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 T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 517 words
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What a sight is this? we could be angry with you, How much you did belie her when you told us She was only simple, this is barbarous rudeness, Beyond belief. I would not speak her Sir Worse than she was. And I my Lord chose rather To deliver her better parted than she is, Then to take from her. ere I'll lose my dance, I'll speak to the purpose. I am Sir no Prologue, But in plain terms must tell you, we are provided Of a lusty Hornpipe. Prithee let us have it, For we grow dull. But to make up the medley, For it is of several colours, for we must borrow Your grace's Ghost here. Pray you Sir depose me, It will not do else. I am sir the engine By which it moves. I will dance with my Duke too, I will not out. Begin then. There's more in this Then yet I have discovered. Some Oedipus Resolve this riddle. Did I not foot it roundly? As I live stark drunk. Away with her. We'll reward you. When you have cooled yourselves in the Cellar. Heaven preserve you. We pity Charomonte's wretched fortune. In a daughter, nay, a monster. Good old man! The place grows tedious. Our remove shall be With speed. We'll only in a word or two Take leave and comfort him. 'Twill rather Sir Increase his sorrow, that you know his shame, Your Grace may do it by Letter. Who signed you A Patent to direct us? Wait our coming In the Garden. All will out. I more than fear it. These are strange Chimaeras to us! what to judge of't Is past our apprehension! One command Charomonte to attend us. Can it be That Contarino could be so besotted As to admire this prodigy! or her Father To dote upon it! or does she personate For some ends unknown to us, this rude behaviour Within the Scene presented, would appear Ridiculous and impossible. O you are welcome. We now acknowledge the much wrong we did you In our unjust suspicion. We have seen The wonder Sir, your daughter. And have found her Such as I did report her. What she wanted In Courtship, was I hope supplied in civil And modest entertainment. Pray you tell us, And truly we command you, Did you never Observe she was given to drink? To drink Sir? Yes. Nay more, to be drunk. I had rather see her buried. Dare you trust your own eyes, if you find her now More than distempered? I will pull them out Sir, If your Grace can make this good. And if you please To grant me liberty, as she is I'll fetch her, And in a moment. Look you do, and fail not, On the peril of your head. Drunk. She disdains it. Such contrarieties were never read of. Charomonte is no fool, nor can I think His confidence built on sand. We are abused, 'Tis too apparent. I am indisposed Sir, And that life you tendered once, much endangered In forcing me from my Chamber.
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What a sight is this? we could be angry with you, How much you did belye her when you told us She was onely simple, this is barbarous rudenesse, Beyond beliefe. I would not speake her Sir Worse then she was. And I my Lord chose rather To deliver her better parted then she is, Then to take from her. E're I'll loose my dance, I'll speake to the purpose. I am Sir no Prologue, But in plaine termes must tell you, we are provided Of a lusty Hornepipe. Prethee let us have it, For we grow dull. But to make up the medley, For it is of severall colours, for we must borrow Your Graces Ghost here. Pray you Sir depose me, It will not doe else. I am sir the engine By which it moves. I will dance with my Duke too, I will not out. Begin then. There's more in this Then yet I have discover'd. Some Oedipus Resolve this riddle. Did I not foot it roundly? As I live stark drunk. Away with her. We'll reward you. When you have cool'd your selves in the Cellar. Heaven preserve you. We pitty Charomonte's wretched fortune. In a daughter, nay, a monster. Good old man! The place growes tedious. Our remove shall be With speed. We'll onely in a word or two Take leave and comfort him. 'Twill rather Sir Encrease his sorrow, that you know his shame, Your Grace may doe it by Letter. Who sign'd you A Pattent to direct us? Waite our comming In the Garden. All will out. I more then feare it. These are strange Chimeras to us! what to judge of't Is past our apprehension! One command Charomonte to attend us. Can it be That Contarino could be so besotted As to admire this prodigie! or her Father To dote upon it! or does she personate For some ends unknowne to us, this rude behaviour Within the Scaene presented, would appeare Ridiculous and impossible. O you are welcome. We now acknowledge the much wrong we did you In our unjust suspition. We have seene The wonder Sir, your daughter. And have found her Such as I did report her. What she wanted In Courtship, was I hope suppli'd in civill And modest entertainment. Pray you tell us, And truly we command you, Did you never Observe she was given to drink? To drink Sir? Yes. Nay more, to be drunk. I had rather see her buried. Dare you trust your own eyes, if you finde her now More then distemper'd? I will pull them out Sir, If your Grace can make this good. And if you please To grant me liberty, as she is I'll fetch her, And in a moment. Looke you doe, and faile not, On the perill of your head. Drunk. She disdaines it. Such contrarieties were never reade of. Charomonte is no foole, nor can I think His confidence built on sand. We are abus'd, 'Tis too apparent. I am indispos'd Sir, And that life you tender'd once, much indanger'd In forcing me from my Chamber.