Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 497 words
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Poor Grissel is not proud of these attires, They are to me but as you livery, And from your humble servant when you please, You may take all this outside, which indeed Is none of Grissel's, her best wealth is need, I'll cast this gayness of, and be content To wear this russet bravery of my own, For that's more warm than this, I shall look old, No sooner in course freeze then cloth of gold. Spite of my soul she'll triumph over me. Your glove my Lord, Cast down my glove again, Stoop you for it, for I will have you stoop, And kneel even to the meanest groom I keep. 'tis but my duty if you'll have me stoop, Even to your meanest groom my Lord i'll stoop. Furio how slovenly thou goest attired? Why so my lord? Look here thy shoes are both untied, Grissel kneel you and tie them. Pardon me. Quickly I charge you, Friend you do me wrong, To let me hold my Lord in wrath so long, Stand still I'll kneel and tie them: what I do Furio 'tis done to him and not to you. 'tis so. Oh strange oh admiral patience, I fear when Grissel's bones sleep in her grave, The world a second Grissel near will have, Now get you in. I go my gracious Lord. Didst thou not here her sigh, did not one frown Contract her beauteous forehead. I saw none Did not one drop fall down from sorrows eyes, To blame my heart for these her injuries? Faith not a drop, I fear she'll frown on me, For doing me service? Furio that i'll try, My voice may yet o'ertake her: Grissel, Grissel? She comes at first call. Did my Lord call? Woman I called thee not, I said this slave was like to Grissel, Grissel, And must you therefore come to torture me? Nay stay here's a companion fit for you, Thou vexest me, so doth this villain to, But ere the Sun to his highest throne ascend, My indignation in his death shall end. Oh pardon him my Lord, for mercy's wings Bears round about the world the fame of Kings, Temper your wrath I beg it on my knee, Forgive his fault though you'll not pardon me, Thank her. Thanks madam. I have not true power, To wound thee with denial, oh my Grissel, How dearly should I love thee, Yea die to do thee good, but that my subjects Upbraid me with thy birth, and call it base. And grieve to see thy Father and thy Brother Heaved up to dignities. Oh cast them down, And send poor Grissel poorly home again, High Cedars fall, when low shrubs safe remain. Fetch me a cup of wine. she's a saint sure. Oh Furio now i'll boast that I have found, An Angel upon earth: she shallbe crowned The empress of all women. Lepido? Mario? what was she that passed by you?
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Poore Grissill is not proud of these attires, They are to me but as you liuerie, And from your humble seruant when you please, You may take all this outside, which indéede Is none of Grissills, her best wealth is neede, Ile cast this gaynesse of, and be content To weare this russet brauerie of my owne, For thats more warme then this, I shall looke olde, No sooner in course freeze then cloth of golde. Spite of my soule sheele triumph ouer mee. Your gloue my Lord, Cast downe my gloue againe, Stoope you for it, for I will haue you stoope, And kneele euen to the meanest groome I keepe. Tis but my duetie if youle haue me stoope, Euen to your meanest groome my Lord ile stoope. Furio how slouenly thou goest attir'd? Why so my lorde? Looke heere thy shooes are both vntide, Grissill kneele you and tye them. Pardon me. Quickely I charge you, Friend you doe me wrong, To let me holde my Lord in wrath so long, Stand still Ile kneele and tye them: what I doe Furio tis done to him and not to you. Tis so. Oh strange oh admirall patience, I feare when Grissills bones sleepe in her graue, The world a second Grissill nere will haue, Now get you in. I goe my gracious Lord. Didst thou not here her sigh, did not one frown Contract her beautious forehead. I saw none Did not one drop fal downe frō sorrowes eies, To blame my heart for these her iniuries? Faith not a drop, I feare sheele frowne on mee, For doeing mee seruice? Furio that ile trie, My voice may yet ore-take her: Grissill, Grissill? She comes at first call. Did my Lorde call? Woman I cald thee not, I said this slaue was like to Grissill, Grissill, And must you therefore come to torture mee? Nay stay here's a companion fit for you, Thou vexest me, so doth this villaine to, But ere the Sun to his highest throne ascend, My indignation in his death shall end. Oh pardone him my Lord, for mercies wings Beares round about the world the fame of Kings, Temper your wrath I beg it on my knee, Forgiue his fault though youle not pardon mée, Thanke her. Thankes Madame. I haue not true power, To wound thée with deniall, oh my Grissill, How dearely should I loue thee, Yea die to doe thee good, but that my subiects Upbraid me with thy birth, and call it base. And grieue to sée thy Father and thy Brother Heau'de vp to dignities. Oh cast them downe, And send poore Grissill poorely home againe, High Cedars fall, when lowe shrubs safe remaine. Fetch me a cup of wine. Shees a saint sure. Oh Furio now ile boast that I haue found, An Angell vpon earth: she shalbe cround The empresse of all women. Lepido? Mario? what was she that passed by you?