Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 482 words
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Did he so giv't me, I'll giv't him, I'll regive his token with so sharp advantage Nay my worthy Father, read but these cunning letters Letters? where, prove you but justly loving & conceit me Till justice leave the Gods, I'll never leave thee. For though the Duke seem wise, he'll find this strain, Where two hearts yield consent, all thwart's vain, And darest thou then aver this wicked write, O world of wenching wiles, where is thy wit? But other talk for us were far more fit, For see here comes the prince Tiberio. Daughter upon thy obedience instantly take thy chamber Dear father in all duty, let me beseech your leave, that I may but— Go to, go to, you are a simple fool, a very simple animal Yet let me, (the loyal servant of simplicity.) What would you do? what are you wiser than your father, will you direct me? heavens forbid such insolence, yet let me denounce my hearty hatred. To what end? though't be but in the PRINCE's ear, (since fit's not maiden's blush to rail aloud. Go to, go to. Let me but check his heat. Well, well. And take him down dear father, from his full pride of hopes. So, so, I say once more go in. I will not lose the glory of reproof; Is this th'office of Ambassadors my Lord Tiberio? Nay duty of a son, nay pity of a man. (A figure called in art Gradatio. With some learned Climax) to court a royal Lady, For's master, father, or perchance his friend, And yet intend the purchase of his beauty, To his own use. Your grace doth much amaze me. ay, feign, dissemble, 'las we are now grown old, weak sighted, alas any one fools us. I deeply vow my Lord. Peace, be not damned, have pity on your soul, I confess sweet Prince for you to love my daughter, Young and witty, of equal mixture both of mind and body, Is neither wondrous nor unnatural, Yet to forswear and vow against ones heart, Is full of base, ignoble cowardice, Since t's most plain, such speeches, do contemn Heaven, and fear men (that's sentious now) My gracious Lord if I unknowingly have erred, Unknowingly, can you blush my Lord: Unknowingly, why can you write these lines? Present this scarf, unknowingly my Lord, To my dear daughter? umh, unknowingly? Can you urge your suit, prefer your gentlest love, In your own right, to her too easy breast: That God knows takes too much compassion on ye, (And so she prayed me say) unknowingly my Lord? If you can act these things unknowingly, Know we can know your actions so unknown, For we are old? I will not say in wit, (For even just worth must not approve itself) But take your scarf, for she vows she'll not wear it. Nay but my Lord—
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Did he so giu't me, Ile giu't him, Ile regiue his token with so sharpe aduantage▪ Nay my worthy Father, read but these cunning letters Letters? where, proue you but iustly louing & cōceiu me Till justice leaue the Gods, Ile neuer leaue thee. For tho the Duke seeme wise, heele find this straine, Where two heartes yeeld consent, all thwartings vaine, And darst thou then auerre this wicked write, O world of wenching wiles, where is thy wit? But other talke for vs were farre more fit, For see heere comes the prince Tiberio. Daughter vpon thy obediēce instantly take thy chāber Deare father in all dutie, let me beseech your leaue, that I may but— Go to, go to, you are a simple foole, a very simple animal Yet let me, (the loiall seruant of simplicitie.) What would you do? what are you wiser then your father, will you direct me? Heauens forbid such insolence, yet let me denounce my harty hatred. To what end? Tho't be but in the Princes eare, (since fit's not maidēs blush to raile aloude. Go to, go to. Let mee but check his heate. Well, well. And take him downe deare father, from his full pride of hopes. So, so, I say once more go in. I will not loose the glory of reproofe; Is this th'office of Embassadors my Lord Tyberio? Nay duty of a sonne, nay pittie of a man. (A figure cal'd in art Gradatio. VVith some learned Climax) to court a royall Lady, For's maister, father, or perchance his friend, And yet intend the purchase of his beuty, To his own vse. Your grace doth much amaze mee. I, faine, dissembe, Las we are now growne old, weake sighted, alas any one fooles vs. I deepely vow my Lord. Peace, bee not damnde, haue pitty on your soule, I confesse sweet Prince for you to loue my daughter, Young and wittie, of equall mixture both of minde and body, Is neither wondrous nor vnnaturall, Yet to forsweare and vow against ones heart, Is full of base, ignoble cowardise, Since ti's most plaine, such speeches, do contemne Heauen, and feare men (that's sentious now) My gratious Lord if I vnknowingly haue er'de, Vnknowingly, can you blush my Lord: Vnknowingly, why can you write these lines? Present this scarffe, vnknowingly my Lord, To my deare daughter? vm, vnknowingly? Can you vrge your suite, preferre your gentlest loue, In your owne right, to her too easy breast: That God knowes takes too much compassion on yee, (And so shee praide me say) vnknowingly my Lord? If you can act these thinges vnknowingly, Know wee can know your actions so vnknowen, For wee are old? I will not say in witte, (For euen iust worth must not approue it selfe) But take your skarfe, for she vowes sheele not weare it. Nay but my Lord—