Richards, Nathaniel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 484 words
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Yes with a Pox. I have not the Court art to kill my lovers, Nor draw them on with witchcraft, Circean charms, Nor is it lust, but want makes me a trader, And those I clip with, I must like at least, Let Rome's brave Empress do her liking, I she's a brave Roman dame indeed. And those Mad-dames are the best doers Stitch. Calphurnia loathes variety of men, Times big bone Animals so apt to please, Th'mpress will whets not my appetite, Besides you know I'm not for durance, Wanting the daily visits of best Doctors, To make me broths of dissolved Pearl and Amber, Which well considered will not quit the cost, She won the wager, I am glad I lost. Glad I have lost, Let me come to her, I'll claw you minx, glad I have lost, and which goes nearest my heart; To rail, and none to rail against but tall Proper and goodly able men, calling Them big-boned Animals, O blasphemy. Why Phisgig; must I keep thee rich in clothes, To want that ever pleasing sweet, Honey, and Sugar candy delight; which the Bravest high spirited glistering Ladies, (Such as make Punies of their petty Lords) Account their heaven, their only happiness, Never but discontented when they are Out of Action▪ and are you defective now; Fallen out (forsooth) with the felicity You should take in men; O most absurd, Not to be suffered, uttered, nor endured, It is intolerable; it is, it is▪ it is, Thou muddy minded piece of mischief it is. Hem, Mistress, here comes our fellow Pander The Lord Saufellus. All of a house, but not all fellow's Stitch, And yet we hope to be Sir Panders; nay since Great-ones be of that profession, and thrive so by it, It cannot choose but be a brave profession. Oh, 'tis a good, A goodly brave profession; 'tis the best, Best stream to fish in, be ne'er so impious, Gold styles the royal villain virtuous. Here, here my most precious procurers Down, and adore our royal Empress, And me the messenger of these glad tidings; Proud is her highness of the wager won, Yet scorning the advantage of the loss Trebly returns your own, with a reward, And sign of her high favour ever after. I hope her mightiness received content, And will make bold with my poor house hereafter. Yes, with your house a little bold her yet, Silius comes hither straight brought by his friends Valens and Proculus, your best wills work, To make him serve her pleasure. Pleasure her, What? Silius a private gentleman of Rome And be so gross as not to pleasure her. Which of you gallants would not pleasure an Empress; that a man should be so very a sot As not do, Oh 'twere abominable. But he's a man of precise abstinence, And hardly will be drawn by any woman.
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Yes with a Pox. I have not the Court art to kill my lovers, Nor draw them on with witchcraft, Circean charmes, Nor is it lust, but want makes me a trader, And those I clip with, I must like at least, Let Romes brave Empresse do her liking, I she's a brave Roman dame indeed. And those Mad-dames are the best doers Stitch. Calphurnia loathes varietie of men, Times big bone Animalls so apt to please, Th'Empresse will whets not my appetite, Besides you know I'me not for durance, Wanting the daily visits of best Doctors, To make me broths of dissolv'd Pearle and Amber, Which well considered will not quit the cost, She won the wager, I am glad I lost. Glad I have lost, Let me come to her, Ile claw you Minkes, glad I have lost, and which goes nearest my heart; To raile, and none to raile against but tall Proper and goodly able men, calling Them big-bond Animals, O blasphemy. Why Phisgig; must I keepe thee rich in cloathes, To want that ever pleasing sweet, Hony, and Sugar candy delight; which the Bravest high spirited glistering Ladies, (Such as make Punies of their pettie Lords) Account their heaven, their onely happinesse, Never but discontented when they are Out of Action▪ and are you defective now; Fallen out (forsooth) with the felicitie You shu'd take in men; O most absurd, Not to be suffer'd, utter'd, nor indur'd, It is intollerable; it is, it is▪ it is, Thou muddy minded piece of mischiefe it is. Hem, Mistris, here comes our fellow Pander The Lord Saufellus. All of a house, but not all fellowes Stitch, And yet we hope to be Sir Panders; nay since Great-ones be of that profession, and thrive so by it, It cannot chuse but be a brave profession. Oh, tis a good, A goodly brave profession; 'tis the best, Best streame to fish in, be ne'r so impious, Gold stiles the royall villaine vertuous. Here, here my most pretious procurers Downe, and adore our royall Empresse, And me the messenger of these glad tidings; Proud is her highnesse of the wager wonne, Yet scorning the advantage of the losse Trebly returnes your owne, with a reward, And signe of her high favour ever after. I hope her mightinesse receiv'd content, And will make bold with my poore house hereafter. Yes, with your house a little bold her yet, Silius comes hither straight brought by his friends Valens and Proculus, your best wills worke, To make him serve her pleasure. Pleasure her, What? Silius a private gentleman of Rome And be so grosse as not to pleasure her. Which of you gallants wu'd not pleasure an Emp'resse; that a man should be so very a sot As not do, Oh 'twere abominable. But hee's a man of precise abstinence, And hardly will be drawne by any woman.