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 0.84 · 487 words
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Her favours. And to teach me what I am, She whom I scorned can only meditate for me. This way she makes, yet speak to her I dare not, And how to make suit to her, is a task Of as much difficulty; yes; thou blessed pledge Of her affection aid me. This supplies The want of pen and ink, and this of paper. It must be so, and I in my Petition Concise and pithy. 'Tis a goodly pile this. But better by the owner. But most rich In the great States it covers. The Duke's pleasure Commands us hither. Which was laid on us To attend you to it. Signior Charomonte, To see your Excellence his guest, will think Himself most happy. Tie my shoe. What's that? A pane thrown from the window no wind stirring? And at your feet too fall'n, there's something writ on't. Some Courtier belike would have it known He wore a Diamond. Ha; it is directed: To the Princess Fiorinda. We will read it. He whom you pleased to favour, is cast down, Past hope of rising, by the great Duke's frown, If by your gracious means, he cannot have A pardon. And that got, be lives your slave. Of men the most distressed, Sanazarro. Of me the most beloved, and I will save thee, Or perish with thee. Sure thy fault must be Of some prodigious shape, if that my prayers And humble intercession to the Duke Prevail not with him. Here he comes, delay Shall not make less my benefit. What we purpose Shall know no change, and therefore move me not, We were made as properties, and what we shall Determine of'em, cannot be called rigour, But noble justice. When they proved disloyal, They were cruel to themselves. The Prince that pardons The first affront offered to majesty, Invites a second, rendering that power Subjects should tremble at, contemptible. Ingratitude is a monster, Carolo, To be strangled in the birth, not to be cherished. madam, you are happily met with. Sir, I am An humble Suitor to you; and the rather Am confident of a grant, in that your Grace When I made choice to be at your devotion, Vowed to deny me nothing. To this minute We have confirmed it, what's your boon? It is Sir, That you in being gracious to your servant, The ne'er sufficiently praised Sanazarro, (That now under your heavy displeasure suffers) Would be good unto yourself. His services So many, and so great (your storm of fury Calmed by your better judgement) must inform you, Some little slip (for sure it is no more) From his loyal duty, with your justice cannot Make foul his fair deservings. Great Sir, therefore Look backward on his former worth; and turning Your eye from his offence (what 'tis I know not) And I am confident, you will receive him Once more into your favour.
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Her favours. And to teach me what I am, She whom I scorn'd can onely meditate for me. This way she makes, yet speake to her I dare not, And how to make suit to her, is a taske Of as much difficulty; yes; thou blessed pledge Of her affectionayde me. This supplies The want of penne and ink, and this of paper. It must be so, and I in my Petition Concise and pithie. 'Tis a goodly pile this. But better by the owner. But most rich In the great States it covers. The Dukes pleasure Commands us hither. Which was laid on us To attend you to it. Signior Charomonte, To see your Excellence his guest, will think Himselfe most happy. Tye my shooe. What's that? A pane throwne from the window no winde stirring? And at your feet too falne, there's somthing writ on't. Some Courtier belike would have it known He wore a Diamond. Ha; it is directed: To the Princesse Fiorinda. We will reade it. He whom you pleas'd to favour, is cast downe, Past hope of rising, by the great Dukes frowne, If by your gracious meanes, he cannot have A pardon. And that got, be lives your slave. Of men the most distressed, Sanazarro. Of me the most belov'd, and I will save thee, Or perish with thee. Sure thy fault must be Of some prodigious shape, if that my prayers And humble intercession to the Duke Prevaile not with him. Here he comes, delay Shall not make lesse my benefit. What we purpose Shall know no change, and therefore move me not, We were made as properties, and what we shall Determine of'em, cannot be call'd rigour, But noble justice. When they prov'd disloyall, They were cruell to themselves. The Prince that pardons The first affront offer'd to majestie, Invites a second, rend'ring that power Subjects should tremble at, contemptible. Ingratitude is a monster, Carolo, To be strangl'd in the birth, not to be cherish'd. Madame, you are happily met with. Sir, I am An humble Suitor to you; and the rather Am confident of a grant, in that your Grace When I made choyce to be at your devotion, Vow'd to denie me nothing. To this minute We have confirm'd it, what's your boone? It is Sir, That you in being gracious to your servant, The ne're sufficiently prais'd Sanazarro, (That now under your heavy displeasure suffers) Would be good unto yourselfe. His services So many, and so great (your storme of fury Calm'd by your better judgment) must inform you, Some little slip (for sure it is no more) From his loyall duty, with your justice cannot Make foule his faire deservings. Great Sir, therefore Looke backward on his former worth; and turning Your eye from his offence (what'tis I know not) And I am confident, you will receive him Once more into your favour.