Rawlins, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 500 words
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O 'tis a merry one. It is no news to me, I have been used to't. Now for discovery, the King as yet Is ignorant of your names, and shall be Till your merits beg your pardon. My Lord you are for Machvile; take this gown. Pray for ecesse: You in this French disguise for proud Philippa; This is her garment. I hear the King, be gone: The French man's folly sit upon your tongue. Believe me Tailor you have outstripped the Court, For such perfections lives not everywhere, Nature was vexed as she's a very shrew, She made all others in an angry mood; These only she can boast for Masterpieces: The rest want something or in mind or form, These are precisely made: a Critic Jury, Of cavilling Arts cannot condemn a scruple. But that your entrance in this formal speech Betrayed you are a Courtier; I had been angry At your Rank flattery. Can you say so? Sir, she has spoke my meaning. Friend, what are those beauties called? Your grace's pardon. Are they Oracle, or is the knowledge fatal? But that I know thy faith, this denial Would conjure a suspicion in my breast; Use thy prerogative, 'tis thy own house In which you are a King; and I your guest. Come ladies. This habit will do well, and less suspected; Rapt in'is cover lives a kingdom's plague, They kill with licence; Machviles proud dame 'Tis famed is sick, upon my soul, howe'er Her health may be the Aguesh commons cry; She's a disease they groan for: this disguise Shall sift her Ebon soul, and if she be Infectious, like a megrom, or rot limb; The sword of Justice must divide the joint That holds her to the States endangered body. she comes. Look up my Auristella; Better the Sun forsake his course to bless, With his continuing beams the Antipodes, And we grovel for ever in eternal night, Than death eclipse thy rich and stronger light. Seek some physician, horror to my soul, she faints; I'd rather lose the issue of my hopes, than Auristella. Issue of his hopes, strange; The crown's enjoinment can yield no content, Without the presence of my Auristilla. crown's enjoyment, O villain, Why stir you not? fetch me some skilful man, My Kingdom shall reward him; if his Art Chain her departing soul unto her flesh, But for a day, till she be crowned a Queen: Fly, bring him unto this walk. Stay, Most honoured Count, (now for a forged link Of flattery to chain me to his love;) Having with studious care gone o'er the Art Folly terms Magic, which more sublime souls Skilled i'the Stars, know is above that mischief; I find you're borne to be 'bove vulgar greatness, Even to a Throne: but stay, let's fetch this Lady. All greatness without her is slavery. Use modest violence. Oh. Stand wider, give her air. Godlike Physician, I and all that's mine, Will at thy feet offer a sacrifice.
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O 'tis a merry one. It is no newes to me, I have bin us'd to't. Now for discovery, the King as yet Is ignorant of your names, and shall be Till your merits beg your pardon. My Lord you are for Machvile; take this gowne. Pray for ecesse: You in this French disguise for proud Philippa; This is her garment. I heare the King, be gone: The French mans folly sit upon your tongue. Beleeve me Tayler you have out-stript the Court, For such perfections lives not every where, Nature was vext as she's a very shrew, She made all others in an angry mood; These onely she can boast for Master-peeces: The rest want something or in mind or forme, These are precisely made: a Critticke Jury, Of cavelling Arts cannot condemne a scruple. But that your entrance in this formall speech Betray'd you are a Courtier; I had bin angry At your Ranke flattery. Can you say so? Sir, she has spoke my meaning. Friend, what are those beauties cald? Your graces pardon. Are they Oracle, or is the knowledge fatall? But that I know thy faith, this deniall Wou'd conjure a suspition in my breast; Vse thy prerogative, 'tis thy owne house In which you are a King; and I your guest. Come ladies. This habite will doe well, and lesse suspected; Rapt i'this cover lives a Kingdomes plague, They kill with licence; Machviles proud dame 'Tis fam'd is sicke, upon my soule, how ere Her health may be the Aguesh commons cry; She's a disease they groane for: this disguise Shall sift her Ebon soule, and if she be Infectious, like a Meagrome, or rot limbe▪ The sword of Justice must devide the joynt That holds her to the States indanger'd body. Shee comes. Looke up my Auristella; Better the Sun forsake hi course to blesse, With his continuing beames the Antipodes, And we grovell for ever in eternall night, Then death ecclipse thy rich and stronger light. Seeke some physitian, horrour to my soule, she faints; I'de rather lose the issue of my hopes, than Auristella. Issue of his hopes, strange; The Crownes injoynement can yeeld no content, Without the presence of my Auristilla. Crownes injoyment, O villaine, Why stirre you not? fetch me some skilfull man, My Kingdome shall reward him; if his Art Chaine her departg soule unto her flesh, But for a day, till she be crown'd a Queene: Fly, bring him unto this walke. Stay, Most honour'd Count, (now for a forged linke Of flattery to chaine me to his love;) Having with studious care gone o're the Art Folly tearmes Magick, which more sublime soules Skil'd i'the Starrs, know is above that mischiefe; I finde you're borne to be 'bove vulger greatnesse, Even to a Throne: but stay, let's fetch this Lady. All greatnesse without her is slavery. Vse modest violence. Oh. Stand wider, give her aire. God-like Physitian, I and all that's mine, Will at thy feet offer a sacrifice.