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 T6 Money, debt and credit · 516 words
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'Tis not to Be questioned, but his purposed journey is To see fair Lidia. And to divert him Impossible. There's now no looking backward. And which way to go on with safety not To be imagined. Give me leave. I have An embryon in my brain, which, I despair not, May be brought to form and fashion, provided You will be open breasted. 'Tis no time now Our dangers being equal, to conceal A thought from you. What power hold you o'er Lidia? Do you think that with some hazard of her life She would prevent your ruin? I presume so. If in the undertaking it, she stray not From what becomes her innocence, and to that 'Tis far from me to press her, I myself Will rather suffer. 'Tis enough, this night Write to her by your servant Calandrino As I shall give directions, my man Shall bear him company. See Sir to my wish He does appear, but much transformed from what He was when he came hither. I confess I am not very wise, and yet I find A fool, so he be parcel knave in Court, May flourish and grow rich. Calandrino. Peace. I am in contemplation. Do not you know me? I tell thee? no, on forfeit of my place, I must not know myself, much less my Father, But by Petition. That Petition lined too With golden birds, that sing to the tune of Profit, Or I am deaf. But you have your sense of feeling. Nay pray you forbear. I have all that's requisite To the making up of a Signior. My spruce ruff, My hooded cloak, long stocking, and pained hose, My Case of toothpicks, and my silver fork, To convey an Olive neatly to my mouth, And what is all in all, my pockets ring A golden peal. O that the Peasants in the Country (My quondam fellows) but saw me as I am, How they would admire and worship me! As they shall, For instantly you must thither. My grand Signior Vouchsafe a bezolus manus, and a cringe Of the last edition. You must ride post with Letters This night to Lidia. And it please your Grace Shall I use my Coach, or foot-cloth Mule? You Whidgin, You are to make all speed, think not of pomp. Follow for your instructions Sirrah. I have one suit to you My good Lord. What is't? That you would give me A subtle Court charm, to defend me from Th' infectious air of the Country. What's the reason? Why, as this Court air taught me knavish wit, By which I am grown rich, if that again Should turn me fool and honest; Vain hopes farewell, For I must die a beggar. Go too Sirrah, You'll be whipped for this. Leave fooling, and attend us. DAughter I have observed since the Prince left us (Whose absence I mourn with you, & the visit Count Sanazarro gave us, you have nourished Sad and retired thoughts, and parted with That freedom, and alacrity of spirit With which you used to cheer me.
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'Tis not to Be question'd, but his purpos'd journey is To see faire Lidia. And to divert him Impossible. There's now no looking backward. And which way to goe on with safety not To be imagin'd. Give me leave. I have An Embrion in my braine, which, I despaire not, May be brought to forme and fashion, provided You will be open breasted. 'Tis no time now Our dangers being equall, to conceale A thought from you. What power hold you o're Lidia? Doe you think that with some hazard of her life She would prevent your ruine? I presume so. If in the undertaking it, she stray not From what becomes her innocence, and to that 'Tis farre from me to presse her, I my selfe Will rather suffer. 'Tis enough, this night Write to her by your servant Calandrino As I shall give directions, my man Shall beare him company. See Sir to my wish He does appeare, but much transform'd from what He was when he came hither. I confesse I am not very wise, and yet I finde A foole, so he be parcell knave in Court, May flourish and grow rich. Calandrino. Peace. I am in contemplation. Doe not you know me? I tell thee? no, on forfeit of my place, I must not know my selfe, much lesse my Father, But by Petition. That Petition lin'd too With golden birds, that sing to the tune of Profit, Or I am deafe. But you have your sense of feeling. Nay pray you forbeare. I have all that's requisite To the making up of a Signior. My spruce ruffe, My hooded cloake, long stockin, and pain'd hose, My Case of tooth-picks, and my silver forke, To convey an Olive neatly to my mouth, And what is all in all, my pockets ring A golden peale. O that the Pesants in the Country (My quondam fellowes) but saw me as I am, How they would admire and worship me! As they shall, For instantly you must thither. My grand Signior Vouchsafe a bezolus manus, and a cringe Of the last edition. You must ride post with Letters This night to Lidia. And it please your Grace Shall I use my Coach, or foot-cloath Mule? You Whidgin, You are to make all speed, think not of pompe. Follow for your instructions Sirra. I have one suit to you My good Lord. What is't? That you would give me A subtill Court charme, to defend me from Th infectious ayre of the Country. What's the reason? Why, as this Court ayre taught me knavish wit, By which I am growne rich, if that againe Should turne me foole and honest; Vaine hopes farewell, For I must die a beggar. Goe too Sirrha, You'll be whip'd for this. Leave fooling, and attend us. DAughter I have observ'd since the Prince left us (Whose absence I mourn with you, & the visit Count Sanazarro gave us, you have nourish'd Sad and retired thoughts, and parted with That freedome, and alacrity of spirit With which you us'd to cheere me.