Ford, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 487 words
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My Flavia I understand not what thou wouldst Pray pardon me; I do confess I'm foolish, very foolish; Trust me indeed I am, for I could cry Mine eyes out, being in the weeping humour: You know I have a Brother. Romanello, An unkind Brother. Right, right, since you bosomed My latter youth, he never would vouchsafe As much as to come near me. Oh, it mads me, Being but two, that we should live at distance; As if I were a Castaway, and you For your part take no care on't nor attempted To draw him hither. Say the man be peevish, Must I petition him? Yea marry must ye, Or else you love not me; not see my Brother? Yes I will see him, so I will, will see him. You hear't,— oh my good Lord, dear gentle, prithee, You shan't be angry; 'las I know poor Gentleman, A bears a troubled mind: but let us meet And talk a little, we perhaps may chide At first, shed some few tears, and then be quiet; There's all. Write to him, and invite him hither, Or go to him thyself. Come, no more sadness, I'll do what thou canst wish. And in requital, Believe I shall say something that may settle A constancy of peace, for which thou'lt thank me. The rarest fellow, Spadone, so full of gambols, a talks so humorously, does a not, so carelessly? Oh rich! o, my hope of posterity! I could be in love with him. His tongue trolls like a Mill-clack: a touses the Lady sisters, as a tumbling Dog does young rabbits; heigh here, dab there, your Madonna; a has a catch at her too: There's a trick in the business; I am a dunce, else I say a shrewd one. jump with me, I smell a trick too, if I could tell what. Who brought him in? that would be known? That did signior Troylo; I saw the Page part at the door; some trick still, go to Wife, I must and I will have an eye to this gear. A plain case, Roguery, Brokage and Roguery, or call me Bulchin. Fancies, quoth 'a? rather Frenzies. We shall all roar shortly: turn madcaps, lie open to what comes first I may stand to't. That boy Page, is a naughty boy Page; let me feel your forehead, ha, oh, hum,— yes— there,— there again; I'm sorry for ye, a handsaw cannot cure ye, monstrous and apparent. What, what, what, what, what Spadone? What what what what, nothing but Velvet tips you are of the first head yet: have a good heart man, a Cuckold though 'a be a Beast, wears invisible horns; else we might know a City Bull from a Country Calf,— villainous Boy still. My Razor shall be my weapon, my Razor. Why? he's not come to the honour of a Beard yet, he needs no shaving.
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My Flavia I understand not what thou would'st Pray pardon me; I doe confesse I'm foolish, very foolish; Trust me indeed I am, for I could cry Mine eyes out, being in the weeping humour: You know I have a Brother. Romanello, An unkinde Brother. Right, right, since you bosom'd My latter youth, he never would vouchsafe As much as to come neere me. Oh, it mads me, Being but two, that we should live at distance; As if I were a Cast-away, and you For your part take no care on't nor attempted To draw him hither. Say the man be peevish, Must I petition him? Yea marry must ye, Or else you love not me; not see my Brother? Yes I will see him, so I will, will see him. You hear't,—oh my good Lord, deere gentle, prethee, You shan't be angrie; 'las I know poore Gentleman, A beares a troubled mind: but let us meete And talke a little, we perhaps may chide At first, shed some few teares, and then be quiet; There's all. Write to him, and invite him hither, Or goe to him thy selfe. Come, no more sadnesse, Ile doe what thou canst wish. And in requitall, Beleeve I shall say something that may settle A constancie of peace, for which thoul't thanke me. The rarest fellow, Spadone, so full of gamballs, a talkes so humorously, does a not, so carelessely? Oh rich! ô, my hope of posterity! I could be in love with him. His tongue troules like a Mill-clack: a towzes the Lady sisters, as a tumbling Dog does young Rabets; hey here, dab there, your Madona; a has a catch at her too: There's a tricke in the businesse; I am a dunce, else I say a shrewd one. Iumpe with me, I smell a trick too, if I could tell what. Who brought him in? that would be knowne? That did signior Troylo; I saw the Page part at the doore; some trick still, go to Wife, I must and I will have an eye to this geere. A plaine case, Roguery, Brokage and Roguery, or call me Bulchin. Fancies, quoth a? rather Frenzies. We shall all rore shortly: turne madcaps, lie open to what comes first I may stand to't. That boy Page, is a naughty boy Page; let me feele your forehead, ha, oh, hum,—yes—there,—there againe; I'm sorry for ye, a hand-saw cannot cure ye, monstrous and apparent. What, what, what, what, what Spadone? What what what what, nothing but Velvet tips you are of the first head yet: have a good hart man, a Cuckold though a be a Beast, weares invisible hornes; else we might know a City Bull from a Countrey Calfe,—villanous Boy still. My Razer shall be my weapon, my Razer. Why? hee's not come to the honour of a Beard yet, he needs no shaving.