Ford, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 495 words
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Do not, but his Lordship, What may his Lordship be? No worse man Than Marquess of Sienna, the great Master Of this small family, your master found him, A bounteous benefactor, has advanced him, The gentleman o'th' horse, in a shot time He means to visit you himself in person, As kind, as loving, an old man. we'll meet him With a full flame of welcome, is't the Marquess? No worse? No worse I can assure your Ladyship, The only free maintainer of the Fancies. Fancies? How mean ye that. The pretty souls Who are companions in the house, all daughters To honest virtuous parents, and right worshipful. A kind of chaste collapsed Ladies. Chaste too, and yet collapsed? Only in their fortunes. Sure I must be a Fancy in the number. A Fancy principal, I hope you'll fashion Your entertainment, when the Marquess courts you, As that I may stand blameless. Free suspicion. My Brother's raiser? Merely. My supporter? Undoubtedly. An old man and a lover? True, there's the Music, the content, the harmony. And I myself a Fancy? You are pregnant. The chance is thrown, I now am fortune's minion, I will be bold and resolute. Blessing on thee. Prosper me now my fate; some better genius Than such a one, as waits on troubled passions, Direct my courses to a noble issue. My thoughts have wandered in a labyrinth, But if the clew I have laid hold on, fail not, I shall tread out the toil of these dark paths In spite of politic reaches— I am punished In mine own hopes, by her unlucky fortunes, Whose fame is ruined; Flavia, my lost sister! Lost to report, by her unworthy husband, Though heightened by a greatness, in whose mixtures, I hate to claim a part— Oh welcome, welcome, Dear boy! thou keep'st time with my expectations As justly, as the promise of my bounties Shall reckon with thy service. I have fashioned the means of your admittance. Precious Nitido. More, have bethought me of a shape, a quaint one, You may appear in, safe and unsuspected. thouart an ingenious boy. Beyond all this; Have so contrived the feat, that at first sight, Troylo himself shall court your entertainment: Nay, force you to vouchsafe it. thoust out done all counsel, and all cunning. True, I have sir Fadged nimbly in my practises: but surely, There are some certain clogs, some roguish staggers, Somewhat shall I call 'em in the business? Nitido, What faint now? dear heart bear up, what staggers, What clogs? let me remove 'em. Am I honest In this discovery? Honest, pish is that all? By this rich purse, and by the twenty ducats Which line it, I will answer for thy honesty, Against all Italie, and prove it perfect, Besides, remember, I am bound to secrecy. thou'lt not betray thyself. All fears are cleared then. But if— If what? out with't. If w'are discovered, You'll answer I am honest still?
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Doe not, but his Lordship, What may his Lordship be? No worse man Then marquesse of Siena, the great Master Of this small familie, your master found him, A bounteous benefactor, has advanc'd him, The gentleman o'th horse, in a shott time He meanes to visit you himselfe in person, As kind, as loving, an old man. Wee'l meet him With a full flame of welcome, i'st the Marquesse? No worse? No worse I can assure your Ladiship, The onely free maintainer of the Fancies. Fancies? How meane yee that. The pretty soules VVho are companions in the house, all daughters To honest vertuous parents, and right worshipfull. A kind of chaste collapsed Ladies. Chast too, and yet collapsed? Onely in their fortunes. Sure I must be a Fancie in the number. A Fancie principall, I hope you'le fashion Your entertainment, when the Marquesse courts you, As that I may stand blamelesse. Free suspition. My Brothers rayser? Meerely. My supporter? Undoubtedly. An old man and a lover? True, there's the Musick, the content, the harmony. And I my selfe a Fancy? You are pregnant. The chance is throwne, I now am fortunes minion, I will be bold and resolute. Blessing on thee. Prosper me now my fate; some better genius Then such a one, as waits on troubled passions, Direct my courses to a noble issue. My thoughts have wander'd in a labyrinth, But if the clew I have laid hold on, faile not, I shall tred out the toyle of these darke paths In spight of politique reaches—I am punish'd In mine owne hopes, by her unluckie fortunes, Whose same is ruin'd; Flavia, my lost sister! Lost to report, by her unworthy husband, Though hightned by a greatnes, in whose mixtures, I hate to claime a part—Oh welcome, welcome, Deere boy! thou keep'st time with my expectations As justly, as the promise of my bounties Shall reckon with thy service. I have fashion'd the meanes of your admitance. Pretious Nitido. More, have bethought me of a shape, a quaint one, You may appeare in, safe and unsuspected. Th'art an ingenious boy. Beyond all this; Have so contriv'd the feate, that at first sight, Troylo himselfe shall court your entertainment: Nay, force you to vouchsafe it. Th'ast out done all counsaile, and all cunning. True, I have sir Fadg'd nimbly in my practises: but surely, There are some certaine clogs, some roguish staggers, Somewhat shall I call em in the busines? Nitido, What faint now? deare heart beare up, what staggers, What clogs? let me romove 'em. Am I honest In this discovery? Honest, pish is that all? By this rich purse, and by the twenty ducats Which line it, I will answer for thy honesty, Against all Italie, and prove it perfect, Besides, remember, I am bound to secrefie. Thou't not betray thy selfe. All feares are clear'd then. But if— If what? out with't. If w'are discover'd, You'le answer I am honest still?