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 0.82 · 509 words
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To thee sweet Lady: I offer all these pleasures, Oh happy fate that hath selected me To be your raiser: Lady take this gold, But that's not all: For there are greater honours Prepared for you; the Duke of Milan doth Commend him to you: Iulia his daughter Hath in her honour late miscarried, Now 't lies in you to salve and make all good. Who? Lies this in my daughter? Yes, in her, She hath the power to make the Duke her friend, Iulia her sister, and all Milan bound To offer up for her their Orrisons. Good Sir be plain. This night lie with the Prince In Julia's stead: There's way made for you, Who would not woo, for what you are wooed too? Do you not blush, when you deliver this Pray tell the Duke, all Women are not Iulia, And though we be dejected, thus much tell him, We hold our honour at too high a price, For Gold to buy. Nay Lady, hear me out; You shall preserve her honour, gain the Duke, Redeem your fortunes: Strengthen you in friends, You shall have many Towns and Turrets standing, Which future War may ruin: Think on that. Lauretta, oh behold thy mother's tears! Think on they Father, and his honour won, And call to mind our exile: All the wrongs We have endured by her, to whom we gave No cause, and now are plunge in a deep stream. Which not resisted, will for ever blemish The name of Sforza thy great Ancestors, Thou'lt waken thy dead Father from his grave, And cause his honoured wounds which he received From that unthankful Duke, to bleed afresh, Pouring out new blood from is grisly wounds, If thou consentest to this abhorred fact, Thy Mother's curse will seize on thee for ever: Oh child, behold me on my knees: I'll follow thee, Oh do not leave me thus, and pull on thee An everlasting stain, to scandal all Thy former Virtues, for the momentary Short pleasures of one night. She doth not council well; 'tis foolish rashness, Womanish Indiscretion Sir be answered, If Iulia be disloyal: Let her be found So by the Prince she weds: Let her be branded With the vile name of strumpet: She disgraced Me, that ne'er thought her harms; publicly struck me, Nay in the Court: And after that, procured My banishment: These Injuries I reaped By her alone, then let it light on her. Now see your error, What better; safer, or more sweet revenge, Then with the Husband? what more could woman ask? My blood rebels against my reason, and I no way can withstand it: 'Tis not the Gold Moves me, but that dear love I bear the Prince, Makes me neglect the credit and the honour Of my dear Father's house: Sir, what the Duke desires I am resolved to do his utmost will. Oh my dear daughter. Good Mother speak not, for my word is past. And cannot be recalled, Sir will you away? I am resolute.
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To thee sweete Lady: I offer all these pleasures, Oh happie fate that hath selected mee To be your raiser: Lady take this gold, But that's not all: For there are greater honours Prepared for you; the Duke of Millaine doth Commend him to you: Iulia his daughter Hath in her honour late miscarried, Now 't lies in you to salue and make all good. Who? Lies this in my daughter? Yes, in her, Shee hath the power to make the Duke her friend, Iulia her sister, and all Millaine bound To offer vp for her thier Orrisons. Good Sir bee plaine. This night lie with the Prince In Iulia's stead: There's way made for you, Who would not woo, for what you are wooed too? Doe you not blush, when you deliuer this Praye tell the Duke, all Women are not Iulia, And though wee bee deiected, thus much tell him, Wee hold our honour at too high a price, For Gold to buy. Nay Lady, heare me out; You shall preserue her honour, gaine the Duke, Redeeme your fortunes: Strengthen you in friends, You shall haue many Townes and Turrets standing, Which future Warre may ruine: Thinke on that. Lauretta, oh behold thy mothers teares! Thinke on they Father, and his honour wonne, And call to mind our exile: All the wrongs Wee haue indured by her, to whom wee gaue No cause, and now are plundg'd in a deepe streame. Which not resisted, will for euer blemish The name of Sforsa thy great Ancestors, Thou'lt waken thy dead Father from his graue, And cause his honour'd wounds which hee receiu'd From that vnthankfull Duke, to bleede afresh, Powring out new blood from 's grisly wounds, If thou consentest to this abhorred fact, Thy Mothers curse will seaze on thee for euer: Oh child, behold me on my knees: Ile follow thee, Oh doe not leaue me thus, and pull on thee An euerlasting staine, to scandall all Thy former Vertues, for the momentarie Short pleasures of one night. She doth not councell well; 'tis foolish rashnes, Womanish Indiscretion Sir bee answered, If Iulia bee disloyall: Let her bee found So by the Prince she wedds: Let her be branded With the vile name of strumpet: Shee disgrac'd Mee, that nere thought her harmes; publikely strucke mee, Nay in the Court: And after that, procur'd My banishment: These Iniuries I reap't By her alone, then let it light on her. Now see your errour, What better; safer, or more sweete reuenge, Then with the Husband? what more could woman aske? My blood rebells against my reason, and I no way can withstand it: 'Tis not the Gold Mooues mee, but that deere loue I beare the Prince, Makes me neglect the credit and the honour Of my deare Fathers house: Sir, what the Duke desires I am resolued to doe his vtmost will. Oh my deare daughter. Good Mother speake not, for my word is past. And cannot bee recall'd, Sir will you away? I am resolute.