Marston, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.76 · 486 words
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Mal vole. Elder of Israel, thou honest defect of wicked nature and obstinate ignorance, when did thy wife let thee lie with her? I am going Ambassador to Florence. Ambassador, now for thy country's honour, prithee do not put up Mutton and Porridge i'thy clock bag: thy young lady wife goes to Florence with thee too does she not? No, I leave her at the Palace. At the Palace? now discretion shield man, for God's love let's ha' no more cuckolds, Hymen begins to put of his Saffron rob, keep thy wife i'the state of grace, heart a truth, I would sooner leave my lady singled in a Bordello, then in the Genoa palace, sin there appearing in her sluttish shape Would soon grow loath some, even to blushes sense, Surfeit would cloak intemperate appetite, Make the soul scent the rotten breath of lust. When in an Italian lascivious Palace, a Lady guardianless. Left to the push of all allurement, The strongest incitements to immodesty, To have her bound, incensed with wanton sweets, Her veins filled high with heating delicates, Soft rest, sweet Music, amorous Masquerers, lascivious banquets, sin itself gilt over, strong fantasy tricking up strange delights, presenting it dressed pleasingly to sense, sense leading it unto the soul, confirmed with potent example, impudent custom enticed by that great bawd opportunity, thus being prepared, clap to her easy ear, youth in good clothes, well shaped, rich, fair spoken, promising noble, ardent blood-full, witty, flattering, Ulysses absent, O Ithaca can chastest Penelope hold out. Mass i'll think on't farewell. Farewell, take thy wife with thee, farewell, To Florence, umh? it may prove good, it may, And we may once unmask our brows. My honoured Lord. Celso peace, how is't? speak lo, pale fears suspect that hedges, walls & trees have ears, speak how runs all? i'faith my Lord, that beast with many heads, The staggering multitude recoils apace, Though thorough great men's envy, most men's malice, Their much intemperate heat hath banished you. Yet now they feigned envy and malice near, Produce faint reformation. The Duke, the too soft Duke lies as a block, For which two tugging factions seem to saw, But still the Iron through the ribs they draw. I tell thee Celzo, I have ever found Thy breast most far from shifting cowardice And fearful baseness: therefore i'll tell thee Celzo, I find the wind begins to come about, I'll shift my suit of fortune, I know the Florentine whose only force, By marrying his proud daughter to this Prince, Both banished me, and made this weak Lord Duke, Will now forsake them all, be sure he will: I'll lie in ambush for conveniency, Upon their severance to confirm myself. Is Ferneze interred? Of that at leisure: he lives. But how stands Mendoza, how is't with him? Faith like a pair of Snuffers, snibs filth in other men, and retains it in himself.
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Mal uole. Elder of Izrael, thou honest defect of wicked nature and obstinate ignorance, when did thy wife let thee lie with her? I am going Embassadour to Florence. Embassador, now for thy countries honor, preethe doe not put vp Mutton and Porredge i'thy clock bag: thy yong lady wife goes to Florence with thee too do's she not? No, I leaue her at the Pallace. At the Pallace? now discretion shield man, for Gods loue lets ha no more cuckolds, Hymen begins to put of his Saffron robe, keepe thy wife i'the state of grace, hart a truth, I would sooner leaue my lady singled in a Bordello, then in the Genoa pallace, sinne there appearing in her sluttish shape Would soone grow loath some, euen to blushes sence, Surfet would cloake intemperare appetite, Make the soule sent the rotten breath of lust. When in an Italian lasciuious Pallace, a Lady gardianlesse. Left to the push of all allurement, The strongest incitements to immodestie, To haue her bound, incensed with wanton sweetes, Her vaines fild hie with heating delicates, Soft rest, sweete Musick, amorous Masquerers, lasciuious banquets, sinne it selfe gilt ore, strong phantasie tricking vp strange delights, presenting it dressed pleasingly to sence, sence leading it vnto the soule, confirmed with potent example, impudent custome intic'd by that great bawd opportunitie, thus being prepar'd, clap to her easie eare, youth in good clothes, well shapt, rich, faire spoken, promising noble, ardent bloud-full, wittie, flattering, Vlisses absent, O Ith can chastest Penelope hold out. Masse ile thinke on't farewell. Farewell, take thy wife with the, farewell, To Florence, um? it may prooue good, it may, And we may once vnmaske our browes. My honour'd Lord. Celso peace, how ist? speake loe, pale feares suspect that hedges, walls & trees haue eares, speake how runs all? I faith my Lord, that beast with many heads, The staggering multitude recoiles apace, Though thorow great mens enuie, most mens mallice, Their much intemperate heate hath banisht you. Yet now they faind enuie and mallice neere, Produce faint reformation. The Duke, the too soft Duke lies as a block, For which two tugging factions seeme to sawe, But still the Yron through the ribbes they drawe. I tell thee Celzo, I haue euer found Thy brest most farre from shifting cowardize And fearfull basenesse: therfore ile tell thee Celzo, I finde the winde begins to come abou, Ile shift my sute of fortune, I know the Florentine whose only force, By marying his prowd daughter to this Prince, Both banisht me, and made this weake Lord Duke, Will now forsake them all, besure he will: Ile lye in ambush for conueniencie, Vpon their seuerance to confirme my selfe. Is Ferneze interred? Of that at leisure: he liues. But how stands Mendoza, how ist with him? Faith like a paire of Snuffers, sibbes filth in other men, and retaines it in himselfe.