Rawlins, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 465 words
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Colonel Signior Alerzo. Here. Signiors well met: The lazy morn has scarcely trimmed herself To entertain the Sun; she still retains The slimy tincture of the banished night: I hardly could discern you. But you appear fresh as a City Bridegroom, That has signed his wife a warrant for the Grafting horns; how fares Belinda, After the weight of so much sin? you lay with her tonight; come, speak, did you take up on trust, Or have you pawned a Colony of Oaths? Or an embroidered Belt? or have you ta'en The courtier's trick, to lay your sword at mortgage? Or perhaps a Feather? 'twill serve in traffic, To return her Ladyship, a Fan, or so. You're merry. Come be free, Leave modesty for women to gild Their pretty thriving Art of plenitude, To enrich their husband's brows with cornucopiaes: A Soldier and thus bashful! Pox be open. Had I the Pox good Colonel, I should stride Far opener then I do: But pox o'the fashion. Count Antonio. Though he appear fresh as a bloom That newly kissed the Sun, adorned with pearly Drops, flung from the hand of the rose fingered morn, Yet in his heart lives a whole Host of valour. He appears A second Mars. More powerful since he holds Wisdom And Valour captive. Let us salute him. Hallow close they strike, As if they heard a winged thunderbolt, threatened his death And each ambitious were to lose his life; So it might purchase him a longer being: Their breath engenders like two peaceful winds, That join a friendly league, and fill the air With silken music. I may pass by and scarce be spared a look, Or any else but young Antonio. Rise from thy scorching Den thou soul of mischief. My blood boils hotter than the poisoned flesh Of Hercules clothed in the Centaurs shirts: Swell me revenge, till I become a hill High as Olympus' cloud dividing top; That I might fall, and crush them into air. He observe. Commandy the all This little World I'm Master of contains, And be assured 'tis granted; I have a life, I owe to death; and in my country's causes I should— Good sir no more, This ungrateful Land owes you too much already. And you still bind it in stronger Bonds. Your noble deeds, that like to thoughts outstrip The fleeting clouds, dash all our hopes of payment: We are poor but in unprofitable thanks; Nay that cannot rehearse enough your merit. I dare not hear this; pardon bashful ears For suffering such a scarlet to o'erspread Your burning Portals. Gentlemen your discourses taste of Court, They have a relish of known flattery; I must deny to understand their folly: Your pardon, I must leave you, Modesty commands. Your honour's vassals.
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COllonell Signior Alerzo. Heere. Signiors well met: The lazy morne has scarcely trim'd her selfe To entertaine the Sun; she still retaines The slimy tincture of the banisht night: I hardly could discerne you. But you appeare fresh as a City Bridegroome, That has sign'd his wife a warrant for the Grafting hornes; how fares Belinda, After the weight of so much sin? you lay with her To night; come, speake, did you take up on trust, Or have you pawn'd a Collony of Oathes? Or an imbroydered Belt? or have you tane The Courtiers tricke, to lay your sword at morgage? Or perhaps a Feather? 'twill serve in trafficke, To returne her Ladiship, a Fanne, or so. Y' are merry. Come be free, Leave modesty for women to gild Their pretty thriving Art of plentitude, To inrich their Husbands browes with cornucopiaes: A Souldier and thus bashfull! Poxe be open. Had I the Poxe good Colonell, I should stride Farre opener then I doe: But pox o'the fashion. Count Antonio. Tho he appeare fresh as a bloome That newly kist the Sun, adorn'd with pearly Drops, flung from the hand of the rose finger'd morne, Yet in his heart lives a whole Host of valour. Hee appeares A second Mars. More powerfull since he holds Wisedom And Vallour captive. Let us salute him. Hallow close they strike, As if they heard a winged thunder-bolt, threatn'd his death And each ambitious were to lose his life; So it might purchase him a longer being: Their breath ingenders like two peacefull winds, That joyne a friendly league, and fill the ayre With silken musicke. I may passe by and scarce be spar'd a looke, Or any else but yong Antonio. Rise from thy scorching Den thou soule of mischiefe. My blood boyles hotter then the poyson'd flesh Of Hercules cloth'd in the Centaurs shirts: Swell me revenge, till I become a hill High as Olimpus cloud dividing top; That I might fall, and crush them into ayre. He observe. Commandy the all This little World I'me Master of containes, And be assur'd tis granted; I have a life, I owe to death; and in my Countries causes I should— Good sir no more, This ungratefull Land owes you too much already. And you still bind it in stronger Bonds. Your noble deeds, that like to thoughts out-strip The fleeting clouds, dash all our hopes of payment: We are poore but in unprofitable thankes; Nay that cannot rehearse enough your merit. I dare not heare this; pardon bashfull eares For suffering such a scarlet to o're-spread Your burning Portalls. Gentlemen your discourses tast of Court, They have a relish of knowne flattery; I must deny to understand their folly: Your pardon, I must leave you, Modesty commands. Your honours vassales.