Heywood, Thomas · published 1634 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1625-1634] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 502 words
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The joyful day's to morrow. Pass this plunge And we are made for ever. What, my old Politician? he that undermined my old Lady and my young Mistress? now that I could find but one stratagem to blow him up; I would toss him, I would blanket him i'th' Air, and make him cut an Italian caper in the Clouds: These Politicians can do more execution with a pen, in their studies, than a good Soldier with his sword in the field, but he hath spied me. Thee friend I should have known? And you too, I should have known, but whether for a friend, or no, there's the question? Thou servest the General Sforza. I confess it; but whether you have served him well, or no, there hangs a Tale. How doth thy noble Lady, fair Lauretta? They have left Milan long, reside they here near to the City Florence? Some three miles off, here in the Forest, not halfe an hours riding. I pray thee recommend me to them both, And say, It shall go hard with mine affairs But I'll find seasoned hours to visit them. You shall not want directions to find the place, come when you will, you shall be most heartily— poisoned. Tell them, The news that they are well Is wondrous pleasing to me, and that power I have in Milan is reserved for them, To work them into grace: I can but smile, To see how close I have plotted their exile. Now business calls me hence: farewell. And behanged, Monsieur Stroza, whose description My Muse hath included in these few lines; Stroza, Thy Head is of a compely Block, And would show well, crowned with the comb of Cock: His Face an Inn, his Brow a sluttish Room, His Nose the Chamberlain, his Beard the Broom, Or like New-market Heath, that makes thieves rich, In which his Mouth stands just like Devills-ditch And so farewell to your worship, grave Mounsieur Stroza, For I must about my market. Stay till we be resolved. What means our son? Not to be gulled by the best Prince in Europe; Much less by Milan. Sir, be plain with vs. I much suspect that Lady's Chastity. Hers. I have said. there's Wormwood. I came in terms of Honour, Brought with me, all my comforts here on earth, My daughter; to bestow her on thy son: Poor Lady, innocently coming, forsaking all, Father and Country, to betake herself Unto his bosom; and is she for all this, Branded with shame? Who can accuse her, speak? what probabilities? What ground? the place? the means? the season how She did become corrupt? Sir, so we have heard. Produce the witness; and behold, I stand The Champion for her honour, and will aver Her Chaste, above degree; infinitely honest: Oh Prince! what, can you ground such injury Upon vain hearsay? Speak for yourself, take spirit Came we thus far, to be thus wronged? Was the slave never Christened, hath he no name?
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The ioyfull day's to morrow. Passe this plunge And we are made for euer. What, my old Polititian? hee that vndermin'd my old Lady and my yong Mistris? now that I could find but one stratagem to blow him vp; I would tosse him, I would blanket him i'th Ayre, and make him cut an Italian caper in the Clouds: These Polititians can doe more execution with a pen, in their studies, then a good Souldier with his sword in the field, but he hath spi'd mee. Thee friend I should haue knowne? And you too, I should haue knowne, but whether for a friend, or no, ther's the question? Thou seru'st the Generall Sforsa. I confesse it; but whether you haue seru'd him well, or no, there hangs a Tale. How doth thy noble Lady, faire Lauretta? They haue left Millaine long, reside they here Neere to the City Florence? Some three miles off, here in the Forrest, not halfe an houres riding. I pray thee recommend me to them both, And say, It shall goe hard with mine affaires But Ile find season'd houres to visit them. You shall not want directions to find the place, come when you will, you shall be most heartily—poyson'd. Tell them, The newes that they are well Is wondrous pleasing to me, and that power I haue in Millaine is reseru'd for them, To worke them into grace: I can but smile, To see how close I haue plotted thier exile. Now businesse calls me hence: farewell. And behang'd, Monsieur Stroza, whose description My Muse hath included in these few lines; Stroza, Thy Head is of a compely Block, And would shew well, crown'd with the combe of Cock: His Face an Inne, his Brow a sluttish Roome, His Nose the Chamberlaine, his Beard the Broome, Or like New-market Heath, that makes theeues rich, In which his Mouth stands iust like Deuills-ditch And so farewell to your worship, graue Mounsieur Stroza, For I must about my market. Stay till we be resolu'd. What meanes our sonne? Not to be gull'd by the best Prince in Europe; Much lesse by Millaine. Sir, be plaine with vs. I much suspect that Ladies Chastity. Hers. I haue said. Ther's Worme-wood. I came in termes of Honour, Brought with me, all my comforts here on earth, My daughter; to bestow her on thy son: Poore Lady, innocently comming, forsaking all, Father and Countrey, to betake her selfe Vnto his bosome; and is she for all this, Branded with shame? Who can acuse her, speake? what probabilities? What ground? the place? the meanes? the season how Shee did become corrupt? Sir, so we haue heard. Produce the witnesse; and behould, I stand The Champion for her honour, and will auerre Her Chaste, aboue degree; infinitely honest: Oh Prince! what, can you ground such iniury Vpon vaine heare-say? Speake for your selfe, take spirit Came we thus farre, to be thus wrong'd? Was the slaue neuer Christen'd, hath hee no name?