Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 511 words
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Sweet Ladies, to save you the expense of much breath, which must be laid out in the purchase of the game. I have provided you this stand, from whence your eyes may be commanders of the sport: such sport as you little dream of. We are your loves debtors kind Dametas. As I love virtue I pity these poor beasts, These sylvan commoners, to see what tasks Our covetous Foresters impose upon them, Who not content with impost of their breath, (Poor hearts,) pursue them smiling to their death. 'twas the end of their creation Madam. So was the end of ours to live in peace, And not to tyrannize on harmless beasts, But Foresters, like Images set forth The tyranny of greatness without pity, As they the dear, so covetous wealth pursues The trembling state of their inferiors. And to clasp up the volume of their sins, They drink their blood, and clothe them with their skins, Then cease to press poor beasts with tyranny, You love your lives, think they are loath to die. You are too tender-hearted to be a good huntswoman lady. And some of you too hard-hearted, but leaving this discourse of hunting, have all our gallantry of Lacedaemon and Greece, spent the vigour of their wits, that not one dares venture. For our loves sister, you may see the properer women, the worse luck. Tush you shall have suitors, fear not madam. No at any hand sister, for with a fear it comes. Then I'll fear of purpose, because I would have 'em come. And they do not, they are notable cowards. Then let 'em keep away still, for I have vowed my maidenhead shall never do homage to the bed of a coward. Sweet Ladies, will you beguile a minute or two with this discourse, till I step up to the top of the hill, and make discovery of the game, Let your return be speedy good Dametas. I'll put on wings and fly. Out of the Court, and the whole Country shall have a good riddance. So, he hath put 'em fair to the stand, let's issue and surprise them, Be resolute and sudden. Murder, treason, rescue, help. Yes much rescue, much help, much Dametas: why so, this lest was drawn home close to the head, it cannot choose but cleave the very white of our hopes, the Duke's wit ●to thy tackle good wit, some sudden sea room, or our stratagem is run a ground. Tell me Dametas, was not the Dear a prodigal, did he not spend his breath freely amongst us? And his blood too my liege, but did you observe how the hounds like politicians nosed out the game? True: & coming to the loss Melampus, but where are our daughters? Did you observe that my liege, that Melampus as a true hound is ever hoarse cheered or hollow, yet he kept time to. Certain Dametas, but where are our daughter's man? Busy my Lord under a brake bush, disputing of the virtue of sweet water, and ground ivy.
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Sweet Ladies, to ſaue you the expence of much breath▪ which muſt be laid out in the purchaſe of the game. I haue prouided you this ſtand, from whence your eyes may be commaunders of the ſport: ſuch ſport as you little dreame of. We are your loues detters kind Dametas. As I loue vertue I pittie theſe poore beaſtes, Theſe Syluane comoners, to ſee what taskes Our couetous Forreſters impoſe vpon them, Who not content with impoſt of their breath, (Poore harts,) purſue them ſmiling to their death. Twas the end of their creation Madam. So was the end of ours to liue in peace, And not to tyranniſe on harmeleſſe beaſtes, But Forreſters, like Images ſet forth The tyrannie of greatneſſe without pittie, As they the Deare, ſo couetous wealth purſues The trembling ſtate of their inferiors. And to claſpe vp the volume of their ſinnes, They drinke theyr blood, and clothe them with their skinnes, Then ceaſe to preſſe poore beaſts with tyrannie, You loue your liues, thinke they are loth to die. You are too tender-harted to be a good huntſwoman lady. And ſome of you too hard-harted, but leauing this diſcourſe of hunting, haue all our gallantry of Lacedemon and Greece, ſpent the vigor of their wits, that not one dares venter. For our loues ſiſter, you may ſee the properer women, the worſe lucke. Tuſh you ſhall haue ſuters, feare not madam. No at any hand ſiſter, for with a feare it comes. Then Ile feare of purpoſe, becauſe I would haue em come. And they doe not, they are notable cowards. Then let em keepe away ſtill, for I haue vowed my maiden-head ſhall neuer doe homage to the bed of a coward. Sweet Ladies, will you beguile a minute or two with this diſcourſe, till I ſtep vp to the top of the hill, and make diſcouerie of the game, Let your returne be ſpeedy good Dametas. Ile put on wings and flie. Out of the Court, and the whole Country ſhall haue a good riddance. So, hee hath put em faire to the ſtand, lets iſſue and ſurpriſe them, Be reſolute and ſuddaine. Murther, treaſon, reskue, helpe. Yes much reskewe, much helpe, much Dametas: why ſo, this leſt was drawn home cloſe to the head, it cannot chuſe but cleaue the very white of our hopes, the Dukes wit to thy tackle good wit, ſome ſuddaine ſea roome, or our ſtratagem is run a ground. Tell me Dametas, was not the Deare a prodigall, did he not ſpend his breath freely amongſt vs? And his blood too my liege, but did you obſerue how the hounds like politicians noſd out the game? True: & comming to the loſſe Melampus, but where are our daughters? Did you obſerue that my liege, that Melampus as a true hound is euer horce cheerd or hollow, yet he kept time to. Certaine Dametas, but where are our daughters man? Buſie my Lord vnder a brake buſh, diſputing of the vertue of ſweet water, and ground Iuie.