Cartwright, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1636 [Aug 30] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 500 words
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If you will Needs put yourselves to th' trouble of Procurers, Bring me a Kingdom in one face, or show me A People in one body; than you might Happily work on mine Affections. There I durst pour myself into Embracements, Losing myself in a Labyrinth of joy. As 'tis you only make me colder, by Surrounding me with these your hostile flames. I hope you do conceive it our Affection, And duty to your Sceptre. Let me ask you. Was't not enough you tried me with those baits Of wines, and meats, culled from the spoil of Nature, But you must bring vice in another fashion? Will you then let your days pass sluggishly, And reap no pleasure from your Power? 'Tis one To punish such offenders as yourselves, That will abase your honour to so vile And abject an employment. If you offer The like again, you shall perceive, that Kings, How short so e'er their Reigns be, have long hands. This Act, whate'er you style it, is flat Treason. Our Honour is abused in't. O the foreheads Of women once grown impudent! that these Can stand so long, and hear their infamy Debated quietly, expecting when They shall be called to their reproach! what fled? And left the Prey behind to tempt me? Ho! Who waits without? Convey these wicked creatures Unto the jailor Molops: give him charge To use them as he would do Enemies. My Country would twice suffer, should I yield Unto their vices too. But Greece is not Only preserved in me: had they perhaps Carried these Creatures to the wilder knot, Headlong Archippus, or bold Stratocles, Easy Leocrates, or prone Philotas, Their Present might have hit. But hark, they come. I'll step aside, and watch their actions. What do you think Mandane? is he mortal? HOw far do we outshine the Persian Court? See what good clothes can do. I think there are not four properer Gentlemen walk the streets. The Ladies certainly must love us now. But are you sure they'll pass this way? Yes, yes. Let's to our stations, and be ready to Accost'em at the first approach. Mandane, Do you and Ariene step down to 'em, And try their Courtship. All I think be safe. Cratander is hard by; ne'er fear; let's down. I wonder none pass by yet: sure they'll send Tickets unto us, to invite us to Their Lodgings the backway. ne'er doubt it Man, They'll come themselves; for proof behold. Half booty; Equal division Gentlemen. Agreed, agreed. Agreed, agreed. Agreed, agreed. Nay, start not Ladies, we are men, 'Tis well You tell us so before hand, we might else Think you disguised satyrs, come on purpose To put the Nymphs to flight. We are not hairy; We have no Tails, I'm sure. Truly if satyrs And you were in one Market-town, I think You might see one another for nothing. Do you Take us for Monsters then? Pray heaven we don't Discover 'em in your Manners.
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If you will Needes put your selves to th' trouble of Procurers, Bring me a Kingdome in one face, or shew me A People in one body; then you might Happily worke on mine Affections. There I durst powre my selfe into Embracements, Loosing my selfe in a Labyrinth of joy. As 'tis you only make me colder, by Surrounding me with these your hostile flames. I hope you doe conceive it our Affection, And duty to your Scepter. Let me aske you▪ Was't not enough you try'd me with those baytes Of wines, and meates, cull'd from the spoyle of Nature, But you must bring vice in another fashion? Will you then let your dayes passe sluggishly, And reape no pleasure from your Pow'r? 'Tis one To punish such offenders as your selves, That will abase your honour to so vile And abject an imployment. If you offer The like againe, you shall perceive, that Kings, How short so e're their Reignes be, have long hands. This Act, what e're you stile it, is flat Treason. Our Honour is abus'd in't. O the foreheads Of women once growne impudent! that these Can stand so long, and heare their infamy Debated quietly, expecting when They shall be call'd to their reproach! what fled? And left the Prey behind to tempt me? Ho! Who waytes without? Conveigh these wicked creatures Unto the Gaolor Molops: give him charge To use them as he would doe Enemies. My Country would twice suffer, should I yeeld Unto their vices too. But Greece is not Only preserv'd in me: had they perhaps Carry'd these Creatures to the wilder knot, Headlong Archippus, or bold Stratocles, Easie Leocrates, or prone Philotas, Their Present might have hit. But hearke, they come. I'le step aside, and watch their actions. What doe you thinke Mandane? is he mortall? HOw far do we out-shine the Persian Court▪ See what good cloaths can do. I thinke there are not Foure properer Gentlemen walke the streets. The Ladyes certainly must love us now▪ But are you sure they'le passe this way▪ Yes, yes. Let's to our stations, and be ready to Accost ▪m at the first approach. Mandane▪ Doe you and Ariene step downe to em▪ And try their Courtship. All I thinke be safe. Cratander is hard by; ne're fear; let's down. I wonder none passe by yet: sure theyl'e send Tickets unto us, to invite us to Their Lodgings the back-way. Ne're doubt it Man, They'le come themselves; for proofe behold▪ Halfe booty; Equall division Gentlemen. Agreed, agreed. Agreed, agreed. Agreed, agreed. Nay, start not Ladyes, we are men, 'Tis well You tell us so before hand, we might else Thinke you disguised Satyres, come on purpose To put the Nymphes to flight. We are not hairy; We have no Tayles, I'm sure. Truly if Satyres And you were in one Market-towne, I thinke You might see one another for nothing. Doe you Take us for Monsters then? Pray heav'n we don't Discover 'em in your Manners.