Heywood, Thomas · published 1634 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1625-1634] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.87 · 495 words
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Have you sent for me, to accuse me here In this strange Clime? It is not Princely done. O Heaven, how am I perplexed! Son, Son, you wrong Yourself and me too, to accuse a Lady Of such high birth and fame; unless you confess Yourself to have erred, you needs must forfeit vs. My Lord, yield to your father, lest you draw His wrath upon you. Well, since I must, I will: Your pardon, Royal Father: Yours fair Princess: And yours great Duke: If I shall find myself truly to have erred, I shall confess your chastity much injured. Submission is to me full recompense. My daughter's honour? Do not stand off my Lord, If she be wronged, she's not much behindhand. Oh let me alone Stroza. Nay, good Brother Accept him as your Son. My hearts no closet for revenge; 'tis done. Now hear my protestations: I receive This Lady's hand on these Conditions; If you, my Lord, her father, or herself, Know herself faulty, Oh confess it here, Before the Ceremonies fasten on me: for if hereafter I find you once corrupted? by this right hand, My future hopes, my Father's royalty, And all the honours due unto our house, He have as many lives and heads for it, As he hath Manners Castles, Lives and Towers; It shall be worthy to be booked in Chronicles Of all strange tongues: And therefore beauteous Lady, As you esteem a Prince his name or honour, That you'd be a Maecenas unto virtue; If in the least of these you guilty be, Pull back your hand. What if you find her chaste? If chaste? she shall be dearer far to me. Then my own soul: I will respect her honour, Equal with that of my great Ancestors; All this I vow, as I am Prince and virtuous. Then join their hands. she's mine: Set forwards then. All goes not well, This juggling will be found, Then where am I then? would I were safe in Milan. Here Matchivell th'wast hatched: Could not the same Planet inspire this pate of mine with some Rare stratagem, worthy a lasting Character: No, 'twill not be; my brain is at a nonplus, For I am dull. Stroza. My Lord. Oh now, or never Stroza! I am turned Fool, Ass, Iddeott; Are they married? Yes, and the Prince after the Ceremony, Embraced her lovingly. But the hell is, That they must lie together, there's the Devil. And then— And then we are disgraced and shamed. Canst thou not helped man? Why you would make A man— midwife, wooed you? I have no skill. Stroza, awake, thouart drowsy. Peace, interrupt me not, I hait: so to revenge me upon her Whom most I hate. To Strumpet her 'twere brave. Counsel advise me. You'll make me mad my Lord: And in this sweet revenge, I am not only Pleased (with just satisfaction for all wrongs) But the great Prince most palpably deceived.
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Haue you sent for me, to accuse me heere In this stange Clime? It is not Princely done. O Heauen, how am I perplext! Sonne, Sonne, you wrong Your selfe and me too, to accuse a Lady Of such high birth and fame; vnlesse you confesse Your selfe to haue err'd, you needs must forfeit vs. My Lord, yeeld to your father, lest you draw His wrath vpon you. Well, since I must, I will: Your pardon, Royall Father: Yours faire Princesse: And yours great Duke: If I shall find my self truely to haue err'd, I shall confesse your chastity much iniur'd. Submission is to me full recompence. My daughters honour? Doe not stand off my Lord, If she be wrong'd, shee's not much behind-hand. Oh let me alone Stroza. Nay, good Brother Accept him as your Sonne. My hearts no closet for reuenge; tis done. Now heare my protestations: I receiue This Ladies hand on these Conditions; If you, my Lord, her father, or her selfe, Know her selfe faulty, Oh confesse it here, Before the Ceremonies fasten on me: for if hereafter I find you once corrupted? by this right hand, My future hopes, my Fathers royalty, And all the honours due vnto our house, He haue as many liues and heads for it, As he hath Manners Castles, Liues and Towres; It shall be worthy to be bookt in Chronicles Of all strange tongues: And therefore beautious Lady, As you esteeme a Prince his name or honour, That youd be a Mecenas vnto vertue; If in the least of these you guilty be, Pull backe your hand. What if you find her chaste? If chaste? she shall be dearer farre to me. Then my owne soule: I will respect her honour, Equall with that of my great Ancestours; All this I vow, as I am Prince and vertuous. Then ioyne their hands. Shee's mine: Set forwards then. All goes not well, This iugling will be found, Then where am I then? would I were safe in Millaine. Here Matchiuell th'wast hatcht: Could not the same Planet inspire this pate of mine with some Rare stratagem, worthy a lasting Character: No, 'twill not be; my braine is at a non-plus, For I am dull. Stroza. My Lord. Oh now, or neuer Stroza! I am turn'd Foole, Asse, Iddeott; Are they married? Yes, and the Prince after the Ceremonie, Imbrac'd her louingly. But the hell is, That they must lie together, ther's the Deuill. And then— And then we are disgrac'd and sham'd. Canst thou not help't man? Why you would make A man—midwife, woo'd you? I haue no skill. Stroza, awake, th'art drowsie. Peace, interrupt me not, I ha'te: so to reuenge mee vpon her Whom most I hate. To Strumpet her 'twere braue. Counsell aduise me. Youle make me mad my Lord: And in this sweet reuenge, I am not onely Pleas'd (with iust satisfaction for all wrongs) But the great Prince most palpably deceiu'd.