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 · 492 words
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Here are no public sights nor Courtly visitants, Which youth and active blood might stray in thought for: The companies are few, the pleasures single, And rarely to be brooked, perhaps by any; Not perfectly acquainted with this custom, Are they not lovely one? Sir, I dare answer My sister's resolution. Free converse Amongst so many of her Sex, so virtuous, She ever hath preferred before the surquedry Of protestation, or the vainer giddiness Of popular attendants. Well played Brother. The meaning of this Music. Please your Lordship, It is the Lady's hour for exercise In Song and Dance. I dare not be the Author Of truanting the time then, neither will I. Walk on dear Ladies. 'Tis a task of pleasure. Be now my Sister, stand a trial bravely: Remember my instructions, or— With pardon. You are not of the number I presume yet, To be enjoined to hours. If you please, We for a little while may sit as judges Of their proficience, pray vouchsafe the favour. I am Sir in a place to be commanded, As now the present urgeth. No compulsion, That were too hard a word; where you are Sovereign Your yea and nay is Law: I have a suit tee. For what Sir? For your love. To whom? I am not So weary of th'authority I hold Over mine own contents in sleeps and wakings; That I'd resign my liberty to any Who should control it. Neither I intend so, Grant me an entertainment. Of what nature? To acknowledge me your creature. Oh my Lord. You are too wise in years, too full of counsel For my green inexperience. Love dear Maid, Is but desire of beauty, and 'tis proper For beauty to desire to be beloved. I am not free from passion, though the current Of a more lively heat runs slowly through me, My heart is gentle, and believe fresh Girl: Thou shalt not wish for any full addition, Which may adorn thy rarities to boast 'em; That bounty can, withhold this Academy. Of silent pleasures is maintained, but only To such a constant use. You have belike then A Patent for concealing Virgins, otherwise Make plainer your intentions. To be pleasant In practice of some outward senses only No more. No, worse you dare not to imagine; Where such an awful innocency, as mine is, Outfaces every wickedness, your dotage Has lulled you in. I scent your cruel mercies, Your factress hath been tampering for my misery; Your old temptation; your she-devil— bear with A language which this place, and none but this, hath Infected my tongue with. The time will come too, When he (unhappy man) whom your advancement Hath ruined by being spaniel to your fortunes, Will curse a trained me hither— Livio, I must not call him Brother; this one act Hath rent him off the ancestry he sprung from. The proffer of a noble courtesy Is checked it seems.
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Here are no publique sights nor Courtly visitants, Which youth and active blood might stray in thought for: The companies are few, the pleasures single, And rarely to be brook'd, perhaps by any; Not perfectly acquainted with this custome, Are they not lovely one? Sir, I dare answer My sisters resolution. Free converse Amongst so many of her Sex, so vertuous, She ever hath prefer'd before the surquedry Of protestation, or the vainer giddinesse Of popular attendants. Well playd Brother. The meaning of this Musicke. Please your Lordship, It is the Ladies hower for exercise In Song and Dance. I dare not be the Author Of trewanting the time then, neither will I. Walke on deere Ladies. 'Tis a taske of pleasure. Be now my Sister, stand a triall bravely: Remember my instructions, or— With pardon. You are not of the number I presume yet, To be enjoyn'd to houres. If you please, We for a little while may sit as Iudges Of their proficience, pray vouchsafe the favour. I am Sir in a place to be commanded, As now the present urgeth. No compulsion, That were too hard a word; where you are Soveraigne Your yea and nay is Law: I have a suit tee. For what Sir? For your love. To whom? I am not So weary of th'authority I hold Over mine owne contents in sleepes and wakings; That Ide resigne my liberty to any Who should controule it. Neither I intend so, Grant me an entertainment. Of what nature? To aknowledge me your creature. Oh my Lord. You are too wise in yeeres, too full of counsaile For my greene inexperience. Love deare Maid, Is but desire of beauty, and 'tis proper For beauty to desire to be belov'd. I am not free from passion, tho the current Of a more lively heate runnes slowly through me, My heart is gentle, and beleeve fresh Girle: Thou shalt not wish for any full addition, Which may adorne thy rarities to boast em; That bounty can, withhold this Academy. Of silent pleasures is maintain'd, but onely To such a constant use. You have belike then A Patent for concealing Virgins, otherwise Make plainer your intentions. To be pleasant In practise of some outward sences onely No more. No, worse you dare not to imagine; Where such an awfull Innocencie, as mine is, Out-faces every wickednesse, your dotage Has lul'd you in. I scent your cruell mercies, Your factresse hath been tampering for my misery; Your old temptation; your shee-Devill—beare with A language which this place, and none but this, hath Infected my tongue with. The time will come too, When he (unhappy man) whom your advancement Hath ruin'd by being Spannell to your fortunes, Will curse a train'd me hither—Livio, I must not call him Brother; this one act Hath rent him off the ancestry he sprung from. The proffer of a noble courtesie Is checkt it seemes.