Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 489 words
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You are deceived, Sir, Now I perceive what 'tis that woes a woman, And what maintains her when she's wooed. I'll stop here. A wilful poverty ne'er made a beauty, Nor want of means maintained it virtuously: Though land and moneys be no happiness, Yet they are counted good Additions. That use I'll make, He that neglects a blessing, Though he want present knowledge how to use it, Neglects himself; May be I have done you wrong Lady, Whose love and hope went hand in hand together, May be my brother, that has long expected The happy hour and blessed my ignorance: Pray give me leave Sir, I shall clear all doubts. Why did they show me you? Pray tell me that? he'll talk thee into a pension for thy knavery) You happy you, why did you break unto me? The rosy sugared morn ne'er broke so sweetly: I am a man and have desires within me, Affections too, though they were drowned a while, And lay dead, till the Spring of beauty raised them, Till I saw those eyes, I was but a lump, A Chaos of confusedness dwelled in me; Then from those eyes shot Love, and he distinguished, And into form he drew my faculties; And now I know my Land, and now I love too. We had best remove the maid. It is too late Sir, I have her figure here. Nay frown not Eustace, There are less worthy souls for younger brothers, This is no form of silk but sanctity, Which wild lascivious hearts can never dignify. Remove her where you will, I walk along still, For like the light we make no separation; You may sooner part the billows of the Sea, And put a bar betwixt their fellowships, Than blot out my remembrance, sooner shut Old time into a den, and stay his motion, Wash off the swift hours from his downy wings, Or steal eternity to stop his glass, Than shut the sweet Idea I have in me. Room for an elder brother, pray give place, Sir. Has studied duel too, take heed, he'll beat thee. Has frighted the old Justice into a fever; I hope he'll disinherit him too for an ass; For though he be grave with years, he's a great baby. Do not you think me mad? No certain, Sir, I have heard nothing from you but things excellent. You look upon my clothes and laugh at me, My scurvy clothes! They have rich linings Sir. I would your brother— His are gold and gaudy. But touch'em inwardly, they smell of Copper. Can ye love me? I am an heir, sweet Lady, However I appear a poor dependent; Love you with honour, I shall love so ever: Is your eye ambitious? I may be a great man. Is't wealth or lands you covet? my father must die. That was well put in, I hope he'll take it deeply.
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You are deceiv'd, Sir, Now I perceive what 'tis that woes a woman, And what maintaines her when shee's woo'd. Ile stop here. A wilfull poverty nere made a beauty, Nor want of meanes maintain'd it vertuously: Though land and monies be no happinesse, Yet they are counted good Additions. That use Ile make, He that neglects a blessing, Though he want present knowledge how to use it, Neglects himselfe; May be I have done you wrong Lady, Whose love and hope went hand in hand together, May be my brother, that has long expected The happy houre and blest my ignorance: Pray give me leave Sir, I shall cleare all doubts. Why did they shew me you? Pray tell me that? Hee'l talke thee into a pension for thy knavery) You happy you, why did you breake unto me? The rosie sugred morne nere broke so sweetly: I am a man and have desires within me, Affections too, though they were drown'd a while, And lay dead, till the Spring of beauty rais'd them, Till I saw those eyes, I was but a lumpe, A Chaos of confusednesse dwelt in me; Then from those eyes shot Love, and he distinguisht, And into forme he drew my faculties; And now I know my Land, and now I love too. We had best remove the maide. It is too late Sir, I have her figure here. Nay frowne not Eustace, There are lesse worthy soules for younger brothers, This is no forme of silke but sanctity, Which wilde lascivious hearts can never dignifie. Remove her where you will, I walke along still, For like the light we make no separation; You may sooner part the billowes of the Sea, And put a barre betwixt their fellowships, Than blot out my remembrance, sooner shut Old time into a den, and stay his motion, Wash off the swift houres from his downy wings, Or steale eternity to stop his glasse, Than shut the sweet Idea I have in me. Roome for an elder brother, pray give place, Sir. Has studied duell too, take heed, hee'l beat thee. Has frighted the old Justice into a fever; I hope hee'l disinherit him too for an asse; For though he be grave with yeeres, hee's a great baby. Doe not you thinke me mad? No certaine, Sir, I have heard nothing from you but things excellent. You looke upon my clothes and laugh at me, My scurvie clothes! They have rich linings Sir. I would your brother— His are gold and gawdy. But touch'em inwardly, they smell of Copper. Can ye love me? I am an heire, sweet Lady, However I appeare a poore dependant; Love you with honour, I shall love so ever: Is your eye ambitious? I may be a great man. Is't wealth or lands you covet? my father must dye. That was well put in, I hope hee'll take it deepely.