Heywood, Thomas · published 1634 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1625-1634] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 493 words
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She yields unto her shame; which makes me blessed, Let Millions fall, so I be crowned with rest. Oh me, unhappy, that here knew grief till not. Thou art our trusty Counsellor; if this pass 〈◊〉 We're passed all fear: What is she prithee? What? What's that to you, be she what ere she can, All's one to us, so she be found a Virgin; I have hired her, and she's pleased. But gave you charge as soon as ere the Prince was fast asleep, That she should rise and give place to our daughter? Doubt you not that; what, jealous already? How long she stays, I fain would be a bed; Pray heaven she do not fail By him asleep, and so forget herself. here's in my heart, a violent Fever still; Nor shall I find myself in my true temper, Until this brunt be passed. What, not yet? had she with Parma been a bed so long, It would have more perplexed me. See, here she is; The news? The Prince is fast, all done. Step in her place; Nay when? and counterfeit sleep presently. Away to bed my Lord: You to the Forest. I'll to my Coach, all's well. And for my part, it was not much amiss, Because my Lord the Prince had such content Which caused him give his Charter to my hand, The full assurance of fair Julia's dowry: Day 'gins to break, and I must to the Lodge. Oh what a grief it was to leave the Prince! But leave those thoughts: These Gifts to me assigned, Are nothing worth the gem I left behind. What do you not like your bedfellow, my Lord; That you are up so soon? Oh friend, was never man blessed with a Bride So chaste! I'm fierce myself, till this be known To my fair Forest friend: Let's mount away, The nights quite spent; and now begins the day. And what was it you said sirrah? Marry, I would entreat your Ladyship to turn away My fellow Ierom, for I think he's No true man. No true man, Why? Marry we were both in the Tavern together other day— And he stole some Plate? No Madam, but there stood at our elbow a pottle Pot— And he stole the Pot? No Madam, but he stole the wine in the Pot, and drunk it off, And made himself so drunk he bepissed himself: Your Ladyship could not be better bepissed in a Summers-day. Good morrow Lady: where's your daughter pray? She took so little rest last night, my Lord I think she is scarce well. Pray may we see her? My Lord you may. HEnce with Passion, Sighs and Tears, Desasters, Sorrows, Cares and Fears. See, My Love (my Love) appears, That thought himself exiled. Whence might all these loud joys grow? Whence might Mirth, and Banquet's flow? But that he's come (he's come) I know. Fair Fortune thou hast smiled.
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Shee yeeldes vnto her shame; which makes me blest, Let Millions fall, so I bee crown'd with rest. Oh me, vnhappie, that here knew griefe till not. Thou art our trusty Counsellor; if this passe We're past all feare: What is she preethee? What? What's that to you, bee shee what ere she can, All's one to vs, so she be found a Virgin; I haue hyred her, and shee's pleas'd. But gaue you charge Assoone as ere the Prince was fast asleepe, That shee should rise and giue place to our daughter? Doubt you not that; what, iealous already? How long she stayes, I faine would be a bed; Pray heauen shee doe not fail By him asleepe, and so forget her selfe. Heer's in my heart, a violent Feauer still; Nor shall I find my selfe in my true temper, Vntill this brunt bee past. What, not yet? had she with Parma beene a bed so long, It would haue more perplext mee. See, here shee is; The newes? The Prince is fast, all done. Step in her place; Nay when? and counterfeit sleepe presently. Away to bed my Lord: You to the Forrest. I'le to my Coach, all's well. And for my part, it was not much amisse, Because my Lord the Prince had such content Which caus'd him giue his Charter to my hand, The full assurance of faire Iulia's dowre: Day gins to breake, and I must to the Lodge. Oh what a griefe it was to leaue the Prince! But leaue those thoughts: These Gifts to me assign'd, Are nothing worth the Iem I left behind. What doe you not like your bed-fellow, my Lord; That you are vp so soone? Oh friend, was neuer man blest with a Bride So chast! I'me fearce my selfe, till this be knowne To my faire Forrest friend: Lett's mount away, The nights quite spent; and now begins the day. And what was it you said sirra? Marry, I would intreat your Lady-ship to turne away My fellow Ierom, for I thinke hee's No true man. No true man, Why? Marry we were both in the Tauerne together tother day— And hee stole some Plate? No Madam, but there stood at our elbow a pottle Pot— And hee stole the Pot? No Madam, but he stole the wine in the Pot, and drunke it off, And made himselfe so drunke hee be-pist himselfe: Your Ladyship could not be better be-pist in a Summers-day. Good morrow Lady: Wher's your daughter pray? Shee tooke so little rest last night, my Lord I thinke shee is scarce well. Pray may wee see her? My Lord you may. HEnce with Passion, Sighes and Teares, Desasters, Sorrowes, Cares and Feares. See, My Loue (my Loue) appeares, That thought himselfe exil'd. Whence might all these loud Ioyes grow? Whence might Myrth, and Banquet's flow? But that hee's come (hee's come) I know. Faire Fortune thou hast smil'd.