Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 474 words
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Oh ay, oh I, but my hopes faint yet, by the vow of my heart you are my most only elected and— there's a ship of fools going out, shall I prefer thee Nymphodoro, thou mayst be masters mate, my father hath made Dondilo Captain, else thou shouldst have his place. By Ioue Fawn, she speaks as sharply and looks as sourly, as if she had been new squeezed out of a crab orange How term you that Lady, with whom she holds discourse? O Fawn 'tis a Lady even above ambition, and like the vertical sun, that neither forceth others to cast shadows, nor can others force or shade her, her style is Dona Philocalia. Philocalia, what that renowned Lady whose ample report hath struck wonder into remotest strangers? and yet her worth above that wonder, she whose noble industries hath made her breast rich in true glories, and undying abilities, she that whilst other ladies spend the life of earth, Time, in reading their glass, their jewels, and (the shame of Poesy) lustful sonnets gives her soul meditations, those meditations wings, that cleave the Air, fan bright celestial fires, whose true reflections makes her see herself and them: She whose pity is ever above her envy, loving nothing less than insolent prosperity, and pitying nothing more than virtue destitute of fortune. There were a Lady for Ferrara's Duke, one of great blood, firm age, undoubted honour, above her sex, most modestly artful, though naturally modest, too excellent, to be left unmatched, though few worthy to much with her. I cannot tell my thoughts grow busy, The Princes would be private, void the presence. May I rest sure thou wilt conceal a secret? Yes Nadam. How may I rest truly assured? Truly thus, Do not tell it me. Why, canst thou not conceal a secret? Yes, as long as it is a secret. but when tow know it. how can it be a secret? and indeed with what justice can you expect secrecy in me that cannot be private to yourself? Faith Philocalia, I must of force trust thy silence, for my breast breaks, if I confer not my thoughts upon thee. You may trust my silence, I can command that, but if I chance to he questioned I must speak truth, I can conceal but not deny my knowledge, that must command me. Fie on these Philosophical discoursing women, prithee confer with me like a creature made of flesh and blood, and tell me, if it be not a scandal to the soul of all being proportion, that I a female of 15. of a lightsome and civil discretion, healthy, lusty, vigorous, full and idle, should for ever be shackled to the crampy shins of a wayward, dull, sour, austere, rough, rheumy, threescore and four. Nay, threescore and ten at the least,
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Oh I, oh I, but my hopes faint yet, by the vow of my heart you are my most onely elected and— Ther's a shippe of fooles going out, shall I prefer thee Nymphodoro, thou maist be maisters mate, my father hath made Dondilo Captain, els thou should'st haue his place. By Ioue Fawne, she speakes as sharply and lookes as sowerly, as if she had beene new squeased out of a crab orenge How tearme you that Ladie, with whom shee houldes discourse? O Fawne t'is a Ladie euen aboue ambition, and like the verticall sunne, that neither forceth others to cast shadowes, nor can others force or shade her, her stile is Dona Philocalia. Philocalia, what that renowned Ladie whose ample report hath stroke wonder into remotest strangers? and yet her worth aboue that wonder, she whose noble industries hath made her breast rich in true glories, and vndying habilities, she that whil'st other ladies spend the life of earth, Time, in reading their glasse, their Iewels, and (the shame of Poesie) lustfull sonets giues her soule meditations, those meditations winges, that cleaue the Aier, fan bright celestiall fiers, whose true reflections makes her see her selfe and them: Shee whose pittie is euer aboue her enuie, louing nothing lesse then insolent prosperity, and pitittying nothing more then vertue destitute of fortune. There were a Ladie for Ferraraes Duke, one of greate bloud, firme age, vndoubted honour, aboue her sexe, most modestly artfull, tho naturally modest, too excellent, to be left vnmatcht, tho few worthy to mutch with her. I cannot tell my thoughtes grow busie, The Princes would be priuate, void the presence. May I rest sure thou wilt conceale a secret? Yes Nadam. How may I rest truely assur'de? Truely thus, Doe not tell it me. Why, canst thou not conceale a secret? Yes, as long as it is a secret. but when tow know it. how can it be a secret? and indeede with what iustice can you expect secresie in me that cannot bee priuate to your selfe? Faith Philocalia, I must of force trust thy silence, for my breast breakes, if I conferre not my thoughts vpon thee. You may trust my silence, I can commaund that, but if I chance to he questioned I must speake truth, I can conceale but not denie my knowledge, that must commaund me. Fie on these Philosophicall discoursing womē, prethee conferre with me like a creature made of flesh and blood, and tell me, if it be not a scandall to the soule of all being proportion, that I a female of 15. of a lightsome and ciuill discretion, healthie, lustie, vigorus, full and idle, should for euer be shackled to the crampie shinnes of a waywarde, dull, sower, austere, rough, rhewmy, threescore and foure. Nay, threescore and ten at the least,