Massinger, Philip · published 1636 · first performed or written 1627 [licensed for stage, Jul 5] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 501 words
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That you would please To take occasion to move the Duke, That you with his allowance may command This matchless virgin Lidia (of whom I cannot speak too much) to wait upon you. She's such a one, upon the forfeit of Your good opinion of me, that will not Be a blemish to your train. 'Tis rank! He loves her; But I will fit him with a suit. I pause not As if it bred or doubt or scruple in me To do what you desire, for I'll effect it, And make use of a fair and fit occasion. Yet in return I ask a boon of you, And hope to find you, in your grant to me As I have been to you. Command me madam. 'Tis near allied to yours. That you would be A Suitor to the Duke, not to expose (After so many trials of his faith) The noble Sanazarro to all dangers, As if he were a wall to stand the fury Of a perpetual battery: but now To grant him after his long labours, rest And liberty to live in Court, his Arms And his victorious sword and shield hung up For monuments. Umph. I'll embrace fair Prince The soonest opportunity. The Duke! Nay, blush not; we smile on your privacy, And come not to disturb you. You are equals, And without prejudice to either's Honours. May make a mutual change of love and Courtship, Till you are made one, and with holy rites, And we give suffrage to it. You are gracious. To ourself in this. But now break off. Too much Taken at once of the most curious viands Dulls the sharp edge of appetite. We are now For other sports, in which our pleasure is That you shall keep us company. We attend you. IS my Lord stirring? No; He's fast. Let us take then Our morning draught. Such as eat store of Beef, Mutton, and Capons, may preserve their healths With that thin composition called small Beer, As 'tis said they do in England. But Italians That think when they have supped upon an Olive, A Root, or bunch of Raisins, 'tis a Feast, Must kill those crudities, rising from cold herbs, With hot and lusty wines. A happiness Those Tramontaines ne'er tasted. Have they not Store of wine there? Yes, and drink more in two hours Then the Dutchmen, or the Dane in four and twenty. But what is't? French trash, made of rotten grapes And dregs, and lees of Spain, with Welsh metheglin, A drench to kill a horse, but this pure Nectar Being proper to our climate, is too fine To brook the roughness of the Sea. The spirit Of this begets in us quick apprehensions And active executions, whereas their Gross feeding makes their understanding like it. They can fight, and that's their all. Security Dwells about this house I think, the gate's wide open, And not a servant stirring. See the horses Set up, and clothed.
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That you would please To take occasion to move the Duke, That you with his allowance may command This matchlesse virgin Lidia (of whom I cannot speake too much) to waite upon you. She's such a one, upon the forfeit of Your good opinion of me, that will not Be a blemish to your trayne. 'Tis ranke! He loves her; But I will fit him with a suit. I pause not As if it bred or doubt or scruple in me To doe what you desire, for I'll effect it, And make use of a faire and fit occasion. Yet in returne I aske a boone of you, And hope to finde you, in your grant to me As I have beene to you. Command me Madame. 'Tis neere allyde to yours. That you would be A Suitor to the Duke, not to expose (After so many trialls of his faith) The noble Sanazarro to all dangers, As if he were a wall to stand the furie Of a perpetuall batterie: but now To grant him after his long labours, rest And liberty to live in Court, his Armes And his victorious sword and shield hung up For monuments. Umph. I'll embrace faire Princea The soonest oportunity. The Duke! Nay, blush not; we smile on your privacie, And come not to disturbe you. You are equalls, And without prejudice to eithers Honors. May make a mutuall change of love and Courtship, Till you are made one, and with holy rites, And we give suffrage to it. You are gracious. To our selfe in this. But now break off. Too much Taken at once of the most curious viands Dulls the sharp edge of appetite. We are now For other sports, in which our pleasure is That you shall keepe us company. We attend you. IS my Lord stirring? No; He's fast. Let us take then Our morning draught. Such as eate store of Beefe, Mutton, and Capons, may preserve their healths With that thin composition call'd small Beere, As 'tis said they doe in England. But Italians That think when they have sup'd upon an Olive, A Root, or bunch of Raysins, 'tis a Feast, Must kill those cludities, rising from cold hearbs, With hot and lusty wines. A happinesse Those Tramontaines ne're casted. Have they not Store of wine there? Yes, and drink more in two houres Then the Dutchmen, or the Dane in foure and twenty. But what is't? French trash, made of rotten grapes And dregs, and lees of Spaine, with Welch Metheglyn, A drench to kill a horse, but this pure Nectar Being proper to our climate, is too fine To brook the roughnesse of the Sea. The spirit Of this begets in us quick apprehensions And active executions, whereas their Grosse feeding makes their understanding like it. They can fight, and that's their all. Security Dwells about this house I think, the gate's wide open, And not a servant stirring. See the horses Set up, and cloath'd.