Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 454 words
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Give me the colour (my most honoured Father) And trust my cunning then to lay it on. 'tis this, good son; Lord Barrisor (whom you slew) Did love her dearly, and with all fit means Hath urged his acceptation, of all which She keeps one letter written in his blood: You must say thus then, That you heard from me How much herself was touched in conscience With a Report (which is in truth dispersed) That your main quarrel grew about her love, Lord Barrisor, imagining your Courtship Of the great Guise's Duchess in the Presence, Was by you made to his elected mistress: And so made me your mean now to resolve her, Choosing (by my direction) this night's depth, For the more clear avoiding of all note, Of your presumed presence, and with this (To clear her hands of such a lovers blood) She will so kindly thank and entertain you, (methinks I see how) ay, and ten to one, Show you the confirmation in his blood, Lest you should think report and she did feign, That you shall so have circumstantial means, To come to the direct, which must be used: For the direct is crooked; Love comes flying; The height of love is still won with denying. Thanks honoured Father. She must never know That you know any thing of any love Sustained on her part: For learn this of me; In any thing a woman does alone, If she dissemble, she thinks 'tis not done; If not dissemble, nor a little chide, Give her her wish, she is not satisfied; To have a man think that she never seeks, Does her more good than to have all she likes: This frailty sticks in them beyond their sex; Which to reform, reason is too perplex: Urge reason to them, it will do no good; Humour (that is the chariot of our food In everybody) must in them be fed, To carry their affections by it bred. Stand close. Alas, I fear my strangeness will retire him: If he go back, I die; I must prevent it, And cheer his onset with my sight at least, And that's the most; though every step he takes Goes to my heart, I'll rather die than seem Not to be strange to that I most esteem. Madam. Ah. You will pardon me, I hope, That, so beyond your expectation, (And at a time for visitants so unfit) I (with my noble friend here) visit you: You know that my access at any time Hath ever been admitted; and that friend That my care will presume to bring with me, Shall have all circumstance of worth in him, To merit as free welcome as myself.
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Giue me the colour (my most honour'd Father) And trust my cunning then to lay it on. Tis this, good sonne; Lord Barrisor (whom you slew) Did loue her dearely, and with all fit meanes Hath vrg'd his acceptation, of all which She keepes one letter written in his blood: You must say thus then, That you heard from mee How much her selfe was toucht in conscience With a Report (which is in truth disperst) That your maine quarrell grew about her loue, Lord Barrisor, imagining your Courtship Of the great Guises Duchesse in the Presence, Was by you made to his elected mistresse: And so made me your meane now to resolue her, Chosing (by my direction) this nights depth, For the more cleere auoiding of all note, Of your presumed presence, and with this (To cleere her hands of such a louers blood) She will so kindely thanke and entertaine you, (Me thinkes I see how) I, and ten to one, Shew you the confirmation in his blood, Lest you should thinke report and she did faine, That you shall so haue circumstantiall meanes, To come to the direct, which must be vsed: For the direct is crooked; Loue comes flying; The height of loue is still wonne with denying. Thankes honoured Father. She must neuer know That you know any thing of any loue Sustain'd on her part: For learne this of mee; In any thing a woman does alone, If she dissemble, she thinkes tis not done; If not dissemble, nor a little chide, Giue her her wish, she is not satisfi'd; To haue a man thinke that she neuer seekes, Does her more good than to haue all she likes: This frailtie sticks in them beyond their sex; Which to reforme, reason is too perplex: Vrge reason to them, it will doe no good; Humour (that is the charriot of our foode In euerie bodie) must in them be fed, To carrie their affections by it bred. Stand close. Alas, I feare my strangenesse will retire him: If he goe backe, I die; I must preuent it, And cheare his onset with my sight at least, And thats the most; though euerie step he takes Goes to my heart, Ile rather die than seeme Not to be strange to that I most esteeme. Madam. Ah. You will pardon me, I hope, That, so beyond your expectation, (And at a time for visitants so vnfit) I (with my noble friend heere) visit you: You know that my accesse at any time Hath euer beene admitted; and that friend That my care will presume to bring with mee, Shall haue all circumstance of worth in him, To merit as free welcome as my selfe.