Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 507 words
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And you were a thousand shames you shall along with me, At home I am sure you'll prove a million, Every man carries the bundle of his sins, Upon his own back, you are mine, I'll sweat for ye. What Sir, preparing for your noble journey? 'tis well and full of care. I saw your mind was wedded to the war, And knew you would prove some good man for your country Therefore fair cousin with your gentle pardon, I got this place, what mourn at his advancement? You are too blame, he will come again sweet cousin, Mean time like sad Penelope and sage, Amongst your maids at home, and huswifely. No sir, I dare not leave her to that solitariness, She is young, and grief or ill news from those quarters May daily cross her, she shall go along Sir. By no means Captain. By all means an't please ye? What take a young and tender bodied Lady, And expose her to those dangers, and those tumults, A sickly Lady too. 'twill make her well Sir, There's no such friend to health as wholesome travel. Away it must not be. It ought not Sir, Go hurry her, it is not humane Captain. I cannot blame her tears, fright her with tempests With thunder of the war. I dare swear if she were able. she is most able. And pray ye swear not, she must go there's no remedy, Nor greatness, nor the trick you had to partus, Which I smell too rank, too open, too evident (And I must tell you Sir, 'tis most unnoble) Shall hinder me: had she but ten hours' life, Nay less, but two hours, I would have her with me, I would not leave her fame to so much ruin, To such a desolation and discredit As her weakness and your hot will wood work her too. What Masque is this now? More tropes and figures, to abuse my sufferance, What cozen's this? Michael van owl, how dost thou? In what dark barn or tod of aged ivy Hast thou lain hid? Things must both ebb and flow colonel, And people must conceal, and shine again. You are welcome hither as your friend may say Gentleman, A pretty house ye see handsomely seated, Sweet and convenient walks, the waters crystal. He's certain mad. As mad as a French Tailor, That has nothing in's head but ends of fustians. I see you are packing now my gentle cousin, And my wife told me I should find it so, 'tis true I do, you were merry when I was last here, But 'twas your will to try my patience Madam. I am sorry that my swift occasions Can let you take your pleasure here no longer, Yet I would have you think my honoured cozen, This house and all I have are all your servants. What house, what pleasure sir, what do you mean? You hold the jest so stiff, 'twill prove discourteous, This house I mean, the pleasures of this place.
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And you were a thousand shames you shall along with me, At home I am sure you'le prove a million, Every man carries the bundle of his sinnes, Vpon his own back, you are mine, Ile sweat for ye. What Sir, preparing for your noble journey? Tis well and full of care. J saw your minde was wedded to the warre, And knew you would prove some good man for your coūtry Therefore faire Cozen with your gentle pardon, I got this place, what mourne at his advancement? You are too blame, he will come agen sweet cozen, Meane time like sad Penelope and sage, Amongst your maids at home, and huswifely. No sir, I dare not leave her to that solitarinesse, She is young, and griefe or ill newes from those quarters May dayly crosse her, she shall goe along Sir. By no meanes Captaine. By all meanes an't please ye? What take a young and tender bodied Lady, And expose her to those dangers, and those tumults, A sickly Lady too. Twill make hir well Sir, Theres no such friend to health as wholsome travell. Away it must not be. It ought not Sir, Goe hurry her, it is not humane Captaine. I cannot blame her teares, fright her with tempests With thunder of the warre. I dare sweare if she were able. Shee is most able. And pray ye sweare not, she must goe theres no remedy, Nor greatnesse, nor the trick you had to partus, Which I smell too ranck, too open, too evident (And I must tell you Sir, tis most unnoble) Shall hinder me: had she but ten houres life, Nay lesse, but two houres, I would have her with me, I would not leave her fame to so much ruine, To such a desolation and discredit As her weaknesse and your hot will wood worke her too. What Masque is this now? More tropes and figures, to abuse my sufferance, What cozen's this? Michael van owle, how dost thou? In what dark barne or tod of aged vy Hast thou lyen hid? Things must both ebbe and flow Coronell, And people must conceale, and shine agen. You are welcome hither as your friend may say Gentlemā, A pretty house yee see hansomely seated, Sweet and convenient walkes, the waters cristall. He's certaine mad. As mad as a French Tayler, That has nothing in's head but ends of fustians. I see you are packing now my gentle cozen, And my wife told me I should finde it so, Tis true I doe, you were merry when I was last here, But twas your will to try my patience Madam. I am sorry that my swift occasions Can let you take your pleasure here no longer, Yet I would have you think my honourd cozen, This house and all I have are all your servants. What house, what pleasure sir, what doe you mean? You hold the jest so stiffe, twill prove discurtious, This house I meane, the pleasures of this place.