Marston, John · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 489 words
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They are sent every way: sound policy. Sweet Lord. Confusion to these limber Sycophants. No sooner mischief's borne in regency, But flattery christians it with policy. Why then: O me Celitum excelsissimum! The intestine malice, and inveterate hate I always bore to that Andrugio, Glories in triumph o'er his misery: Nor shall that carpet-boy Antonio Match with my daughter, sweet cheeked Mellida. No, the public power makes my faction strong. Ill, when public power strengtheneth private wrong. 'tis horselike, not for man, to know his force. 'tis godlike, for a man to feel remorse. Pish, I prosecute my Family's revenge, Which I'll pursue with such a burning chase Till I have dried up all Andrugio's blood; Weak rage, that with slight pity is withstood. What means that fresh triumphal flourish sound? The prince of Milan, and young Florence heir Approach to gratulate your victory. we'll girt them with an ample waste of love; Conduct them to our presence royally. Let volleys of the great Artillery From of our galleys banks play prodigal, And sound loud welcome from their bellowing mouths. What prince was that passed through my father's guard? 'twas Galeatzo, the young Florentine. Troth, one that will besiege thy maidenhead, Enter the walls i'faith (sweet Mellida) If that thy flankers be not Canon proof. Oh Mary Ambree, good, thy judgement wench; Thy bright elections clear, what will he prove? Hath a short finger and a naked chin; A skipping eye, dare lay my judgement (faith) His love is glibery; there's no hold on't, wench: Give me a husband whose aspect is firm, A full cheeked gallant, with a bouncing thigh: Oh, he is the Paradizo dell madonne contento. even such a one was my Antonio. By my nine and thirtieth servant (sweet) Thou art in love, but stand on tiptoed fair, Here comes Saint Tristram Tirlery whiff i'faith. S. Mark, S. Mark, what kind of thing appears? For fancy's passion, spit upon him; fie: His face is varnished: in the name of love, What country bred that creature? What is he Flavia? The heir of Milan, signor Matzagent. Matzagent? now by my pleasures hope, He is made like a tilting staff; and looks For all the world like an o'erroasted pig: A great Tobacco taker too, that's flat. For his eyes look as if they had been hung In the smoke of his nose. What husband, will he prove sweet Rossaline? Avoid him: for he hath a dwindled leg, A low forehead, and a thin coal-black beard, And will be jealous too, believe it sweet: For his chin sweats, and hath a gander neck, A thin lip, and a little monkish eye: Precious, what a slender waste he hath! He looks like a Maypole, or a notched stick: he'll snap in two at every little strain. Give me a husband that will fill mine arms, Of steady judgement, quick and nimble sense: Fools relish not a Lady's excellence.
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They are sent euery way: sound policy. Sweete Lord. Confusion to these limber Sycophants. No sooner mischief's borne in regenty, But flattery christens it with pollicy. VVhy then: O me Celitum excelsissimum! The intestine malice, and inueterate hate I alwaies bore to that Andrugio, Glories in triumph ore his misery: Nor shall that carpet-boy Antonio Match with my daughter, sweet cheekt Mellida. No, the publick power makes my faction strong. Ill, when publick power strēgthneth priuate wrōg. Tis horse-like, not for man, to know his force. Tis god-like, for a man to feele remorse. Pish, I prosecute my families reuenge, VVhich Ile pursue with such a burning chace Till I haue dri'd vp all Andrugios bloud; VVeake rage, that with slight pittie is withstoode. VVhat meanes that fresh triumphall florish sound? The prince of Millane, and young Florence heir Approach to gratulate your victorie. VVeele girt them with an ample waste of loue; Conduct them to our presence royally. Let vollies of the great Artillery From of our gallies banks play prodigall, And soūd lowd welcome frō their bellowing mouths. VVhat prince was that passed through my fathers guard? Twas Galeatzo, the young Florentine. Troth, one that will besiege thy maidenhead, Enter the wals yfaith (sweet Mellida) If that thy flankers be not Canon proofe. Oh Mary Ambree, good, thy iudgement wench; Thy bright electious cleere, what will he prooue? Hath a short finger aud a naked chinne; A skipping eye, dare lay my iudgement (faith) His loue is glibbery; there's no hold ont, wench: Giue me a husband whose aspect is firme, A full cheekt gallant, with a bouncing thigh: Oh, he is the Paradizo dell madonne contento. Euen such a one was my Antonio. By my nine and thirteth seruant (sweete) Thou art in loue, but stand on tiptoed faire, Here comes Saint Tristram Tirlery whiffe yfaith. S. Marke, S. Marke, what kind of thing appears? For fancies passion, spit vpon him; figh: His face is varnisht: in the name of loue, VVhat country bred that creature? VVhat is he Flauia? The heire of Millane, Segnior Matzagent. Matzagent? now by my pleasures hope, He is made like a tilting staffe; and lookes For all the world like an ore-rosted pigge: A great Tobacco taker too, thats flat. For his eyes looke as if they had bene hung In the smoake of his nose. What husband, wil he prooue sweete Rossaline? Auoid him: for he hath a dwindled legge, A lowe forehead, and a thinne cole-black beard, And will be iealous too, beleeue it sweete: For his chin sweats, and hath a gander neck, A thinne lippe, and a little monkish eye: Pretious, what a slender waste he hath! He lookes like a May-pole, or a notched stick: Heele snap in two at euery little straine. Giue me a husband that will fill mine armes, Of steddie iudgement, quicke and nimble sense: Fooles relish not a Ladies excellence.