The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 40 of 42
Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) or Children of Paul’s (second) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.75 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Nor is it now; I wooed your beauty first But as a lover: now as a dear husband, That title and your virtues bind me ever. Alas, that title is of little force To stir up men's affections: when wives want Outward excitements, husbands loves grow scant. Assist me Heaven, and Art, give me your Mask, Open thou little storehouse of great Nature, Use an elixir drawn through seven years fire, That like Medea's Cauldron, can repair The ugliest loss of living temperature: And for this princely pair of virtuous Turtles, Be lavish of thy precious influence Lady, t'atone your honourable strife, And take all let from your loves tender eyes. Let me for ever hide this stain of Beauty, With this recureful Mask; here be it fixed With painless operation; of itself, (Your beauty having brooked three days eclipse) Like a dissolved cloud it shall fall off, And your fair looks regain their freshest rays: So shall your Princely friend, (if heaven consent) In twice your suffered date renew recure, Let me then have the honour to conjoin Your hands, conformed to your constant hearts. Grave Beneuenius, honourable Doctor, On whose most sovereign Aesculapian hand, Fame with her richest miracles attends, Be fortunate, as ever heretofore, That we may quite thee both with gold and honour, And by thy happy means, have power to make My Son, and his much injured love amends, Whose well proportioned choice we now applaud, And bless all those that ever furthered it. Where is your discreet Usher my good Lord, The special furtherer of this equal match? Brought after by a couple of your Guard. Let him be fetched, that we may do him grace. I'll fetch him my Lord: away, you must not go: O here He comes; O master Usher, I am sorry for you, you must presently be chopped in pieces. Woe to that wicked Prince that ere I saw him. Come, come, I gull you master Usher, you are like to be the Duke's Minion man; d'ee think I would have been seen in your company, and you had been out of favour? Here's my friend master Usher, my Lord. Give me your hand friend, pardon us I pray, We much have wronged your worth, as one that knew the fitness of this match above ourselves. Sir, I did all thing for the best, I swear, And you must think I would not have been guled, I know what's fit sir; as I hope you know now: Sweet Vince, how far'st thou, be of honoured cheer. Vince does he call him? O Fool, dost thou call The Prince Vince, like his equal? O my Lord, alas You know not what has passed twixt us two; Here in thy bosom I will be sweet Vince, And die if thou die, I protest by heaven. I know not what this means. Nor I my Lord: But sure he saw the fitness of the match, With freer and more noble eyes than we.
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Nor is it now; I wooed your beautie first But as a louer: now as a deare husband, That title and your vertues binde me euer. Als, that title is of little force To stirre vp mens affectious: when wiues want Outward excitements, husbands loues grow skant. Assist me Heauen, and Art, giue me your Maske, Open thou little store-house of great Nature, Vse an Elixar drawne through seuen yeares fire, That like Medeas Cauldron, can repaire The vgliest losse of liuing temp'rature: And for this princely paire of vertuous Turtles, Be lauish of thy pretious influence Lady, t'attone your honourable strife, And take all let from your loues tender eyes▪ Let me for euer hide this staine of Beauty, With this recureful Maske; heere be it fix'd With painelesse operation; of it selfe, (Your beauty hauing brook'd three daies eclips) Like a dissolued clowd it shall fall off, And your faire lookes regaine their freshest raies: So shall your Princely friend, (if heauen consent) In twice your sufferd date renue recure, Let me then haue the honor to conioyne Your hands, conformed to your constant hearts. Graue Beuenius, honorable Doctor, On whose most soueraigne Aesculapian hand, Fame with her richest miracles attends, Be fortunate, as euer heeretofore, That we may qite thee both with gold and honour, And by thy happy meanes, haue powre to make My Sonne, and his much iniur'd loue amends, Whose well proportion'd choice we now applaud, And blesse all those that euer further'd it. Where is your discreete Vsher my good Lord, The speciall furtherer of this eqall match? Brought after by a couple of your Guard. Let him be fetch'd, that we may doe him grace. Ile fetch him my Lord: away, you must not go: O here He comes; O master Vsher, I am orie for you, you must presently be chopt in peeces. Wo to that wicked Prince that ere I saw him. Come, come, I gull you master Vsher, you are like to be the Dukes Minion man; dee thinke I would haue beene seene in your companie, and you had bene out of fauour? Here's my friend maister Vsher, my Lord. Giue me your hand friend, pardon vs I pray, We much haue wrong'd your worth, as one that knew the fitnesse of this match aboue our selues. Sir, I did all thing for the best, I sweare, And you must thinke I would not haue beene gul'd, I know what's fit sir; as I hope you know now: Sweete Vince, how fa'st thou, be of honourd cheere. Vince does he call him? O Foole, dost thou call The Prince Vince, like his equall? O my Lod, Ahlas You know not what haz past twixt vs two; Here in thy bosome I will e sweete Vince, And die if thou die, I protest by heauen. I know not what this meanes. Nor I my Lord: But sure he saw the fitnes of the match, With freer and more noble cies then we.