Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 490 words
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Speak low, the Prince both marks and listens. You shall provide a Priest (quoth he) in truth I promised & so you well may tell him, for I temporised and only held him off. Politicly, our daughter to a hair. With full intention to disclose it all, to your preventing wisdom. I let me alone for that: but when intends he this invasion? when will this squirrel climb? O Sir in that is all, when but this night? This night? This very night when the court revels had o'er waked your spirits, and made them full of sleep, then— Then, verbum sat sapienti: go take your chamber, down upon your knees, thank god your father is no foolish sot but one that can foresee and see. my Lord we discharge your presence from our Court. What means the Duke? And if tomorrow past you rest in Urbin, the privilege of an ambassador is taken from you. Good your grace some reason? What, twice admonished twice again offending? And now grown blushless; you promised to get into Her chamber, she to get a priest, Indeed she wished me tell you she confessed it, And there despite all father's jealous fears, To consummate full joys: know Sir our daughter Is our Daughter, and has wit at will To gull a thousand easy things like you: But sir depart, the parliament prepared Shall on without you, all the Court this night Shall triumph, that our daughter has escaped, Her honours blowing up; your end you see, We speak but short but full, Socratice. What should I think, what hope, what but imagine of thes Enigmas? Sure sir the Lady loves you With violent passion, and this night prepares A Priest with nuptial rights to entertain you In her most private chamber. This I know, With too much torture, since means are all unknown, To come unto these ends, where's this her chamber? Then what means shall without suspicion Convey me to her chamber? O these doubts, End in despair— Sir sir this plain tree was not planted here To get into my daughter's chamber: and so she prayed me tell you What though the main arms spread into her window? And easy labour climbs it: Sir know She has a voice to speak, and bid you welcome, With so full breast that both your ears shall hear an't, And so she prayed me tell you: ha' we no brain; Youth thinks that age, Age knows that youth is vain. Why now I have it Fawn, the way, the means, & meaning, good Duke, and 'twere not for pity, I could laugh at thee, Dulcimel I am thine most miraculously, I will now begin to sigh, read Poets, look pale, go neatly, and be most apparently in love, as for— As for you old father. Alas he and all know, this an old saw hath been, Faiths-breach for love, and kingdoms is no sin.
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Speake low, the Prince both markes and listens. You shall prouide a Priest (quoth hee) in truth I promist & so you well may tell him, for I temporized and onelie held him off. Politikely, our daughter to a haire. With full intention to disclose it all, to your preuenting wisedome. I let me alone for that: but when intends he this inuasion? when will this Squirrile clime? O Sir in that is al, when but this night? This night? This very night when the court reuels had o're wakt your spirites, and made them full of sleepe, then— Then, verbum sat sapienti: goe take your chamber, downe vpon your knees, thank god your father is no foolish sotte but one that can foresee and see. my Lord wee discharge your presence from our Court. What means the Duke? And if to morrow past you rest in Vrbin, the priuiledge of an ambassadour is taken from you. Good your grace some reason? What, twise admonisht twise again offēding? And now growne blushles; you promis'd to gette into Her chamber, she to get apriest, Indeed she wisht me tell you she cōfest it, And there despight all fathers Iealous feares, To consumate full ioyes: know Sir our daughter Is our Daughter, and has wit at will To gull a thousand easie things like you: But sir depart, the parliament prepar'd Shall on without you, all the Court this night Shall triumph, that our daughter has escapt, Her honors blowing vppe; your end you see, We speake but short but full, Socratice. What should I thinke, what hope, what but imagine of thes Enigmas? Sure sir the Lady loues you With violent passion, and this night prepares A Priest with nuptiall rightes to entertaine you In her most priuate chamber. This I know, With too much torture, since meanes are all vnknowne, To come vnto these endes, wheres this her chamber? Then what meanes shall without suspition Conuey me to her chamber? O these doubtes, End in despaire— Sir sir this plaine tree was not planted here To get into my daughters chamber: and so she praide me tell you What though the maine armes spreade into her window? And easie labour climes it: Sir know She has a voice to speake, and bid you welcome, With so full breast that both your eares shall heare ant, And so she praide me tell you: ha wee no braine; Youth thinkes that age, Age knowes that youth is vaine. Why now I haue it Fawne, the way, the meanes, & meaning, good Duke, and t'were not for pitty, I could laugh at thee, Dulcimel I am thine most miraculously, I will now beginne to sigh, reade Poets, looke pale, go neately, and be most apparantly in loue, as for— As for you old father. Alas he and all know, this an old saw hath bin, Faiths-breach for loue, and kingdoms is no sin.