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 0.80 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Did ever two princes meet such strange changes in their loves? now we have wrought our admittance, and in a manner got 'em into our possessions, our hopes like false fires having brought us within ●en, vanish, and leave us out of all comfort. That the duke should dote upon thee for a woman, makes for our purpose, but that the duchess should be enamoured on thee for a man, is preposterous. Whether my roles shown in the rescue of the Ladies, or the ardent glances her daughter's beauty steals from mine eyes, give her thoughts encouragement, I know not, but her hopes stand confident I am a man, & for that cause am I bar from access. I way thy counterfeit cumbrances by rances by mine own, for though by the Duke's allowance I am her privileged attendant, yet such is the devillishness of Dametas, that I cannot joy so much access as to confer with her. I can compare my lord and his friend to nothing in the world so fitly as to a couple of water buckets, for whilst hope winds the one up, despair plunges the other down, whilst I like a Harlequin in an Italian comedy, stand making faces at both their follies. Well, since the shape of our proceeding grows so monstrous, let's cast our inventions in a new mould, and having so firm a foundation as this disguise to build upon, let's draw the model, and raise the whole frame of our attempts anew. Indeed, lovers should be conditioned like tyrants, who having the aim of a crown in 〈...〉 violently over all lets that intervent their course, and so must we. And so will we, my resolutions already bent, & if I shoot not, the next level I take, Love I beseech thee break thy bow about mine ears, and strike the horns in my forehead, for married men to hang their caps on. I have met a means fit for my purpose already: Mopsa Dametas' only daughter, is over shoes in love with me, & to her I'll feign extreme ardour of affection, and make her the shadow under which I'll court the true substance of my divine Hippolita. About it then, I'll sweat my invention to death but I'll overtake thee; but here comes one of my Butres. I must hear his importunity, for no reasonable denial will brush him of. Zehnane. My Liege. My thoughts come like a sail afore the wind, swollen big with news and thine ears the midwife must deliver me of this burden, my Duchess is sick, heart sick for thee Zelmane. For me, why my Lord, I am no Rosa-solis, nor Aqua mirabilis to recover sick folks. Shall I be short with thee? My lady's in love with thee. With me my Lord. With thee my Lady: her amorous glances are her accusers, her very looks write Sonnets in thy commendations, she carves thee at board, and cannot sleep for dreaming on thee in bed, she's turned sun-riser, haunts private walks, & like a disgraced Courtier, studies the Art of melancholy.
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Did euer two princes meete ſuch ſtrange changes in their loues? now we haue wrought our admittance, and in a manner got em into our poſſeſsions, ou hopes like falſe fires hauing brought vs within en, vaniſh, and leaue vs out of all comfort. That the duke ſhould doate vpon thee for a woman, makes for our purpoſe, but that the dutches ſhould be enamourd on thee for a man, is prepoſtrous. VVhether my ſhwne in the reskue of the Ladyes, or the ardent glances her daughters beauty ſteales from mine eyes, giue her thoughts incouragement, I know not, but her hopes ſtand confident I am a man, & for that cauſe am I bard from acceſſe. I way thy corances by mine owne, for tho by the Dukes allowance I am her priuiledged attendant, yet ſuch is the deuiliſhnes of Dametas, that I cannot ioy ſo much acceſſe as to confer with her. I can compare my lord and his friend to nothing in the world ſo fitly as to a couple of water buckets, for whilſt hope winds the one vp, diſpaire plunges the other downe, whilſt I like a Harlkene in an Italian comedy, ſtand making faces at both their follies. VVell, ſince the ſhape of our proceeding growes ſo monſtrous, lets caſt our inuentions in a new mold, and hauing ſo firme a foundation as this diſguiſe to build vpon, lets draw the modell, and raiſe the whole frame of our attempts anew. Indeede, louers ſhould be conditiond like tyrants, who hauing the ayme of a crowne in violently ouer all lets that intervent their courſe, and ſo muſt we. And ſo will wee, my reſolutions already bent, & if I ſhoote not, the next leuell I take, I beſeech thee breake thy bow about mine eares, and ſtrike the hornes in my forhead, for married men to hang their caps on. I haue met a meanes my purpoſe already: Mopſa Dametas onely daughter, is in loue with me, & to her Ile faine extreame ardor of affection, and make her the ſhadowe vnder which Ile court the true ſubſtance of my deuine Hippolita. About it then, Ile ſweat my inuention to death but Ile ouertake thee; but heere comes one of my . I muſt heare his importunitie, for no reaſonable deniall will bruſh him of. Zehnane. My Liedge. My thoughts come like a ſaile afore the wind, ſwolne big with newes and thine eares the midwife muſt deliuer me of this burthen, my Dutches is ſick, hart ſicke for thee Zelmane. For mee, why my Lord, I am no Roſaſolis, nor Aqua mirabilis to recouer ſicke folkes. Shall I be ſhort with thee? My Ladie's in loue with thee. With me my Lord. With thee my Lady: her amorous glances are her accuſers, her very lookes write Sonnets in thy cōmendations, ſhee carues thee at boord, and cannot ſleepe for dreaming on thee in bedde, ſhee's turnd ſunne-riſer, haunts priuate walkes, & like a diſgraſt Courtier, ſtudies the Art of melancholy.