Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 475 words
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By the mass I think I am a Lord indeed, What's thy name? Simon and it please your honour. Simon, that's as much to say Simion or Simon Put forth thy hand and fill the pot. Give me thy hand, Sim. am I a lord indeed? I my gracious Lord, and your lovely lady Long time hath mourned for your absence here, And now with joy behold where she doth come To gratulate your honours safe return. Sim. Is this she? I my Lord. Mass 'tis a pretty wench, what's her name? Oh that my lovely Lord would once vouchsafe To look on me, and leave these frantic fits, Or were I now but half so eloquent, To paint in words what i'll perform in deeds, I know your honour then would pity me. Hark you mistress, will you eat a piece of bread, Come sit down on my knee, Sim drink to her Sim, For she and I will go to bed anon. May it please you, your honours players be come To offer your honour a play. A play Sim, O brave, be they my players? I my Lord. Is there not a fool in the play? Yes my lord. When will they play Sim? even when it please your honour, they be ready. My lord I'll go bid them begin their play. do, but look that you come again. I warrant you my lord, I will not leave you thus. Come Sim, where be the players? Sim stand by Me and we'll flout the players out of their coats. I'll call them my lord. Hoe where are you there? Welcome to Athens my beloved friend, To Plato's schools and Aristotle's walks, Welcome from Cestus famous for the love Of good Leander and his Tragedy, For whom the Hellespont weeps brinish tears, The greatest grief is I cannot as I would Give entertainment to my dearest friend. Thanks noble Polidor my second self, The faithful love which I have found in thee Hath made me leave my father's princely court, The Duke of Cestus thrice renowned seat, To come to Athens thus to find thee out, Which since I have so happily attained, My fortune now I do account as great As erst did Caesar when he conquered most, But tell me noble friend where shall we lodge, For I am unacquainted in this place. My Lord if you vouchsafe of scholars fare, My house, myself, and all is yours to use, You and your men shall stay and lodge with me. With all my heart, I will requite thy love, But stay; what dames are these so bright of hue Whose eyes are brighter than the lamps of heaven, Fairer than rocks of pearl and precious stone, More lovely far than is the morning sun, When first she opes her oriental gates.
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By the maſſe I thinke I am a Lord indeed, Whats thy name? Simon and it pleaſe your honour. Simon, thats as much to ſay Simion or Simon Put foorth thy hand and fill the pot. Giue me thy hand, Sim. am I a lord indeed? I my gratious Lord, and your louelie ladie Long time hath moorned for your abſence heere, And now with ioy behold where ſhe dooth come To gratulate your honours ſafe returne. Sim. Is this ſhe? I my Lord. Maſſe tis a prettie wench, whats her name? Oh that my louelie Lord would once vouchſafe To looke on me, and leaue theſe frantike fits, Or were I now but halfe ſo eloquent, To paint in words what ile performe in deedes, I know your honour then would pittie me. Harke you miſtreſſe, wil you eat a peece of bread, Come ſit downe on my knee, Sim drinke to hir Sim, For ſhe and I will go to bed anon. May it pleaſe you, your honors plaiers be come To offer your honour a plaie. A plaie Sim, O braue, be they my plaiers? I my Lord. Is there not a foole in the plaie? Yes my lord. When wil they plaie Sim? Euen when it pleaſe your honor, they be readie. My lord Ile go bid them begin their plaie. Doo, but looke that you come againe. I warrant you my lord, I wil not leaue you thus. Come Sim, where be the plaiers? Sim ſtand by Me and weele flout the plaiers out of their cotes. Ile cal them my lord. Hoe where are you there? Welcome to Athens my beloued friend, To Platoes ſchooles and Ariſtotles walkes, Welcome from Ceſtus famous for the loue Of good Leander and his Tragedie, For whom the Heleſpont weepes briniſh teares, The greateſt griefe is I cannot as I would Giue entertainment to my deereſt friend. Thankes noble Polidor my ſecond ſelfe, The faithfull loue which I haue found in thee Hath made me leaue my fathers princelie court, The Duke of Ceſtus thriſe renowmed ſeate, To come to Athens thus to find thee out, Which ſince I haue ſo happilie attaind, My fortune now I doo account as great As earſt did Caeſar when he conquered moſt, But tell me noble friend where ſhal we lodge, For I am vnacquainted in this place. My Lord if you vouchſafe of ſchollers fare, My houſe, my ſelfe, and all is yours to vſe, You and your men ſhall ſtaie and lodge with me. With all my hart, I will requite thy loue, But ſtaie; what dames are theſe ſo bright of hew Whoſe eies are brighter then the lampes of heauen, Fairer then rocks of pearle and pretious ſtone, More louelie farre then is the morning ſunne, When firſt ſhe opes hir orientall gates.