, but be sure To forfeit, and to pay. Now sir, your skill. Nay, I must feel your pulse first, for if a Woman's pulse be near a place, I know there's few here of my years but would be glad to turn Doctors. Now sir, you see I do not smile. Nay, if it be nothing else, I'll fetch that will cure you presently. Child I must chide you, you give too much way unto this humour: It altars much your beauty. Oh young Mistress, where are you, the Prince, The Prince. Oh Mother, do you hear the news, the Prince, The Prince is coming. Where is he, oh where? Where is he? Why at the Court; where should he be? I did but do't to make you smile: Nay, I'll tickle you for a Doctor: Madam I have a years' wages before hand. Is he not come then? No marry is he not. My soul did leap within, to hear the Prince But named: It started every joint. Nay Madam, the Prince is come. Away, your foolerie's unseasonable, we'll not believe you. If you will not believe me, will you believe these? Welcome my Lord: And wherefore do you sigh? I fie Lauretta, cause I cannot choose. Nor could I choose, should you but sigh again. I'll tell thee Love, strange news: I must be married. Married my Lord! Why do you weep? You blamed me now for sighing: Why do you melt in tears? Sweet what's the cause? Nay, nothing. And as I told thee Sweet; I must be married, My Father and the State will have it so; And I came instantly to tell the news To thee Lauretta; As to one, from whom I nothing can conceal. Why should you grieve For that? For I, my Lord, must have a Husband too. Must you? But when's the day? When's yours my Lord? The tenth of the next month. The self same day, And selfsame hour that you enjoy your love, My Princely Husband I must then enjoy. But do you love him? Not myself more dear. How happy are you above me fair friend, That must enjoy where you affect? When I Am tie to others fancies: It was your promise That I should know him further. You shall see him That day, as richly habited as the great Heir of Florence: But royal Sir, what's she That you must bed then? 'Tis Iulia, The Duke of Milan's daughter: Why change your Face?
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I wonder you should bee so sad and melanchollie, Ile lay a yeeres wages before hand Ile tell your disease, As well as any Doctor in Florence, and Let me but feele your pulse. Away, you are a foole, and trouble vs. That's no matter whether I bee a foole or a phisitian, If I loose, Ile pay, that's certaina. Try the fooles counsell daughter, but bee sure To forfit, and to pay. Now sir, your skill. Nay, I must feele your pulse first, for if a Womans pulse bee neere a place, I know there's few heere of my yeeres but would bee glad to turne Doctors. Now sir, you see I doe not smile. Nay, if it bee nothing else, Ile fetch that will cure you presently. Child I must chide you, you giue too much way vnto this humour: It alters much your beautie. Oh young Mistris, where are you, the Prince, The Prince. Oh Mother, doe you heare the newes, the Prince, The Prince is comming. Where is hee, oh where? Where is hee? Why at the Court; where should hee bee? I did but doo't to make you smile: Nay, Ile tickle you for a Doctor: Madam I haue a yeeres wages before hand. Is hee not come then? No marrie is hee not. My soule did leape within, to heare the Prince But nam'd: It started euery ioynt. Nay Madam, the Prince is come. Away, your foolerie's vnseasonable, Weele not beleeue you. If you will not beleeue mee, will you beleeue these? Welcome my Lord: And wherefore doe you sigh? I figh Lauretta, cause I cannot chuse. Nor could I chuse, should you but sigh againe. Ile tell thee Loue, strange newes: I must be married. Married my Lord! Why doe you weepe? You blam'd mee now for sighing: Why doe you melt in teares? Sweet what's the cause? Nay, nothing. And as I told thee Sweete; I must bee married, My Father and the State will haue it so; And I came instantly to tell the newes To thee Lauretta; As to one, from whom I nothing can conceale. Why should you grieue For that? For I, my Lord, must haue a Husband too. Must you? But when's the day? When's yours my Lord? The tenth of the next moneth. The selfe same day, And selfesame houre that you inioy your loue, My Princely Husband I must then inioy. But doe you loue him? Not my selfe more deere. How happie are you aboue mee faire friend, That must inioy where you affect? When I Am tide to others fancies: It was your promise That I should know him further. You shall see him That day, as richly habited as the great Heire of Florence: But royall Sir, what's shee That you must bed then? 'Tis Iulia, The Duke of Millaines daughter: Why change your Face?