Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 491 words
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That I will. O think upon the pleasure of the Palace, Secured ease and state; the stirring meats, Ready to move out of the dishes, that e'en now quicken when their eaten, Banquets abroad by Torchlight, musics, sports, Bareheaded vassals, that had near the fortune To keep on their own Hats, but let horns were 'em, Nine Coaches waiting— hurry, hurry, I to the Devil. I to the Devil, toth' Duke by my faith. I to the Duke: daughter you'd scorn to think ath' Devil and you were there once. True, for most there are as proud as he for his heart i'faith Who'd sit at home in a neglected room, Dealing her short-lived beauty to the pictures, That are as useless as old men, when those Poorer in face and fortune then herself, Walk with a hundred Acres on their backs, Fair Meadows cut into Green foreparts— oh It was the greatest blessing ever happened to women; When farmer's sons agreed, and met again, To wash their hands, and come up Gentlemen; The commonwealth has flourished ever since, Lands that were meat by the Rod, that labours spared, Tailors ride down, and measure 'em by the yard; Fair trees, those comely foretops of the Field, Are cut to maintain head-tires— much untold, All thrives but Chastity, she lies a cold, nay shall I come nearer to you, mark but this: Why are there so few honest women, but because 'tis the poorer profession, that's accounted best, that's best followed, lest in trade, lest in fashion, and that's not honesty believe it, and do but note the love and dejected price of it: Lose but a Pearl, we search and cannot brook it. But that once gone, who is so mad to look it. Troth he says true. False, I defy you both: I have endured you with an ear of fire, Your Tongues have struck hot irons on my face; Mother, come from that poisonous woman there. Where? Do you not see her, she's too inward then: Slave perish in thy office: you heavens please, Henceforth to make the Mother a disease, Which first begins with me, yet I've outgone you. O Angels clap your wings upon the skies, And give this Virgin Crystal plaudities? Peevish, coy, foolish, but return this answer, My Lord shall be most welcome, when his pleasure Conducts him this way, I will sway mine own, Women with women can work best alone. Indeed I'll tell him so; O more uncivil, more unnatural, Than those base-titled creatures that look downward, Why does not heaven turn black, or with a frown Undo the world— why does not earth start up, And strike the sins that tread upon't— oh; Wert not for gold and women; there would be no damnation, Hell would look like a lord's Great Kitchen without fire in't; But 'twas decreed before the world began, That they should be the hooks to catch, at man.
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That I will. O thinke vpon the pleasure of the Pallace, Secured ease and state; the stirring meates, Ready to moue out of the dishes, that e'en now quicken when their eaten, Banquets abroad by Torch-light, Musicks, sports, Bare-headed vassailes, that had nere the fortune To keepe on their owne Hats, but let hornes were em, Nine Coaches waiting—hurry, hurry, hurry. I to the Diuill. I to the Diuill, toth' Duke by my faith. I to the Duke: daughter youde scorne to thinke ath' Diuill and you were there once. True, for most there are as proud as he for his heart ifaith Who'de sit at home in a neglected roome, Dealing her short-liu'de beauty to the pictures, That are as vse-lesse as old men, when those Poorer in face and fortune then her-selfe, Walke with a hundred Acres on their backs, Faire Medowes cut into Greene fore-parts—oh It was the greatest blessing euer happened to women; When Farmers sonnes agreed, and met agen, To wash their hands, and come vp Gentlemen; The common-wealth has flourisht euer since, Lands that were meat by the Rod, that labors spar'd, Taylors ride downe, and measure em by the yeard; Faire trees, those comely fore-tops of the Field, Are cut to maintaine head-tires—much vntold, All thriues but Chastity, she lyes a cold, nay shall I come neerer to you, marke but this: Why are there so few honest women, but because 'tis the poorer profession, that's accounted best, thats best followed, least in trade, least in fashion, and thats not honesty beleeue it, and doe but note the loue and deiected price of it: Loose but a Pearle, we search and cannot brooke it. But that once gone, who is so mad to looke it. Troth he sayes true. False, I defie you both: I haue endur'd you with an eare of fire, Your Tongues haue struck hotte yrons on my face; Mother, come from that poysonous woman there. Where? Do you not see her, shee's too inward then: Slaue perish in thy office: you heauens please, Hence-forth to make the Mother a disease, Which first begins with me, yet I'ue out-gon you. O Angels clap your wings vpon the skyes, And giue this Virgin Christall plaudities? Peeuish, coy, foolish, but returne this answer, My Lord shall be most welcome, when his pleasure Conducts him this way, I will sway mine owne, Women with women can worke best alone. Indeed Ile tell him so; O more vnciuill, more vnnaturall, Then those base-titled creatures that looke downe-ward, Why do's not heauen tnrne black, or with a frowne Vndoo the world—why do's not earth start vp, And strike the sinnes that tread vppon't—oh; Wert not for gold and women; there would be no damnation, Hell would looke like a Lords Great Kitchin without fire in't; But 'twas decreed before the world began, That they should be the hookes to catch, at man.