Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 493 words
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Only commend us to my Dame your wife, And thank her for our Lodging. My Rival so dejected? 'Tis most true, you never saw a man so strange debauched; He hath not only run out all his fortune, But even his senses; I had once my Lord, Some small dependence on him, but his riot Hath almost ruined me. And what's thy Suit? Your Lordship's Cloth and countenance. Thou shalt have't See, Master Treatwell, that his name b'enrolled Among my other Servants; let my Steward receive such notice from you. Sir, I shall. Preferred already? may I live to see thee Advanced some few steps higher, to the Gallows. What fellow's that? One of my fellows once. And will he serve? Yes, one that he did never, nor I think ne'er will, Yet a Lord too. wilt thou depend on me? I thank you, no; were there no other Masters On the Earth, I am no man for you. Thy reason friend? Because the last I had, I lost by you, a Man, that Save his Title, bettered you, or any of your blood. Brave my Lord? Long you to have your Teeth picked? I'll find time To talk with you hereafter. A bold fellow; give him scope, my Lord. He was a Gentleman descended well, As ancient as yourself, as well endowed With all the gifts of Nature; better tutored, For he could write true Scholar, which few Lords In these days practise; not ambitious, Nor yet base thoughted, for he kept the mean, And aimed but at his equal; you in this Come short of; for you, less noble breasted, Have stooped to your inferior. Suffer this? Nay good my Lord have patience; hear him speak. Think you, you could have bettered him in valour? He was too full of fire, witness his spirit, Most worthy of a Roman Character; That being oppressed, and only crossed in her, He lost himself in all things; and shall I Serve him, by whom a graft of his fair hope Is by his Whale-like Title swallowed up? And feed at his Board that hath famished him That was my Master? let such Sycophants do't, That to their Lords affections suit their service, Not to their fames and honours: that can fawn, Lie, cog, and flatter, Pimp, and pandarize, And so farewell, good fellow. Is he such? I speak sir of my fellow, he's now none For he attends your Lordship. This fellow's bluntness Doth somewhat better than at first, Whom wilt thou follow now? Him, to his Grave, or to his better fortunes; Bless your Lordship. I do not think but under that rough brow Is lodged an honest heart; they are best servants Whom want, penurious need, and poverty Cannot fright from their Masters. Oh Master Changeable, how is't with your Daughter? Nought, nought. Peace you, all will be well, I hope; yet peevish, but It will bring pliantness: 'tis coming on apace.
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Onely commend us to my Dame your wife, And thanke her for our Lodging. My Rivall ſo dejected? 'Tis moſt true, you never ſaw a man ſo ſtrang debauch't; He hath not onely run out all his fortune, But even his ſences; I had once my Lord, Some ſmall dependance on him, but his riot Hath almoſt ruin'd me. And what's thy Suite? Your Lordſhips Cloth and countenance. Thou ſhalt have't See, Maſter Treatwell, that his name b'inrold Among my other Servants; let my Steward Receiye ſuch notice from you. Sir, I ſhall. Preferr'd already? may I live to ſee thee Advanc'd ſome few ſteps higher, to the Gallowes. What fellow's that? One of my fellowes once. And will he ſerve? Yes, one that he did never, nor I thinke ne're will, Yet a Lord too. Wil't thou depend on me? I thanke you, no; were there no other Maſters On the Earth, I am no man for you. Thy reaſon friend? Becauſe the laſt I had, I loſt by you, a Man, that Save his Title, better'd you, or any of your blood. Brave my Lord? Long you to have your Teeth pickt? Ile find time To talke with you hereafter. A bold fellow; give him ſcope, my Lord. He was a Gentleman deſcended well, As ancient as your ſelfe, as well endow'd With all the gifts of Nature; better tuter'd, For he could write true Scholler, which few Lords In theſe dayes practiſe; not ambitious, Nor yet baſe thoughted, for he kept the meane, And aimed but at his equall; you in this Come ſhort of; for you, leſſe noble breaſted, Have ſtoop'd to your inferiour. Suffer this? Nay good my Lord have patience; heare him ſpeake. Thinke you, you could have better'd him in valour? He was too full of fire, witneſſe his ſpirit, Moſt worthy of a Roman Character; That being oppreſſ'd, and onely croſt in her, He loſt himſelfe in all things; and ſhall I Serve him, by whom a graft of his faire hope Is by his Whale-like Title ſwallow'd up? And feede at his Boord that hath famiſh'd him That was my Maſter? let ſuch Sycophants doe't, That to their Lords affections ſuite their ſervice, Not to their fames and honours: that can fawne, Lye, cogge, and flatter, Pimpe, and Pandariſe, And ſo farewell, good fellow. Is he ſuch? I ſpeake ſir of my fellow, he's now none For he attends your Lordſhip. This fellowes bluntneſſe Doth ſomewhat better than at firſt, Whom wilt thou follow now? Him, to his Grave, or to his better fortunes; Bleſſe your Lordſhip. I doe not thinke but under that rough brow Is lodg'd an honeſt heart; they are beſt ſervants Whom want, penurious neede, and poverty Cannot fright from their Maſters. Oh Maſter Changeable, how is't with your Daughter? Nought, nought. Peace you, all will be well, I hope; yet peeviſh, but It will bring plyantnes: 'tis comming on a pace.