Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi typicality 0.75 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
PLeasure attend ye, and about ye sit The springs of mirth fancy delight and wit To stir you up, do not your looks let fall, Nor to remembrance our late errors call, Because this day we're Spaniards all again, The story of our Play, and our Scene Spain: The errors too, do not for this cause hate, Now we present their wit and not their state. Nor Ladies be not angry if you see, A young fresh beauty, wanton and too free, Seek to abuse your Husband, still 'tis Spain, No such gross errors in your Kingdom reigns, W''re Vestals all, and though we blow the fire, We seldom make it flame up to desire, Take no example neither to begin, For some by precedent delight to sin: Nor blame the Poet if he slip aside, Sometimes lasciviously if not too wide. But hold your Fans close, and then smile at ease, A cruel Scene did never Lady please. Nor Gentlemen, pray be not you displeased, Though we present some men fooled foam diseased, Some drunk, some mad: we mean not you, you're free, We tax no farther than our Comedy, You are our friends sit noble then and see. ARe your companies full colonel? No not yet sir: Nor will not be this month yet, as I reckon. How rises your command? We pick up still, and as our moneys hold out, We have men come, about that time I think We shall be full too, many young gallants go. And unexperienced, The wars are dainty dreams to young hot spirits, Time and experience will allay those visions, We have strange things to fill our numbers, There's one Don Leon, a strange goodly fellow, Recommended to me from some noble Friends, For my Alfores, had you but seen his person, And what a giant's promise it protesteth. I have heard of him and that he hath served before too. But no harm done, nor never meant, Don Michael That came to my ears yet, ask him a question, He blushes like a girl, and answers little, To the point less, he wears a sword a good one, And good clothes too, he is whole skinned, has no hurt yet, Good promising hopes, I never yet heard certainly Of any Gentleman that saw him angry. Preserve him, he'll conclude a peace if need be, Many as strong as he will go along with us, That swear as valiantly as heart can wish, Their mouth charged with six oaths at once, and whole on's, That make the drunken Dutch creep into molehills. 'tis true, such we must look for, but Michael Perez, When heard you of Donna Margaretta, the great heiress. I hear every hour of her, though I never saw her, She is the main discourse, noble Don Iuan de Castro, How happy were that man could catch this wench up, And live at ease, she is fair, and young, and wealthy, Infinite wealthy, and as gracious too In all her entertainments, as men report.
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PLeasure attend yee, and about yee sit The springs of mirth fancy delight and wit To stirre you up, doe not your looks let fall, Nor to remembrance our late errors call, Because this day w'are Spaniards all againe, The story of our Play, and our Sceane Spaine: The errors too, doe not for this cause hate, Now we present their wit and not their state. Nor Ladies be not angry if you see, A young fresh beauty, wanton and too free, Seeke to abuse your Husband, still tis Spaine, No such grosse errors in your Kingdome raignes, W'are Vestalls all, and though we blow the fire, We seldome make it flame up to desire, Take no example neither to beginne, For some by president delight to sinne: Nor blame the Poet if he slip aside, Sometimes lasciviously if not too wide. But hold your Fannes close, and then smile at ease, A cruell Sceane did never Lady please. Nor Gentlemen, pray be not you dipleas'd, Though we present some men fool'd fome diseas'd, Some drunke, some madde: we meane not you, you'r free, We taxe no farther then our Comedie, You are our friends sit noble then and see. ARe your companies full Coronell? No not yet sir: Nor will not be this month yet, as I reckon. How rises your commaund? We pick up still, and as our monies hold out, We have men come, about that time I thinke We shall be full too, many young gallants goe. And unexperienced, The warres are dainty dreams to young hot spirits, Time and experience will allay those visions, We have strange things to fill our numbers, There's one Don Leon, a strange goodly fellow, Recommended to me from some noble Friends, For my Alfores, had you but seen his person, And what a Giants promise it protesteth. I have heard of him and that he hath serv'd before too. But no harm done, nor never meant, Don Michael That came to my eares yet, aske him a question, He blushes like a girle, and answers litle, To the point lesse, he wears a sword a good one, And good cloaths too, he is whole skin'd, has no hurt yet, Good promising hopes, I never yet heard certainly Of any Gentleman that saw him angry. Preserve him, hee'l conclude a peace if need be, Many as strong as he will goe along with us, That sweare as valiantly as heart can wish, Their mouth charg'd with six oaths at once, and whole ons, That make the drunken Dutch creepe into mole-hils. Tis true, such we must looke for, but Michaell Perez, When heard you of Donna Margaretta, the great heiresse. I heare every hower of her, though I never saw her, She is the main discourse, noble Don Iuan de Castro, How happy were that man cood catch this wench up, And live at ease, she is faire, and young, and wealthy, Infinite wealthy, and as gratious too In all her entertainements, as men report.