Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 520 words
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What of the Russian then? As of a Country too cold, and in cold countries I know we should have but cold comfort, besides the women go wrapped in so much fur, that of necessity they must have more hair than wit, beside they cannot be wise they have so much ado to keep themselves warm, and more than that, what might the Prince and Princess think, if after all our long travels, we should come home, and present them with a rush? Which only taking her great title of Is worth more than herself, of Italy Then give me thy true censure. The clean contrary way, oh, my Lord, there are so many Italian Locks, that I know it was unpossible your own key should open them all. Moreover these that are naturally jealous of their women, it is probable their women naturally give them cause. For France. What the pox should we speak of that, knowing what is bred in the bone, will hardly out of the flesh? The women of high Germany? A place that I should highly stand for, if the Princess had imposed on us a challenge for drinking. Of the Low-Countries then. In Flushing, there is good riding, but not without danger. For many at a high tide, have been like to have been cast away in the road. At Middleborough, night or day you could scarce find the Exchange empty. At Bristles, if you remember you were used but roughly: At Sluice we were both well washed, Nimmingham bid you look to your Sconce: and Ostend, beware the Cat. Don-hague is full of Witches, and had we but touched at Rot or Dam, ten to one we had never come off sound men. Much ado we had to find Newport: Therefore if ever you come to Bergen, see you make it wisely. And now, there's hope I shall, this Albion That fitly bears name of his chalky cliffs, Breeds wondrous choice of Beauties, wise, and lovely, Scarce to be matched in all the world beside, 'Mongst which I have took particular view of one, Whom had the Trojan Ravisher beheld, Troy had still stood, the Queen of Love disgraced, And she alone had gained the golden prize, For which the three celestial beauties strove. I grant you the face, but if she should prove rotten at the heart, there's the question. I think none to be made. First for her birth, I have inquired her noble: For her breeding, It hath been 'mongst her equals, and so far From least taxation, to the sail of tongues, It merits imitation; of her chastity Some proofs I have made, and found it like the Diamond, Save by a Diamond never to be wrought. Could opportunity have moved, words tempted, Persuasions took effect, or gifts prevailed, Beneath my much importance she had fall'n: But like a promontory rock she stands, At all the curled Ocean's wrath unmoved, Telling the gusts, and bearing every storm, Yet on such virtues are her bases fixed, She is not to be shaken, then in her My travels take their period.
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What of the Russian then? As of a Country too cold, and in cold countries I know we should have but cold comfort, besides the women goe wrapt in so much fur, that of necessity they must have more hare then wit, besides they cannot be wise they have so much adoo to keep themselves warme, and more than that, what might the Prince and Princesse thinke, if after all our long travells, wee should come home, and present them with a rush? Which only taking her great title of Is worth more than her selfe, of Italy Then give me thy true censure. The cleane contrary way, oh, my Lord, there are so many Italian Locks, that I know it was unpossible your owne key should open them all. Moreover these that are naturally jealous of their women, it is probable their women naturally give them cause. For France. What the pox should we speake of that, knowing what is bred in the bone, will hardly out of the flesh? The women of high Germany? A place that I should highly stand for, if the Princesse had impos'd on us a chalenge for drinking. Of the Low-Countries then. In Flushing, there is good riding, but not without danger. For many at a high tide, have been like to have beene cast away in the road. At Middleborough, night or day you could scarce finde the Exchange empty. At Bristles, if you remember you were us'd but roughly: At Sluce we were both well wash't, Nimmingham bid you looke to your Sknce: and Ostend, beware the Cat. Don-hague is full of Witches, and had wee but tutcht at Rot or Dam, ten to one we had never come off sound men. Much adoo wee had to finde New-Port: Therefore if ever you come to Bergen, see you make it wisely. And now, there's hope I shall, this Albion That fitly beares name of his chalky cliffs, Breeds wondrous choyse of Beauties, wise, and lovely, Scarce to be match't in all the world besides, 'Mongst which I have took particular view of one, Whom had the Trojan Ravisher beheld, Troy had still stood, the Queene of Love disgrac't, And she alone had gain'd the golden prize, For which the three celestiall beauties strove. I grant you the face, but if shee should prove rotten at the heart, there's the question. I thinke none to be made. First for her birth, I have inquir'd her noble: For her breeding, It hath been 'mongst her equalls, and so farre From least taxation, to the sayle of tongues, It merits imitation; of her chastity Some proofes I have made, and found it like the Diamond, Save by a Diamond never to be wrought. Could opportunity have mov'd, words tempted, Perswasions tooke effect, or guifts prevail'd, Beneath my much importance she had falne: But like a promontory rocke shee stands, At all the curled Oceans wrath unmov'd, Telling the gusts, and bearing every storme, Yet on such vertues are her bases fixt, Shee is not to be shaken, then in her My travells take their period.