Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 491 words
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But what if the Duke should hear of this? ay, or your Son in Law, Fidelio knows of the sale of his mother. What and they did, I sell none but mine own: as for the Duke, he's abroad by this time, and for Fidelio he's in labour. He, in labour? What call you traveling? That's true:— but let me tell you Captain: whether the Duke hear on't, or Fidelio know on't: or both, or neither, 'twas a most filthy loathsome part. A base unnatural deed— Slave and fool:— ha, who? oh— Thou hateful villain: thou shouldst choose (to sink To keep thy baseness shrouded. Ugly wretch. Who hath laid violence upon my husband? My dear sweet Captain, help— Lady you wrong your value, Call you him dear that has sold you so cheap? I do beseech your pardon good my Lord. Rise. My abused Mother: My kind Son, Whose liking I neglected in this match. Not that alone, but you far happier fortunes. Is this the Scrivener and the farmer's Son, Fire on his Lordship he told me they Travailed. And see the sum told out to buy that jewel More precious in a Woman than her eye, her honour: Nay take it to you Lady, and judge it, Too slight a recompense, for your great wrong, but that his riddance helps it. 'Sfoot he undoes me, I am a Rogue & a Beggar, The Egyptian plague creeps over me already, I begin to be lousy. Thus happily prevented, you're set free, Or else made over to adultery. To heaven and to you my modest thanks. Monster, to sea, spit thy all horrid foam, Where it may do least harm, there's air and roeme. Thour't Dangerous in a Chamber, Virulext Venem, Unto a Lady's name, and her chaste breath If past this evenings verge, the Dukedom hold thee, Thou art reserved for abject punishment. I do beseech your good Lordship consider the state of a poor downcast Captain. Captain, off with that noble title thou becomest it vildly, I near saw the name fit worse, i'll sooner allow a Pandar a Captain than thee. More's the pity. Sue to thy Lady for pardon. I give it without suit. I do beseech your Ladyship not so much for pardon, as to bestow a few of those Crowns upon a poor unfeather Rover that will as truly pray for you, and wish you hanged, as any man breathing. I give it freely all. Nay by your favour: I will contain you Lady, here, be gone: Use slaves like slaves— wealth keeps their faults unknown. Well''m yet glad, i've liberty and these: The Land has plagued me, and i'll plague the seas. The Scene is cleared, the bane of brightness fled Who sought the death of honour, is struck dead. Come modest Lady: My most honest mother. Thy virtue shall live safe from reach of shames, That Act ends nobly, preserves ladies' fames.
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But what if the Duke ſhould heare of this? I, or your Sonne in Law, Fidelio knowes of the ſale of his mother. What and they did, I ſell none but mine owne: as for the Duke, hee's abroad by this time, and for Fidelio hee's in labour. Hee, in labour? What call you Trauelling? That's true:— but let me tell you Captain: whether the Duke heare on't, or Fidelio know on't: or both, or neither, twa's a moſte filthie loathſome part. A baſe vnnaturall deede— Slaue and foole: —ha, who? oh— Thou hatefull villaine: thou ſhouldſt chuſe (to ſincke To keepe thy baſenes ſhrouded. Ougly wretch. Who hath laid violence vpon my husband? My deare ſweet Captaine, helpe— Lady you wrong your value, Call you him deere that has ſolde you ſo cheape? I do beſeech your pardon good my Lord. Riſe. My abuſed Mother: My kinde Sonne, Whoſe liking I neglected in this match. Not that alone, but you far happyer fortunes. Is this the Scriuener and the Farmers Sonne, Fire on his Lordſhip he tolde me they Trauaild. And ſee the ſumme tolde out to buy that Iewel More pretious in a Woman then her eye, her honour: Nay take it to you Lady, and liudge it, Too ſlight a recōpence, for your great wrong, but that his riddance helpes it. S'foot he vndoes me, I am a Rogue & a Beggar, The Aegiptian plague creepes ouer me alreadie, I begin to be lowſie. Thus happily preuented, y'are ſet free, Or elſe made ouer to adulterie. To heauen and to you my modeſt thankes. Monſter, to ſea, ſpit thy al herred foame, Where it may doe leaſt harme, ther's ayre and roeme. Thour't Dangerous in a Chamber, Ʋirulext Ʋenem, Vnto a Ladies name, and her chaſt breath If paſt this euenings verge, the Dukedome hold thee, Thou art reſeru'd for abiect puniſhment. I doe beſeech your good Lordſhip conſider the ſtate of a poore downe-caſt Captaine. Captaine, off with that noble title thou becomſt it vildely, I nere ſaw the name fit worſe, ile ſooner allowe a Pandar a Captaine then thee. More's the pittie. Sue to thy Lady for pardon. I giue it without ſuite. I do beſeech your Ladiſhip not ſo much for pardon, as to beſtow a few of thoſe Crownes vpon a poore vnfethered Rouer that will as truely pray for you, and wiſh you hangd, as any man breathing. I giue it freely all. Nay by your fauour: I will containe you Lady, here▪ be gone: Vſe ſlaues like ſlaues—wealth keepes their faults vnkowne. Well 'ime yet glad, i'ue libertie and theſe: The Land has plagu'd me, and ile plague the ſeas. The Sceane is cleer'd, the bane of brightnes fled Who ſought the death of honour, is ſtrucke dead. Come modeſt Lady: My moſte honeſt mother. Thy vertue ſhall liue ſafe from reach of ſhames, That Act endes nobly, preſerues Ladies fames.