Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 511 words
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I am not to be altered, to sit down With this disgrace would argue me a Peasant, And not borne noble: all rigour that the Law And that increase of power by favour yields, Shall be with all severity inflicted; You have the king's hand for't; no Bail will serve, And therefore at your perils Officers, away with 'em. This is madness. Tell me so in open Court, And there I'll answer you. Well overtaken. Ill if they dare resist. He that advances But one step forward dies. Show the Kings Writ. Show your discretion, 'twill become you better. Y'are once more in my power, and if again I part with you, let me for ever lose thee. Force will not do't nor threats, accept this service From your despaired of Eustace. And beware Your reverend Worship never more attempt To search my Lilly-pot, you see what follows. Is the king's power contemned? No, but the torrent O'your wilful folly stopped. And for you, good Sir, If you would but be sensible, what can you wish But the satisfaction of an obstinate will, That is not endeared to you? rather than Be crossed in what you purposed, you'll undo Your daughter's fame, the credit of your judgement, And your old foolish neighbour; make your states, And in a suit not worth a cardecu, A prey to Advocates, and their buckram Scribes, And after they have plumed ye, return home Like a couple of naked Fowls without a feather. This is a most strong truth Sir. No, no, Monsieur, Let us be right Frenchmen, violent to charge, But when our follies are repelled by reason, 'tis fit that we retreat and ne'er come on more: Observe my learned Charles, he'll get thee a Nephew On Angellina shall dispute in her belly, And suck the Nurse by Logic: and here's Eustace, He was an Ass, but now is grown an Amadis; Nor shall he want a Wife, if all my land For a jointure can effect it: Y'are a good Lord, And of a gentle nature, in your looks I see a kind consent, and it shows lovely; And do you hear old Fool? but I'll not chide, Hereafter like me, ever dote on learning, The mere belief is excellent, 'twill save you; And next love valour though you dare not fight yourself, or fright a foolish Officer, young Eustace Can do it to a hair. And to conclude, Let Andrew's Farm b'increased, that is your penance, You know for what, and see you rut no more, You understand me, So embrace on all sides. I'll pay those Billmen, and make large amends; Provided we preserve you still our friends. 'tIs not the hands, or smiles, or common way of approbation to a well-liked Play, We only hope; But that you freely would To th' Author's memory, so far unfold, And show your loves and liking to his wit, Not in your praise, but often seeing it; That being the grand assurance that can give The Poet and the Player means to live.
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I am not to be alter'd, to sit downe With this disgrace would argue me a Peasant, And not borne noble: all rigour that the Law And that encrease of power by favour yeelds, Shall be with all severity inflicted; You have the Kings hand for't; no Bayle will serve, And therefore at your perils Officers, away with 'em. This is madnesse. Tell me so in open Court, And there Ile answer you. Well overtaken. Ill if they dare resist. He that advances But one step forward dies. Shew the Kings Writ. Shew your discretion, 'twill become you better. Y'are once more in my power, and if againe I part with you, let me for ever lose thee. Force will not do't nor threats, accept this service From your despair'd of Eustace. And beware Your reverend Worship never more attempt To search my Lilly-pot, you see what followes. Is the Kings power contemn'd? No, but the torrent O'your wilfull folly stopp'd. And for you, good Sir, If you would but be sensible, what can you wish But the satisfaction of an obstinate will, That is not indear'd to you? rather than Be cross'd in what you purpos'd, you'll undoe Your daughters fame, the credit of your judgement, And your old foolish neighbour; make your states, And in a suite not worth a Cardecue, A prey to Advocates, and their buckram Scribes, And after they have plum'd ye, returne home Like a couple of naked Fowles without a feather. This is a most strong truth Sir. No, no, Monsieur, Let us be right Frenchmen, violent to charge, But when our follies are repell'd by reason, Tis fit that we retreat and nere come on more: Observe my learned Charles, hee'll get thee a Nephew On Angellina shall dispute in her belly, And sucke the Nurse by Logicke: and here's Eustace, He was an Asse, but now is growne an Amadis; Nor shall he want a Wife, if all my land For a joynture can effect it: Y'are a good Lord, And of a gentle nature, in your lookes I see a kinde consent, and it shewes lovely; And doe you heare old Foole? but Ile not chide, Hereafter like me, ever doate on learning, The meere beleefe is excellent, 'twill save you; And next love valour though you dare not fight Your selfe, or fright a foolish Officer, young Eustace Can doe it to a haire. And to conclude, Let Andrew's Farme b'encreas'd, that is your penance, You know for what, and see you rut no more, You understand me, So embrace on all sides. Ile pay those Billmen, and make large amends; Provided we preserve you still our friends. TIs not the hands, or smiles, or common way of approbation to a well-lik'd Play, We onely hope; But that you freely would To th' Authour's memory, so farre unfold, And shew your loves and liking to his wit, Not in your praise, but often seeing it; That being the grand assurance that can give The Poet and the Player meanes to live.