Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 486 words
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Why even in that, In terming me but fair, fair Isabella? It is a Milkmaid's title, every Swain Bestows it on his Mistress, ne'er so mean, Your City damsel scorns the word, because 'Tis common in the Country; and shall we Bred in the Courts rich glory, entertained? What's great and fair? we would be termed divine. Such as would give us our full character, Must search for Epithets, and study phrase. Examine but plain Mantuan, and he'll tell you, what woman is. Great Prince of Portugal, Observe in me thine happiness, thank not Heaven So much that thou wert borne, nor borne a Prince, But that thou enjoyest us: For that great blessing Give thy Creation thanks. So he well may. Behold I here expose me to all eyes, To universal censure. Lives a Lady Greater in Blood? if any that gainsay Spain shall maintain it by her potency; Search Italy and all these Climes beyond, Come by the Alps back, and view France throughout, Produce me the most excellent German Froae, Examine England, which some say breeds beauties Beyond all these, and Prince; your Portugal To equal this; this? do I boast of those That are not mine? say we ascribe our birth Only to Fortune, and to nature form, Count both these accidental, there's a third Virtue remains: and even in that we dare With any Princess of the World contest. Come, your free censures Lords. Madam I hold you In least of these not to be paralleled. In my opinion, Madam you so far Exceed all these that yet mine eyes have seen Nay heard, or read of. O base flattery! That unto those beforetime wondered at, You in our age appear a miracle, And never to be matched. We observe in you, A kind of enforced silence mixed with scorns, Your tongue hath been so backward to pronounce So definitive a sentence. Know then Madam, I must confess (although a woman's son) Yet cannot I dissemble, neither would I, Should I be racked and tortured, then with pardon Unto the Prince and you, thus much I think, I not deny, but you by birth are royal. Beauteous, or else I should condemn mine eyes, And say they wore false lights; for your known virtues, Traitor he were, that should but question them, I make this attestation, yet sweet Princess, These praises you confer upon yourself Though they be just and true from your own Tongue Loose part of their great luster, in these, or me, They would have had more sweetness, better sound, But from a Tuskan tongue, or Portuguese, English or French, or any stranger's mouth, Much more harmonious relish; I have held it Still as a Maxim, my best judging days, Such doubt their worths are forced themselves to praise. Who fitter to speak truth, then truth's own tongue? Yet arrogance in Truth may blemish it. Of Arrogance us?
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Why even in that, In tearming mee but faire, faire Isabella? It is a Milke-maides title, every Swaine Bestowes it on his Mistris, nere so meane, Your City damsell scornes the word, because 'Tis common in the Country; and shall we Bred in the Courts rich glory, intertain't? What's great and faire? wee would be term'd divine. Such as would give us our full character, Must search for Epithites, and studie phrase. Examine but plaine Mantuan, and hee'l tell you, what woman is. Great Prince of Portugall, Observe in me thine happinesse, thanke not Heaven So much that thou wert borne, nor borne a Prince, But that thou injoy'st us: For that great blessing Give thy thankes. So he well may. Behold I here expose me to all eyes, To universal censure. Lives a Lady Greater in Blood? if any that gainesay Spaine shall maintaine it by her potency; Search Italy and all these Climes beyond, Come by the Alps backe, and view France throughout, Produce me the most excellent German Froae, Examine England, which some say breeds beauties Beyond all these, and Prince; your Portugall To equall this; this? doe I boast of those That ae no mine? say wee ascribe our birth Onely to Fortune, and to nature forme, Count both these accidentall, there's a third Vertue remaines: and even in that wee dare With any Princesse of the World contest. Come, your free censures Lords. Madam I hold you In least of these not to be parallell'd. In my opinion, Madam you so farre Exceed all these that yet mine eyes have seene Nay heard, or read of. O base flattery! That unto those beforetime wondred at, You in our age appeare a miracle, And never to be matcht. We observe in you, A kind of inforct silence mixt with scornes, Your tongue hath beene so back-ward to pronounce So definitive a sentence. Know then Madam, I must confesse (although a womans sonne) Yet cannot I dissemble, neither would I, Should I be rackt and tortured, then with pardon Vnto the Prince and you, thus much I thinke, I not deny, but you by birth are royall. Beautious, or else I should condemne mine eyes, And say they wore false lights; for your knowne vertues, Traytor he were, that should but question them, I make this attestation, yet sweet Prin esse, These praises you conerre upon your selfe Though they be just and true from your owne Tongue Loose part of their great luster, in these, or mee, They would have had more sweetnesse, better sownd, But from a Tuskan tongue, or Porteguise, English or French, or any Strangers mouth, Much more harmonious relish; I have held it Still as a Maxime, my best Iudging dayes, Such doubt their worths are ford themselues to prayse. Who fitter to speake trueth, then Trueth's own tongue? Yet arrogance in Trueth may blemish it. Of Atrogance us?