Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 482 words
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Go make a Widower, hang thyself, How comes it that you are so opposite To love and kindness? I deserve more Respect, But that you please to be forgetful of it. For love to you, did I neglect my state, Chide better fortunes from me, Gave the world talk, laid all my friends at waste. The more fool you, could you like none but me? Could none but I supply you? I am sure you were sued to, by far worthier men, Deeper in wealth and Gentry. What couldst thou see in me, to make thee dote so on me, If I know, I am a Villain: what a torment's this? why didst thou marry me? you think as most of your insatiate widows, that Captains can do wonders, when 'las the name does often prove the better man. That which you urge, should rather give me cause to repent then yourself. Then to that end I do't. What a miserable state am I led into? How now sir? Count Proditer is now alighted. What, my Lord: I must make much of him, he'll one day write me Cuckold: 'tis good to make much of such a man, e'en to my face, he plies it hard I thank him:— what, my worthy Lord! I'll come to you in order Captain. Oh that's in order: a kiss is the gamut to pricksong. Let me salute you Captain. My dear esteemed Count, I have a life for you: Hear you the news? What may it be my Lord? My Lord, the Duke's Son is upon his travail to several Kingdoms. May it be possible my Lord, and yet so little rumoured? take't of my Truth, nay, 'twas well managed, things are as they are handled: but all my care is still, pray heaven he return safe, without danger Captain. Why, is there any doubt to be had of that my Lord? I by my faith Captain. Princes have private enemies, and great: Put case a man should grudge him, for his Virtues: Or envy him, for his wisdom: why you know This makes him lie bare breasted to his foe. That's full of certainty my Lord, but who be his Attendants? Thence Captain comes the fear, but singly attended neither (my best gladness) only by your Son in Law Fidelio. Is it to be believed? I promise you my Lord than I begin to fear him myself, that fellow will undo him: I durst undertake to corrupt him with twelve pence over and above, and that's a small matter: has a whorish Conscience, he's an inseparable Knave, and I could near speak well of that fellow. All we of the younger house, I can tell you do doubt him much,— the Ladies removed, shall we have your sweet society Captain? Though it be in mine own house, I desire I may follow your Lordship.
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Goe make a Widdower, hang thy ſelfe, How comes it that you are ſo oppoſite To loue and kindenes? I deſerue more Reſpect, But that you pleaſe to be forgetfull of it. For loue to you, did I neglect my ſtate, Chide better fortunes from me, Gaue the world talke, laide all my friendes at waſte. The more foole you, could you like none but me? Could none but I ſupplye you? I am ſure you were ſued to▪ by far worthyer men, Deeper in wealth and Gentrie. What couldſt thou ſee in me, to make thee doate ſo on me, If I knowe, I am a Villaine: what a torments this? why didſt thou marry me? you thinke as moſt of your inſatiate Widdowes, that Captaines can doe wonders, when 'laſſe the name do's often proue the better man. That which you vrge, ſhould rather giue me cauſe to repent then your ſelfe. Then to that end I doo't. What a miſerable ſtate am I led into? How now ſir? Count Proditer is now alighted. What, my Lord: I muſt make much of him, heele one day write me Cuckold: tis good to make much of ſuch a man, ee'n to my face, hee plyes it hard I thanke him:— what, my worthy Lord! Ile come to you in order Captaine. Oh thats in order: a kiſſe is the Gammoth to prickſong. Let me ſalute you Captaine. My deere eſteemed Count, I haue a life for you: Heare you the newes? What may it be my Lord? My Lord, the Dukes Sonne is vpon his trauaile to ſeuerall Kingdomes. May it bee poſſible my Lord, and yet ſo little rumord? Tak't of my Truth, nay, twa's well manag'd, thinges are as they are handled: but all my care is ſtill, pray heauen hee returne ſafe, without danger Captaine. Why, is there any doubt to bee had of that my Lord? I by my faith Captaine. Princes haue priuate enemies, and great: Put caſe a man ſhould grudge him, for his Vertues: Or enuie him, for his wiſdome: why you know This makes him lye bare breſted to his foe. That's ful of certaintie my Lord, but who be his Attendants? Thence Captaine comes the feare, but ſinglie attended neither (my beſt gladnes) only by your Sonne in Law Fidelio. Is it to be beleeu'd? I promiſe you my Lord then I beginne to feare him my ſelfe, that fellow will vndoe him: I durſt vndertake to corrupt him with twelue pence ouer and aboue, and thats a ſmall matter: ha's a whoriſh Conſcience, hee's an inſeperable Knaue, and I could neere ſpeake well of that fellow. All wee of the younger houſe, I can tell you do doubt him much,—the Ladyes remoou'd, ſhall we haue your ſweete ſoſcietie Captaine? Though it bee in mine owne houſe, I deſire I may follow your Lordſhip.