Glapthorne, Henry · published 1639 · first performed or written 1634 [1634-1639] [incorrect] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Globe unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 496 words
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And we (great Duke) henceforth will ne'er submit, To any rule but yours, which to confirm As sure as Fate had sealed it, on your sword My Council always has had that success, To be accounted faithful to my Prince: Fear it not, follow then my poor advice, Meet treachery with policy, and try, If you the Ambitious traitor can surprise, The head once off, the weak and fainting limbs, Like seared dried boughs, by an impetuous wind, Torn from an aged Oak, will fall to earth, And be consumed to ashes. It shall be so, Lord Questenberg, with all convenient speed, Dispatch a trusty messenger unto The King of Hungary, command his presence, With his most able legions for the safeguard Of our own person: In such like affairs, Which do concern the uncertain rule of States, Wise men should always be above their fates. A pox upon her fir, and for her sake, On all good faces; must you sigh and whine, And make a face worse than a zealous drunkard Does o'er dead musty wine, because she is beauteous: We Soldiers do not use to engender with A phisnomy, nor as the learned term it, Cohabit with a handsome nose or lip, There are some parts beneath the waste I take it, More useful for a man of Arms. Good Colonel, No more of this. Should I ask you The reason why you love her, you must answer; 'Tis for the sport (as for what other reason Women were made, unless to prick upon A clout, or starch, transcends my best Philosophy) And for that purpose, a short coat frister, That as she milks each morning, Bedews the cool grass with her Virgin moisture, As useful is and active (sounder far That's certain granted) pray, my Lord, remember she's but your mother's Gentlewoman, and whom perhaps The Butler has oftener folded up, then ere He did his table lin one. No more, you'll anger me. You'll anger me again then: we Imps of Mars, Should know no other mistresses, then what the Camp contains, I ne'er durst love i'th' field (marry in the City. I've had copulation with all trades) but one poor sutlers wife, & She as fair too, as was the kettle which she boiled her beef in, O how the sweet smell of her amber grease And kitchen-stuff perfumed my greedy nostrils, Yet on this beauty doted I (inspired by insurrection of the flesh) And gave her to cuckold the good corporal her husband. Ten comely dollars, and the devil take her, she paid me with a pox. But see, here comes the Lady of the Lake, for whom you good fir Lancelot make these lamentations; be not you bashful now, but fall on boldly heart, let me drill her for you, if her body be under Musket proof, 'tis ten to one my morris pike shall enter. to her, to her. Surprised by him alone, O my just fears.
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And we (great Duke) henceforth will nere submit, To any rule but yours, which to confirme As sure as Fate had seal'd it, on your sword My Councell alwayes has had that successe, To be accounted faithfull to my Prince: Feare it not, follow then my poore advice, Meet trechery with policie, and try, If you the Ambitious traytor can surprize, The head once off, the weake and fainting limbes, Like sear'd dri'd boughs, by an impetuous wind, Torne from an aged Oke, will fall to earth, And be consum'd to ashes. It shall be so, Lord Questenberg, with all convenient speed, Dispatch a trusty messenger unto The King of Hungary, command his presence, With his most able legions for the safeguard Of our owne person: In such like affaires, Which doe concerne the uncertaine rule of States, Wise men should alwayes be above their fates. A pox upon her fir, and for her sake, On all good faces; must you sigh and whine, And make a face worse then a zealous drunkard Does o're dead mustie wine, because she is beauteous: We Souldiers doe not use to ingender with A phisnomy, nor as the learned terme it, Co-habit with a handsome nose or lip, There are some parts beneath the waste I take it, More usefull for a man of Armes. Good Colonell, No more of this. Should I aske you The reason why you love her, you must answer; 'Tis for the sport (as for what other reason Women were made, unlesse to prick upon A clout, or starch, transcends my best Philosophy) And for that purpose, a short coat frister, That as she milkes each morning, Bedewes the coole grasse with her Virgin moisture, As usefull is and active (sounder far That's certaine granted) pray, my Lord, remember Shee's but your mothers Gentlewoman, and whom perhaps The Butler has oftener folded up, then ere He did his table linne one. No more, you'l anger me. You'l anger me agen then: we Imps of Mars, Should know no other mistresses, then what the Camp contains, I nere durst love ith' field (marry in the Citie. I've had copulation with all trades) but one poor sutlers wife, & She as faire too, as was the kettle which she boyl'd her beefe in, O how the sweet smell of her amber greace And kitchin-stuffe perfum'd my greedy nostrils, Yet on this beauty doted I (inspir'd by insurrection of the flesh) And gave her to cuckol'd the good corporall her husband. Ten comely dollers, and the divell take her, she paid me with a pox. But see, here comes the Lady of the Lake, for whom you good fir Lancelot make these lamentations; be not you bashfull now, but fall on boldly heart, let me drill her for you, if her body be under Musket proofe, 'tis ten to one my morris pike shall enter. to her, to her. Surpriz'd by him alone, O my just feares.