Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 502 words
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I like not this, 'tis neither right nor straight done with no law-trick, nor no good conceit, but here 'a comes. With Autumn in his bosom, pray God she shake not down his leaves, and leave him to make the Duke his father a bald reckoning. Peace and observe. Though I be a stranger to you, Yet am I well acquainted with your humour. A Lady cannot live about the Court Without the envy of your Epigrams, If she be pleasant, she is counted light, If ruddy, painted, if her ruffs be thick, They ask much poking. Trust me, love hath killed That wormwood humour, bring th'authority Of one true tongue to prove my poesy, Ever wronged woman. And you'll do't again? That's a good wench. I pray who ought that pen? That in a stammering iambic vain, Glanced at Emilia's loose and gaudy train. And broke broad jests upon her narrow heel, Poked her Rebates, and surveyed her steel, tide her fringed garters, bought her words by weight Still good in law, and an upright conceit. Do you not know that man? Suppose I do? You did but flout them, and you'll flout me too You wondered not Cornelia being so fair, Would be beholding to her Laundress dress hair. I know not this. True, nor that Florymell, Became a page's habit passing well, used single Rapier, took the rouse and swore, Of all land Beasts she could not brook the Boar, Nor that Count Lurdo, coming to a fray, Brought not the worth of one poor hair away. More than his own. That jest comes near to me, 'tis overgrown now, a wants authority. Nor that Melina whom your Muse renowns Wore out as many suitors as new gowns. And the same day that she was married, Upon her finger wore her maidenhead. In likeness of a Diamond. Indeed 'twas said, That for Ring Melina sold her head. But you're all Ovid's. They are bawdy mates, Touch Lawyers too, indeed abuse all states, Poets are wanton, and no doubt enjoy, Their fair Corynna's, though perhaps less coy. Suppose some do? Each one in this agrees to scandal us. And talk of lawyer's fees. Grant me but love, & with my utmost power, I will defend your sex's stainless honour: And with my pen dipped in the juice of gall, Be his soul's terror, that hereafter shall, Cast ink at honour's garments, or aspire To name your sex with an unhallowed fire. I take your word. Then seal it with a kiss. That kiss my Lord deserves an Epigram. Sit down good Uncle. An unbidden guest Should bring a stool along. A woman's jest. You mean a lie, for women use to lie. But not like Scholars by authority. Yet they may produce lying authority, and so cannot Poets, Nor Lawyers neither. Are you a Lawyer? i'faith Madam, he hath sit on the skirts of law any time this thirty years. Then he should be a good Trencherman by his profession.
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I like not this, tis neither right nor ſtreight done with no law-trick, nor no good conceite, but here a comes. With Autumne in his boſome, pray God ſhe ſhake not downe his leaues, and leaue him to make the Duke his father a bald reckoning. Peace and obſerue. Though I be a ſtranger to you, Yet am I well acquainted with your humor. A Lady cannot liue about the Court Without the enuie of your Epigrams, If ſhe be pleaſant, ſhe is counted light, If ruddy, painted, if her ruffes be thicke, They aske much poaking. Truſt me, loue hath kild That worme-wood humor, bring th'auth oritie Of one true tongue to proue my poeſſe, Euer wrong'd woman. And you'l doo't agen? That's a good wench. I pray who ought that pen? That in a ſtammering Iambick vaine, Glanc'd at Emiliaes looſe and gaudie traine. And broke broad ieſts vpon her narrow heele, Poak't her Rebatoes, and ſuruaid her ſteele, tide her fring'd garters, bought her words by weight Still good in law, and an vpright conceit. Doe you not know that man? Suppoſe I doe? You did but flout them, and youle flout me too You wondred not Cornelia being ſo faire, Would be beholding to her Laun dreſſe haite. I know not this. True, nor that Florymell, Became a Pages habit paſſing well, Vſide ſingle Rapier, tooke the rouſe and ſwore, Of all land Beaſts ſhe could not brooke the Bore, Nor that Count Lurdo, comming to a fray, Brought not the worth of one poore haire away. More then his owne. That ieſt comes neere to me, Tis our-growne now, a wants authoritie. Nor that Melina whom your Muſe renownes Wore out as many ſuiters as new gownes. And the ſame day that ſhe was marryed, Vpon her finger wore her maiden-head. In likenes of a Dyamond. Indeede twa's ſed, That for Ring Melina ſold her head. But y'are all Ouids. They are bawdie mates, Touch Lawyers too, indeed abuſe all ſtates, Poets are wanton, and no doubt inioy, Their faire Corynnaes, though perhaps leſſe coy. Suppoſe ſome doe? Each one in this agrees to ſcandall vs. And talke of Lawyers fees. Graunt me but loue, & with my vtmoſt power, I will defend your ſexes ſtainleſſe honour: And with my pen dipt in the iuice of gall, Be his ſoules terror, that hereafter ſhall, Caſt ynke at honours garments, or aſpire To name your ſex with an vnhallowed fire. I take your word. Then ſeale it with a kiſſe. That kiſſe my Lord deſerues an Epigram▪ Sit downe good Vncle. An vnbidden gueſt Should bring a ſtoole along. A womans ieſt. You meane a lye, for women vſe to lye. But not like Schollers by authoritie. Yet they may produce lying authoritie, and ſo cannot Poets, Nor Lawyers neither. Are you a Lawyer? Ifaith Madam, he hath ſit on the skirts of law any time this thirtie yeares. Then he ſhould bee a good Trencher-man by his profeſſion.