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 0.77 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Now alas good Lady. Nay never pity her, she deserves none, rather let's bend our endeavours to entangle her more. To see the kindness of Fortune, who fearing we should be acquainted with solitude in this our 12 month retirement, hath begot a domestical merriment, and made our own thoughts actors in't, and as bad a Poet as I am, I'll ha' one scene in't of mine own invention. Dametas will storm at that, for he cannot endure Poetry should be countenanced: but how is't my Liege? 'tis ready plotted already, and that the Duchess may not find thee unprovided when she comes to court thee Court me, court a woman my Liege. Why that's the very happiness of the jest, but in any case confess thyself a man. A man my liege, I ha' no colour for't. Tush I'll furnish thee, say thou art some Prince, no matter who, & haste to do with this disguise of purpose to court my daughter Violetta, Is this scene of your own inventing my liege? Mine own i'faith, and to confirmed the rather, use more oft & private conference with my daughter, interchange discourse & amorous dalliance, oh 'twill set my Duchess affections afire, to think her rivaled by her daughter, and give us smooth passage to our love. How occasion plays the wanton with me. Well my liege, do but you work my admittance to your daughter, & I'll bestow all the art I am worth in courting her, and see, as if Fortune had a hand in our Comedy, she hath entered the Duchess just at her que, shadow yourself in your Ark, & leave me to give her entertainment. Forget not to personate some Prince in any case. I'll warrant you, I'll play the Prince with much art. This way he went, on this sweet violet bed Still dwells the print of his enamoured tread, The depressed flowers have strengthened their sweet By stealing amorous kisses from his feet. Absolute Poet, Penelope was a ballad-maker to her. Oh do not fly my presence, gentle wanton stay, What have I found you, faith you runaway I'll tie a chain about your waste for this, And make you buy your freedom with a kiss. Fie madam, this courtesy is more than needs. Be not so coy, let not a loving Dame Find thee less kind than senseless elements, Thou never walkst, but the enamoured air Like an officious lover bears thy train, Whilst the cool wind doth with his velvet wing Fan the thin air upon thy sweaty cheek, Stealing sweet kisses from thy silken lip. Shield this vain breath, beat at some lady's ear. But you are none, you are not, come you are not, Your valour, looks, and gesture show you are not, Your manly brow, and your commanding eye, Where war and fortune dwell in majesty, Your private walks, and varied passions, Your glances to my daughter, sure you are not, And my firm love is confident you are not.
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Now alas good Lady. Nay neuer pitty her, ſhe deſerues none, rather lets bend our indeuors to intangle her more. To ſee the kindnes of Fortune, who fearing we ſhould be acquainted with ſollitude in this our 12 month retirement, hath begot a domeſticall merriment, and made our own thoughts actors int, and as bad a Poet as I am, Ile ha one ſceane int of mine owne inuention. Dametas will ſtorme at that, for he cannot indure Poetrie ſhould be countnanſt: but how iſt my Liege? Tis ready plotted already, and that the Dutches may not find thee vnprouided when ſhe comes to court thee Court me, court a woman my Liedge. VVhy thats the very happineſſe of the ieſt, but in any caſe confeſſe thy ſelfe a man. A man my liedge, I ha no colour fort. Tuſh Ile furniſh thee, ſay thou art ſome Prince, no matter who, & haſt to do with this diſguiſe of purpoſe to court my daughter Violetta, Is this ſceane of your owne inuenting my liege? Mine owne yfaith, and to confirmt the rather, vſe more oft & priuate conference with my daughter, interchange diſcourſe & amorous dalliance, oh twill ſet my Dutches affections a flre, to thinke her riuald by her daughter, and giue vs ſmooth paſſage to our loue. How occaſion plaies the wanton with me. Well my liedge, do but you worke my admittance to your daughter, & Ile beſtow al the art I am woorth in courting her, and ſee, as if Fortune had a hand in our Comedy, ſhe hath entred the Dutches iuſt at her que, ſhadowe your ſelfe in your Arke, & leaue me to giue her entertainement. Forget not to perſonate ſome Prince in any caſe. Ile warrant you, Ile play the Prince with much art. This way he went, on this ſweet violet bed Still dwells the print of his enamourd tread, The depreſt flowers haue ſtrengthened their ſweete By ſtealing amorous kiſſes from his feete. Abſolute Poet, Penelope was a ballet-maker to her. Oh do not fli my preſence, gentle wanton ſtay, What haue I found you, faith you run-away Ile tye a chaine about your waſt for this, And make you buy your freedome with a kiſſe. Fie madam, this curteſie is more then needes▪ Be not ſo coy, let not a louing Dame Find thee leſſe kind then ſenceleſſe elements, Thou neuer walkſt, but the enamourd ayre Like an officious louer beares thy traine, Whilſt the coole wind doth with his veluet wing Fanne the thinne ayre vpon thy ſweatie cheeke, Stealing ſweet kiſſes from thy ſilken lip. Shield this vaine breath, beate at ſome ladies eare. But you are none, you are not, come you are not, Your valor, lookes, and geſture ſhew you are not, Your manly brow, and your commaunding eye, Where war and fortune dwell in maieſtie, Your priuate walkes, and varied paſsions, Your glances to my daughter, ſure you are not, And my firme loue is confident you are not.