Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 497 words
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Wise Pilots? firmest pillars? how it agrees, When Princes heads sleep on their counsels knees: Deep rooted is a state, and grows up high, When Providence, Zeal, and Integrity Husband it well: These fathers 'twill be said (One day) make me a grandam of a maid. Mean time my farewell to such gaudy lures As here, were thrown up t'have me quite o'erthrown, I charge you maids, entertain no desires, So irreligious and unsanctified: Oh, they ha' snakes sleeky tongues, but hearts more rugged Than is the Russian Bear: our Fairy bowers Would turn to Arabian deserts, if such flowers, (Mortal as killing Hemlock) here should grow, Which to prevent, I'll have you vow. We vow By the white balls in bright Titaniaes' eyes, We their enchantments scorn. It does suffice: To bind it sure, Strew all your meads with charms, Which if they do no good, shall do no harm. Here comes your new sworn servant. Now Sirrah, where have you been? Where have I been? I have been in the bravest prison— What prison? a brave prison? Can there be a brave prison? All your fine men live and die there, it's the Knight's ward, and therefore mustneeds be brave: some call it an Ordinary, but I say 'tis a prison, for most of our gallants that are served every day with woodcocks there, lie there in a manner upon Execution: they dare not peep out of doors for fear of sergeants. What are those sergeants? Do not you know (mistress) what sergeants are? a number of your courtiers are dear in their acquaintance: why they are certain men-mid wives, that never bring people to bed, but when they are sore in labour, that no body else can deliver them. Are there such places in our kingdom, as Ordinaries, what is the true fashion of them, what's their order? They are out of all true fashion: they keep no order. Where about in Fairy land stand they? In your great city: and here's the picture of your ordinary. When Master Painter please we shall have it: come Sir. Your gallants drink here right worshipfully, eat most impudently, dice most swearingly, swear most damnably, quarrel most desperately, and put up most cowardly. Suppose I were a young country gentleman, and that I were to come in (like an ass) among 'em, new cast into the bonds of satin. What then? Mary then do all the gyltrapiers turn their Tobacco faces in the room upon me, and they puff, they gape on a fresh man like so many stale Oysters at a full tide: then is there no salt to throw upon them, and to make them leave gaping, but this; to cast off his cloak, having good clothes underneath, single out some in the room worse accoutred than himself, with him to walk boldly up and down strutting, laugh aloud at any thing, talk aloud of nothing, so they make a noise, it is no matter.
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Wise Pilots? firmest pillers? how it agrees, When Princes heads sleepe on their counsels knees: Deepe rooted is a state, and growes vp hie, VVhen Prouidence, Zeale, and Integritie Husband it well: Theis fathers twill be said (One day) make me a grandae of a maid. Meane time my farewell to such gaudy lures As here, were thrown vp t'haue me quite ore-thrown, I charge you maids, entertaine no desires, So irreligious and vnsanctified: Oh, they ha snakes sleeky tongues, but hearts more rugged Then i the Russian Beare: our Fairie bowres Would turne to Arabian desarts, if such flowers, (Mortall as killing Hemlocke) here should grow, Which to preuent, Ile haue you vow. We vowe By the white balles in bright Titaniaes eies, We their inchantments skorne. It does suffice: To bind it sure, Strew all your meades with charmes, Which if they doe no good, shall doe no harme. Here comes your new sworne seruant. Now Sirra, where haue you bin? Where haue I bin? I haue bin in the brauest prison— What prison? a braue prison? Can there be a braue prison? All your fine men liue and die there, it's the Knights ward, and therefore mustneeds bee braue: some call it an Ordinarie, but I say tis a prison, for most of our gallants that are serued euery day with woodcockes there, lie there in a manner vpon Execution: they dare not peepe out of doores for feare of Serieants. What are those Serieants? Doe not you know (mistresse) what Serieants are? a nūber of your courtiers are deare in their acquaintāce: why they are certaine men-mid wiues, that neuer bring people to bed, but when they are sore in labour, that no body els can deliuer them. Are there such places in our kingdome, as Ordinaries, what is the true fashion of them, whats their order? They are out of all true fashion: they keep no order. Where about in Fairie land stand they? In your great cittie: and here's the picture of your Ordinarie. When Master Painter please we shall haue it: come Sir. Your gallants drink here right worshipfully, eat most impudently, dice most swearingly, sweare most damnably, quarrell most desperatly, and put vp most cowardly. Suppose I were a young countrey gentleman, and that I were to come in (like an asse) among 'em, new cast into the bonds of sattin. What then? Mary then doe all the gyltrapiers turne their Tobacco faces in the roome vpon me, and they puffe, they gape on a fresh man like so many stale Oysters at a full tyde: then is there no salt to throw vpon them, and to make them leaue gaping, but this; to cast off his cloake, hauing good cloathes vnderneath, single out some in the roome worse accoustred then himselfe, with him to walke boldly vp and downe strutting, laugh alowd at any thing, talke alowde of nothing, so they make a noise, it is no matter.