Suckling, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 492 words
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Why Sir? there are no altars yet addressed unto her, nor sacrifice; if I have made her less than what she is, it was my love to you: For in my thoughts, and here within, I hold her the noblest piece Nature ere lent our eyes, and of the which, all women else, are but weak counterfeits, made up by her journeymen: but was this fit to tell you? I know you value but too high all that, and in a loss we should not make things more, 'tis miseries happiness, that we can make it less by art, throw a forgetfulness upon our ills, Yet who can do it here? when every voice, must needs, and every face, by showing what she was not, show what she was. I'll instantly unto him— Stay Sir Though't be the utmost of my Fortunes hope to have an equal share of ill with you: yet I could wish we sold this trifle life, at a far dearer rate, than we are like to do, since ' 'tis a King's the Merchant. Ha! King, I! 'tis indeed, and there's no Art can cancel that high bond: He cools again.— True Sir, and yet me thinks to know a reason— for passive nature ne'er had glorious end, and he that States preventions ever learned, knows, 'tis one motion to strike and to defend. Some of the Lords without, and from the King. they say, wait you. What subtle State trick now? but one turn here, and I am back my Lord.— This will not do; his resolution's like a skilful horseman, and reason is the stirrup, which though a sudden shock may make it lose, yet does it meet it handsomely again. Stay, 'tmust be some sudden fear of wrong to her, that may draw on a sudden act from him, and ruin from the King; for such a spirit will not like common ones, be raised by every spell, 'tis in love's circle only 'twill appear. I cannot bear the burden of my wrongs one minute longer. Why! what's the matter Sir? They do pretend the safety of the State now, nothing but my marriage with Cadusia can secure th'adjoining country to it; confinement during life for me if I refuse Diana's Nunnery for her— And at that Nunn'rie, Iolas, allegiance in me like the string of a watch wound up too high, and forced above the nick, ran back, and in a moment was unraveled all. Now by the love I bear to Justice, That Nunn'rie was too severe; when virtuous love's a crime what man can hope to scape a punishment, or who's indeed so wretched to desire it? Right! What answer made you, Sir? None, they gave me till to morrow, and ere that be, or they or I must know our destiny: come friend let's in, there is no sleeping now; for time is short, and we have much to do.—
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Why Sir? there are no altars yet addrest unto her, nor sacrifice; if I have made her lesse than what she is, it was my love to you: For in my thoughts, and here within, I hold her the noblest peece Nature ere lent our eyes, and of the which, all women else, are but weake counterfeits, made up by her journey-men: but was this fit to tell you? I know you value but too high all that, and in a losse we should not make things more, tis miseries happinesse, that wee can make it lesse by art, throw a forgetfulnesse upon our ills, Yet who can doe it here? when everie voyce, must needs, and everie face, by shewing what she was not, shew what she was. Ile instantly unto him— Stay Sir Though't be the utmost of my Fortunes hope to have an equall share of ill with you: yet I could wish we sold this trifle life, at a farre dearer rate, than we are like to doe, since' tis a King's the Merchant. Ha! King, 'tis indeed, and there's no Art can cancell that high bond: —Hee cooles againe.— True Sir, and yet mee thinks to know a reason— for passive nature nere had glorious end, and he that States preventions ever learn'd, knowes, 'tis one motion to strike and to defend. Some of the Lords without, and from the King. they say, wait you. What subtle State tricke now? but one turne here, and I am back my Lord.— This will not doe; his resolution's like a skilfull horse-man, and reason is the stirrop, which though a sudden shock may make it loose, yet does it meet it handsomely agen. Stay, 'tmust be some sudden feare of wrong to her, that may draw on a sudden act from him, and ruine from the King; for such a spirit will not like common ones, be rais'd by everie spell, 'tis in loves circle onely 'twill appeare. I cannot beare the burthen of my wrongs one minute longer. Why! what's the matter Sir? They doe pretend the safetie of the State now, nothing but my marriage with Cadusia can secure th'adjoyning countrey to it; confinement during life for me if I refuse Diana's Nunnerie for her—And at that Nunn'rie, Iols, allegiance in mee like the string of a watch wound up too high, and forc'd above the nicke, ran backe, and in a moment was unravell'd all. Now by the love I beare to Justice, That Nunn'rie was too severe; when vertuous love's a crime what man can hope to scape a punishment, or who's indeed so wretched to desire it? Right! What answer made you, Sir? None, they gave me till to morrow, and ere that be, or they or I must know our destinie: come friend let's in, there is no sleeping now; for time is short, and we have much to doe.—