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 0.83 · 509 words
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Did my Nephew Seriously deliver this? I assure your Grace With zeal, and vehemency, and even when With his best words he strived to set her forth (Though the rare subject made him eloquent) He would complain, all he could say came short Of her deservings. Pray you have patience. This was strangely carried. Ha! are we tristed with? Dare they do this? is Cozimo's fury, that Of late was terrible, grown contemptible? Well; we will clear our brows, and undermine Their secret works, (though they have digged like Moles,) And crush'em with the tempest of my wrath When I appear most calm. He is unfit To command others, that knows not to use it, And with all rigour, yet my stern looks shall not Discover my intents, for I will strike When I begin to frown. You are the Mistress Of that you did demand. I thank your Highness, But speed in the performance of the grant Doubles the favours Sir. You shall possess it sooner than you expect, Only be pleased to be ready when my Secretary Waits upon you, to take the fresh air. My Nephew! And my bosom friend so to cheat me, 'tis not fair! Where should this Princess be? nor in her lodgings, Nor in the private walks, Her own retreat Which she so much frequented? By my life She's with the Duke. And I much more than fear Her forwardness to prefer my suit, hath ruined What with such care we built up. Have you furnished Those Coursers, as we willed you? There's no sign Of anger in his looks. They are complete Sir. 'Tis well. To your rest. Soft sleeps wait on you madam. Tomorrow with the rising of the Sun Be ready to ride with us. They with more safety Had trod on fork-tongued Adders, then provoked me. I come not to be thanked Sir for the speedy Performance of my promise touching Lidia, It is effected. We are undone. The Duke No sooner heard me with my best of language Describe her excellencies, as you taught me, But he confirmed it. You look sad, as if You wished it were undone. No gracious madam, I am your servant for't. Be you as careful For what I moved to you. Count Sanazarro, Now I perceive you honour me, in vouchsafing To wear so slight a favour. 'Tis a grace I am unworthy of. You merit more In prizing so a trifle. Take this Diamond, I'll second what I have begun. For know Your valour hath so won upon me, that 'Tis not to be resisted. I have said Sir, And leave you to interpret it. This to me Is Wormwood. 'Tis apparent we are taken In our own noose. What's to be done? I know not. And 'tis a punishment justly fall'n upon me For leaving truth, a constant Mistress, that Ever protects her servants, to become A slave to lies, and falsehood. What excuse Can we make to the Duke? what mercy hope for, Our packing being laid open?
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Did my Nephew Seriously deliver this? I assure your Grace With zeale, and vehemencie, and even when With his best words he striv'd to set her forth (Though the rare subject made him eloquent) He would complaine, all he could say came short Of her deservings. Pray you have patience. This was strangely caried. Ha! are we tristed with? Dare they doe this? is Cozimos furie, that Of late was terrible, growne contemptible? Well; we will cleare our browes, and undermine Their secret works, (though they have dig'd like Moles,) And crush'em with the tempest of my wrath When I appeare most calme. He is unfit To command others, that knowes not to use it, And with all rigour, yet my sterne lookes shall not Discover my intents, for I will strike When I begin to frowne. You are the Mistresse Of that you did demand. I thank your Highnesse, But speed in the performance of the grant Doubles the favours Sir. You shall possesse it sooner then you expect, Onely be pleas'd to be ready when my Secretary Waites upon you, to take the fresh ayre. My Nephew! And my bosome friend so to cheat me, 'tis not faire! Where should this Princesse be? nor in her lodgings, Nor in the private walks, Her owne retreat Which she so much frequented? By my life She's with the Duke. And I much more then feare Her forwardnesse to prefer my suit, hath ruin'd What with such care we built up. Have you furnish'd Those Coursers, as we will'd you? There's no signe Of anger in his lookes. They are compleat Sir. 'Tis well. To your rest. Soft sleepes wayt on you Madame. Tomorrow with the rising of the Sunne Be ready to ride with us. They with more safety Had trod on fork-tongu'd Adders, thē provok'd me. I come not to be thank'd Sir for the speedy Performance of my promise touching Lidia, It is effected. We are undone. The Duke No sooner heard me with my best of language Describe her excellencies, as you taught me, But he confirm'd it. You looke sad, as if You wish'd it were undone. No gracious Madame, I am your servant for't. Be you as carefull For what I mov'd to you. Count Sanazarro, Now I perceive you honour me, in vouchsafing To weare so sleight a favour. 'Tis a grace I am unworthy of. You merit more In prizing so a trifle. Take this Diamond, I'll second what I have begun. For know Your valour hath so woone upon me, that 'Tis not to be resisted. I have said Sir, And leave you to interpret it. This to me Is Wormewood. 'Tis apparant we are taken In our owne nooze. What's to be done? I know not. And 'tis a punishment justly salne upon me For leaving truth, a constant Mistresse, that Ever protects her servants, to become A slave to lyes, and falshood. What excuse Can we make to the Duke? what mercy hope for, Our packing being laid open?