Massinger, Philip · published 1636 · first performed or written 1627 [licensed for stage, Jul 5] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 517 words
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I am Sir A novice in my judgement of a Lady, But such as it is, your Grace shall hear it freely. I would not speak in of her, and am sorry If I keep myself a friend to truth, I cannot Report her as I would, so much I owe Her reverend Father. But I'll give you Sir As near as I can her character in little. She's of a goodly stature, and her limbs Not disproportioned; for her face it is Far from deformity, yet they flatter her That style it excellent: her manners are Simple and innocent: but her discourse And wit deserve my pity, more than praise. At her best my Lord, she is a handsome picture, And that said, all is spoken. I believe you I ne'er yet found you false. Nor ever shall Sir. Forgive me matchless Lidia I too much love And jealous fear to lose thee, do compel me Against my will, my reason, and my knowledge To be a poor detractor of that beauty, Which fluent Ovid, if he lived again, Would want words to express. Pray you make choice of The richest of our furniture for those horses, And take my Nephew with you, we in this Will follow his directions. Could I find now The Princess Fiorinda, and persuade her To be silent in the suit, that I moved to her All were secure. In that my Lord 'twill aid you. We will be private, leave us. All my studies And serious meditations aim no further Than this young man's good. He was my sister's son, And she was such a sister when she lived I could not prize too much, nor can I better Make known how dear I hold her memory, Then in my cherishing the only issue Which she hath left behind her Who's that? Sir. My fair charge, you are welcome to us. I have found it Sir. All things go well in Urbin. Your gracious care to me an Orphan, frees me From all suspicion, that my jealous fears can drive into my fancy. The next Summer In our own person, we will bring you thither, And seat you in your own. When you think fit Sir. But in the mean time, with your highness' pardon, I am a suitor to you. Name it madam, With confidence to obtain it. That you would please To lay a strict command on Charomonte, To bring his daughter Lidia to the Court, And pray you think Sir that 'tis not my purpose To employ her as a servant, but to use her As a most wished companion. Ha. Your reason? The hopeful Prince your Nephew Sir hath given her To me for such an abstract of perfection, In all that can be wished for in a virgin, As beauty, music, ravishing discourse, Quickness of apprehension, with choice manners And learning to, not usual with women; That I am much ambitious (though I shall Appear but as a foil to set her off) To be from her instructed, and supplied In what I am defective.
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I am Sir A novice in my judgement of a Lady, But such as it is, your Grace shall heare it freely. I would not speake in of her, and am sorie If I keepe my selfe a friend to truth, I cannot Report her as I would, so much I owe Her reverend Father. But I'll give you Sir As neere as I can her character in little. She's of a goodly stature, and her limbs Not disproportion'd; for her face it is Farre from deformity, yet they flatter her That style it excellent: her manners are Simple and innocent: but her discourse And wit deserve my pittie, more then praise. At her best my Lord, she is a hansome picture, And that said, all is spoken. I beleeve you I ne're yet found you false. Nor ever shall Sir. Forgive me matchlesse Lidia I too much love And jealous feare to lose thee, doe bompell me Against my will, my reason, and my knowledge To be a poore ditracter of that beauty, Which fluent Ovid, if he liv'd againe, Would want words to expresse. Pray you make choyce of The richest of our furniture for those horses, And take my Nephew with you, we in this Will follow his directions. Could I finde now The Princesse Fiorinda, and perswade her To be silent in the suit, that I mov'd to her All were secure. In that my Lord t'll ayde you. We wil be private, leave us. All my studies And serious meditations ayme no further Then this young mans good. He was my sisters son, And she was such a sister when she liv'd I could not prize too much, nor can I better Make knowne how deere I hold her memory, Then in my cherishing the onely issue Which she hath left behind her Who's that? Sir. My faire charge, you are welcome to us. I have found it Sir. All things goe well in Urbin. Your gracious care to me an Orphan, frees me From all suspition, that my jealous feares can drive into my fancie. The next Summer In our owne person, we will bring you thither, And seat you in your owne. When you think fit Sir. But in the mean time, with your Highnesse pardon, I am a suitor to you. Name it Madame, With confidence to obtaine it. That you would please To lay a strict command on Charomonte, To bring his daughter Lidia to the Court, And pray you think Sir that 'tis not my purpose To imploy her as a servant, but to use her As a most wish'd companion. Ha. Your reason? The hopefull Prince your Nephew Sir hath given her To me for such an abstract of perfection, In all that can be wish'd for in a virgin, As beauty, musique, ravishing discourse, Quicknesse of apprehension, with choyce manners And learning to, not usuall with women; That I am much ambitious (though I shall Appeare but as a foyle to set her off) To be from her instructed, and suppli'd In what I am defective.