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 · 499 words
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Sir at's lodging, Or near about: he will make haste believe it. Wait th'opportunity, and give me notice. I shall attend. If I miss my part, hang me. Come thouart caught Camillo. Away, away, That were a jest indeed; I caught? The Lady Does scatter glances, wheels her round, and smiles; Steals an occasion to ask how the minutes Each hour have run in progress; then, thou kissest All thy four fingers, crouchest and sighest faintly: Dear beauty, if my watch keep fair decorum, Three quarters have near passed the figure X. Or as the time of day goes— So Vespucci, This will not do, I read it on thy forehead, The grain of thy complexion is quite altered. Once 'twas a comely brown, 'tis now of late A perfect green and yellow; sure prognosticates Of th'over flux o'th' gall, and melancholy, Symptoms of love and jealousy, poor soul. Quoth she, the she, why hang thy looks like bell-ropes Out of the wheels? thou flinging down thy eyes Low at her feet, replied'st, because, oh Sovereign The great bell of my heart is cracked, and never Can ring in tune again, till't be new cast By one only skilful Foundress.— hereat She turned aside, winked, thou stoodst still and stared'st I did observ't, be plain, what hope? she loves thee; Dotes on thee: in my hearing told her Lord Camillo was the Pyramus and Thisbe Of Courtship, and of compliment: ah ha! She nicked it there. I envy not thy fortunes; For to say truth, thouart handsome, and deserv'st her, Were she as great again as she is. I handsome? Alas, alas, a creature of heavens making, there's all! but sirrah, prithee let's be sociable; I do confess, I think the goody-madam May possibly be compassed; I resolve too, To put in for a share; come what can come on't. A pretty toy 'tis, since thouart open breasted, Camillo I presume she is wanton, And therefore mean to give the souse, whenever I find the game on wing. Let us consider, she's but a merchant's leavings. Hatched i'th' country, And fledged i'th' City. 'Tis a common custom 'Mongst friends (they are not friends else) chiefly gallants, To trade by turns in such like frail commodities. The one is but reversioner to other. Why 'tis the fashion man. Most free and proper, One Surgeon, one apothecary. Thus then; When I am absent, use the gentlest memory Of my endowments, my unblemished services To ladies' favours: with what Faith and secrecy. I live in her commands, whose special courtesies, Oblige me to particular engagements. I'll do as much for thee. With this addition Camillo (best of fairs) a man so bashful, So simply harmless, and withal so constant, Yet resolute in all! true rights of honour; That to deliver him in perfect character, Were to detract from such a solid virtue As reigns not in another soul— he is The thing a Mistress ought to wish her servant; Are we agreed?
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Sir at's lodging, Or neere about: he will make haste beleeve it. Waite th'opportunity, and give me notice. I shall attend. If I misse my part, hang me. Come th'art caught Camillo. Away, away, That were a jest indeed; I caught? The Lady Does scatter glances, wheeles her round, and smiles; Steales an occasion to aske how the minutes Each houre have runne in progresse; then, thou kissest All thy foure fingers, crowchest and sighst faintly: Deere beauty, if my watch keep faire decorum, Three quarters have neere past the figure X. Or as the time of day goes— So Vespuci, This will not doe, I reade it on thy forehead, The graine of thy complexion is quite altered. Once 'twas a comely browne, 'tis now of late A perfect greene and yellow; sure prognosticates Of th'over flux o'th gall, and melancholy, Symptomes of love and jealousie, poore soule. Quoth she, the she, why hang thy looks like bel-ropes Out of the wheeles? thou flinging downe thy eyes Low at her feete, replid'st, because, oh Soveraigne The great bell of my heart is crack'd, and never Can ring in tune againe, till't be new cast By one only skilfull Foundresse.—hereat She turn'd aside, wink'd, thou stood'st still and stard'st I did observ't, be plaine, what hope? Shee loves thee; Doates on thee: in my hearing told her Lord Camillo was the Piramus and Thisbe Of Courtship, and of complement: ah ha! She nick'd it there. I envy not thy fortunes; For to say truth, th'art hansome, and deserv'st her, Were she as great againe as she is. I hansome? Alas, alas, a creature of heavens making, Ther's all! but sirrah, prithee let's be sociable; I doe confesse, I thinke the goodee-madame May possibly be compast; I resolve too, To put in for a share; come what can come on't. A pretty toy 'tis, since th'art open brested, Camillo I presume she is wanton, And therefore meane to give the sowse, when ever I find the game on wing. Let us consider, Shee's but a merchants leavings. Hatch'd i'th countrey, And fledg'd i'th City. 'Tis a common custome 'Mongst friends (they are not friends else) chiefly gallants, To trade by turnes in such like fraile commodities. The one is but reversioner to tother. Why 'tis the fashion man. Most free and proper, One Surgeon, one apothecarie. Thus then; When I am absent, use the gentlest memory Of my endowments, my unblemish't services To Ladies favours: with what Faith and secresie. I live in her commands, whose speciall curtesies, Oblige me to particular engagements. Ile doe as much for thee. With this addition Camillo (best of faires) a man so bashfull, So simply harmelesse, and withall so constant, Yet resolute in all! true rights of honour; That to deliver him in perfect character, Wereto detract from such a solid vertue As raignes not in another soule—he is The thing a Mistresse ought to wish her servant; Are we agreed?