Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 506 words
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I have not much loved wealth, But have not loathed the sight of it, till now, That you have soiled it with that foul opinion Of being the price of virtue. Though the Metal Be pure, and innocent in itself; such use Of it is odious, indeed damnable, Both to the seller, and the purchaser: Pity it should be so abused. It bears A stamp upon't, which but to clip is treason. 'tis ill used there, where Law the life controls; Worse, where 'tis made a salary for souls. Deniest thou wealth? wilt thou have pleasure then Given, and ta'en freely, without all condition? I'll give thee such, as shall (if not exceed) Be at the least, comparative with those, Which Iupiter got the Demigods with; and Iuno was mad she missed. My Lord, you may Gloze o'er and gild the vice, which you call pleasure, With god like attributes; when it is, at best A sensuality, so far below Dishonourable, that it is mere beastly; Which reason ought to abhor; and I detest it, More than your former hated offers. Lastly. Wilt thou have honour! I'll come closer to thee; (For now the Flames of Love grow higher in me, And I must perish in them, or enjoy thee) Suppose I find by Power, or Law, or both, A means to make thee mine, by freeing Thee from thy present husband. Hold, stay there. Now should I utter volumes of persuasions; Lay the whole world of Riches, pleasures, honours, Before me in full grant, that one, last word Husband, and from your own mouth spoke, confutes And vilifies even all. The very name Of husband, rightly weighed, and well remembered, Without more Law or discipline, is enough To govern womankind in due obedience; Master all loose affections, and remove Those Idols, which too much, too many love; And you have set before me, to beguile Me of the faith I owe him. But, remember You grant I have a husband; urge no more, I seek his love. 'tis fit he loves no whore. This is not yet the way. You have seen Lady, My ardent love, which you do seem to slight, Though to my death, pretending zeal to your husband. My person, nor my proffers are so despicable, But that they might (had I not vowed affection Entirely to yourself) have met with th'embraces Of greater persons, no less fair, that can Too, (if they please) put on Formality, And talk in as divine a strain, as you. This is not earnest, make my word but good, Now with a smile, i'll give thee a thousand pound. Look o' my face— Come— prithee look and laugh not— Yes, laugh, and dar'st— Dimple this cheek a little; I'll nip it else. I pray forbear my Lord: I'm past a child, and will be made no wanton. How can this be? so young? so vigorous? And so devoted to an old man's bed! That is already answered. He's my husband. You are old too my Lord.
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I have not much lov'd wealth, But have not loath'd the sight of it, till now, That you have soyld it with that foule opinion Of being the price of vertue. Though the Metall Be pure, and innocent in it selfe; such use Of it is odious, indeed damnable, Both to the seller, and the purchaser: Pitty it should be so abus'd. It beares A stampe upon't, which but to clip is treason. Tis ill us'd there, where Law the life controules; Worse, where tis made a salary for soules. Deny'st thou wealth? wilt thou have pleasure then Given, and ta'ne freely, without all condition? Ile give thee such, as shall (if not exceed) Be at the least, comparative with those, Which Iupiter got the Demy-gods with; and Iuno was mad she mist. My Lord, you may Glose o're and gild the vice, which you call pleasure, With god like attributes; when it is, at best A sensuality, so farre below Dishonourable, that it is meere beastly; Which reason ought to abhorre; and I detest it, More than your former hated offers. Lastly. Wilt thou have honour! Ile come closer to thee; (For now the Flames of Love grow higher in me, And I must perish in them, or enjoy thee) Suppose I finde by Power, or Law, or both, A meanes to make thee mine, by freeing Thee from thy present husband. Hold, stay there. Now should I utter volumes of perswasions; Lay the whole world of Riches, pleasures, honours, Before me in full grant, that one, last word Husband, and from your owne mouth spoke, confutes And vilifies even all. The very name Of husband, rightly weigh'd, and well remembred, Without more Law or discipline, is enough To governe woman-kinde in due obedience; Master all loose affections, and remove Those Idolls, which too much, too many love; And you have set before me, to beguile Me of the faith I owe him. But, remember You grant I have a husband; urge no more, I seek his love. Tis fit he loves no whore. This is not yet the way. You have seene Lady, My ardent love, which you doe seeme to slight, Though to my death, pretending zeale to your husband. My person, nor my proffers are so despicable, But that they might (had I not vow'd affection Intirely to your selfe) have met with th'embraces Of greater persons, no lesse faire, that can Too, (if they please) put on Formality, And talke in as divine a straine, as you. This is not earnest, make my word but good, Now with a smile, ile give thee a thousand pound. Looke o' my face—Come—prithee looke and laugh not— Yes, laugh, and dar'st—Dimple this cheek a little; Ile nip it else. I pray forbeare my Lord: I'me past a childe, and will be made no wanton. How can this be? so young? so vigorous? And so devoted to an old mans bed! That is already answerd. He's my husband. You are old too my Lord.