Antonio's Revenge (2 Antonio and Mellida) · chunk 3 of 29
Marston, John · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.80 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
STAY gentle Luceo, and vouchsafe thy hand. O, Madam Nay, pray thee give me leave to say, vouchsafe, Submiss entreats beseem my humble fate. Here let us sit. O Luceo, fortune's gilt Is rubbed quite off from my slight tin-foiled state, And poor Maria must appear ungraced Of the bright fulgour of glossed majesty. Cheer up your spirits Madam; fairer chance Than that which courts your presence instantly, Can not be formed by the quick mould of thought. Art thou assured the dukes are reconciled? Shall my wombs honour wed fair Mellida? Will heaven at length grant harbour to my head? Shall I once more clip my Andrugio? And wreath my arms about Antonio's neck? Or is glib rumor grown a parasite, Holding a false glass to my sorrows eyes, Making the wrinkled front of grief seem fair, Though 'tis much riveled with abortive care. Most virtuous Princess, banish straggling fear; Keep league with comfort. For these eyes beheld Tke Dukes vnited; you faint glimmering light near peeped through the crannies of the east, Since I beheld them drink a sound carouse, In sparkling Bacchus, Unto each other's health; Your son assured to beauteous Mellida: And all clouds cleared of threatening discontent. What age is morning of? I think 'bout five. Nutriche, Nutriche. Beshrew your fingers marry, you have disturbed the pleasure of the finest dream. O God, I was even coming to it law. O Iesu, 'twas coming of the sweetest. I'll tell you now, methought I was married, and methought I spent (O Lord why did you wake me) and methought I spent three spur Royals on the Fiddlers for striking up a fresh hornpipe. Saint Ursula, I was even going to bed, & you, methought, my husband was even putting out the tapers, when you, Lord I shall never have such a dream come upon me, as long as Peace idle creature, peace. When will the Court rise? Madam, 'twere best you took some lodging up, And lay in private till the soil of grief Were cleared your cheek, and new burnished lustre Clothed your presence, 'fore you saw the Dukes, And entered, 'mong the proud Venetian States. No Lucio, my dear Lord's wise, and knows That tinsel glitter, or rich purfled robes, Curled hairs, hung full of sparkling Carcanets, Are not the true adornments of a wife. So long as wives are faithful, modest, chaste, Wise Lords affect them. Virtue doth not waste, With each slight flame of crackling vanity. A modest eye forceth affection, Whilst outward gayness light looks but entice. Fairer than Nature's fair is foulest vice. She that loves Art, to get her cheek more lovers, Much outward gauds slight inward grace discovers. I care not to seem fair, but to my Lord. Those that strive most to please most strangers sight, Folly may judge most fair, wisdom most light. But hark, soft music gently moves the air: I think the bridegroom's up. Lucio, stand close. O, now Maria, challenge grief to stay Thy joys encounter. Look Lucio, 'tis clear day.
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STAY gentle Luceo, and vouchsafe thy hand. O, Madam Nay, pree thee giue me leaue to say, vouchsafe, Submisse intreats beseeme my humble fate. Here let vs sit. O Luceo, fortunes gilt Is rubd quite off from my slight tin-foild state, And poore Maria must appeare vngrac't Of the bright fulgor of gloss'd maiestie. Cheer vp your spirits Madam; fairer chance Then that which courts your presence instantly, Can not be formd by the quick mould of thought. Art thou assur'd the dukes are reconcil'd▪ Shall my wombes honour wed faire Mellida? Will heauen at length grant harbour to my head? Shall I once more clip my Andrugio? And wreath my armes about Antonio's necke? Or is glib rumor growne a parasite, Holding a false glasse to my sorrowes eyes, Making the wrinkl'd front of griefe seeme faire, Though tis much riueld with abortiue care. Most virtuous Princesse, banish straggling feare; Keepe league with comfort. For these eyes beheld Tke Dukes vnited; you faint glimmering light Nere peeped through the crannies of the east, Since I beheld them drinke a sound carouse, In sparkling Bacchus, Vnto eache others health; Your sonne assur'd to beautious Mellida: And all clouds clear'd of threatning discontent. What age is morning of? I thinke 'bout fiue. Nutriche, Nutriche. Beshrow your fingers marry, you haue disturb'd the pleasure of the finest dreame. O God, I was euen comming to it lawe▪ O Iesu, twas comming of the swetest. Ile tell you now, me thought I was maried, and mee thought I spent (O Lord why did you wake mee) and mee thought I spent three spur Roials on the Fidlers for striking vp a fresh hornepipe. Saint Vrsula, I was euen going to bed, & you, mee thought, my husband was euen putting out the tapers, when you, Lord I shall neuer haue such a dreame come vpon mee, as long as Peace idle creature, peace. When will the Court rise? Madam, twere best you tooke some lodging vp, And lay in priuate till the soile of griefe Were cleard your cheeke, and new burnisht lustre Cloath'd your presence, 'fore you sawe the Dukes, And enterd, 'mong the proud Venetian States. No Lucio, my deare Lord's wise, and knowes That tinsill glitter, or rich purfled robes, Curled haires, hung full of sparkling Carcanets, Are not the true adornements of a wife. So long as wiues are faithfull, modest, chaste, Wise Lords affect them. Vertue doth not waste, With each slight flame of crackling vanitie. A modest eye forceth affection, Whilest outward gainesse light lookes but entice. Fairer then Natures faire is fowlest vice. She that loues Art, to get her cheeke more louers, Much outward gaudes slight inward grace discouers. I care not to seeme faire, but to my Lord. Those that striue most to please most strangers sight, Follie may iudge most faire, wisdome most light. But harke, soft musique gently mooues the ayre: I thinke the bridegroom's vp. Lucio, stand close. O, now Marya, chalenge griefe to stay Thy ioyes encounter. Looke Lucio, tis cleare day.