Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.86 · 499 words
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Now doth my Master long more to finger that gold, than a young girl married to an old man, doth to run her husband? ashore at Cuckold's haven. Well, I could do for this fatherless youth. As many Executors and Overseers have done, cheat him of his portion, and then turn him out of doors a-begging. But for I have the guardian ship of the Prince, I dare do nothing without the consent of the Duke. Come come sir, your worship shall not refuse him. Well then I woe not, but 'tis for your sake I assure you. Meaning the gold. What shall I call thy name? Dorus an't like your worship. Ah, good Dorus, be an honest youth Dorus, reverence your Master, and love yourself: be sure to get under me, and you shall lose nothing in my service. Madam, the Duke and Duchess expect you at the hunt, & await your coming at Diana's oak. I'll attend them presently, be a good servant Dorus. 'twill be his own another day Madam. In the mean time let it be yours to lead the way. My service doth attend you, As the Pursuivant doth the prisoner for a double fee. Welcome slave to a slave, a fair presage, The hope of love sweetens loves vassalage. Now & Dametas be the mettle he was stamped for, a right villain. And he be not, hang him. Nay he deserves hanging to if he be: but will you trust him? Yes as far as I see him, and he that trusts him further my trust is he will be deceived. Indeed, he that will prove false to his maker, will be true to no man. Yes for the present time, like a bawd to him that gives most. That's not for love. Yes of the money: he that looks for other love in this age. This is the place his Letter speaks of, and here he comes himself. Why so lo: now is the web of my hopes upon the loom of perfection, and in this quench of lashes Aminter and Iulio. See and see not, all mum, you know your que, The games your own, if you can hunt it true. Dametas, were thine ears ever at a more musical banquet? how the hounds mouths like bells are tuned one under another like a slothfulness, the speed of the cry outran my sense of hearing. Cross over the Forest to Diana's oak my liege, & there your grace advantaged by the height of the ground, shall not only at pleasure hear, but be eye-witness of their musical contention. Thanks good Dametas, be thy directions our wives convoy. Where is his highness Dametas? At Adonis' bower Madam, where he expects your presence to see the fleshing of a couple of Spartan hounds, in the wasting blood of the spent dear. Thanks good Dametas, mine eyes would not be good friends with my feet, should they not bring 'em to that kingly sport.
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Now doth my Maiſter long more to finger that gold, then a young girle married to an old man, dooth to runne her husband? aſhore at Cuckolds hauen. Well, I could doe for this fatherleſſe youth. As many Executors and Ouerſeers haue doone, cheate him of his portion, and then turne him out of doores a begging. But for I haue the gardian ſhip of the Prince, I dare doe nothing without the conſent of the Duke. Come come ſir, your worſhip ſhall not refuſe him. Well then I wo not, but tis for your ſake I aſſure you. Meaning the gold. What ſhall I call thy name? Dorus ant like your worſhip. Ah, good Dorus, be an honeſt youth Dorus, reuerence your Maiſter, and loue your ſelfe: be ſure to get vnder me, and you ſhall looſe nothing in my ſeruice. Madam, the Duke and Dutches expect you at the hunt, & await your comming at Dianaes oake. Ile attend them preſently, be a good ſeruaunt Dorus. Twill be his owne another day Madam. In the meane time let it be yours to lead the way. My ſeruice doth attend you, As the Purſeuant doth the priſoner for a double fee. Welcome ſlaue to a ſlaue, a fayre preſage, The hope of loue ſweetens loues vaſſalage. Now & Dametas be the mettle he was ſtampt for, a right villaine. And he be not, hang him. Nay he deſerues hanging to if he bee: but wil you truſt him? Yes as farre as I ſee him, and hee that truſts him further my truſt is he will be deceiud. Indeede, he that will proue falſe to his maker, wil be true to no man. Yes for the preſent time, like a bawde to him that giues moſt. Thats not for loue. Yes of the mony: he that lookes for other loue in this age. This is the place his Letter ſpeakes of, and here he comes himſelfe. Why ſo lo: now is the web of my hopes vpon the loombe of perfection, and in this quech of laſhes Aminter and Iulio. See and ſee not, all mum, you know your que, The games your owne, if you can hunt it true. Dametas, were thine eares euer at a more muſicall banquet? how the hounds mouthes like bells are tuned one vnder another like a ſlothfulnes, the ſpeed of the cry out-ran my ſence of hearing. Croſſe ouer the Forreſt to Dianas oake my liedge, & there your grace advantagde by the height of the ground, ſhall not onelie at pleaſure heare, but be eye-witnes of their muſicall contention. Thanks good Dametas, be thy directions our wiues conuoy. Where is his highnes Dametas? At Adonis bower Madam, where he expects your preſence to ſee the fleſhing of a couple of Spartane hounds, in the waſting blood of the ſpent Deare. Thankes good Dametas, mine eyes would not be good friends with my feete, ſhould they not bring em to that kingly ſport.