Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 475 words
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O would a were, then should not Genoa's Crown, For want of strong supportance be priest down. I not enough, that like a harmeles Prince Spending my hours in Contemplation, I let you hold the rains of government. Unfit for me, my father hath a deep And searching judgement that can brush and sweep such idle brained and antic Parasites, Forth of his presence, pray your absence, I can but smile to sue how Protheus like, They turn the shape of their discourse & project, Thinking to lead me in an idle maze, after their folly, well, I'll temporize, and note the issue, come my Lords let's in, His humour's grounded, and like subtle fire: The more suppressed, it mounts so much the hire. Why so, this jest came smoothly of and was not soiled in the working That boy is worth his weight in pearl, dist mark what a tale of a Cock and a Bull, he told my father whilst I made thee and the rest away, by a bill of Conveyance at his back? And I did simple Knights service in persuading the Duke the boy was lunatic. 'twas admirable, doth not this jest deserve to be chronicled? No by my troth, yet I must needs say, some as bad have been, for howsoever our practice pass currant with your father for the present, our villainies must needs break forth, they are so notorious and public. No matter let 'em, have not we brains? brains and they be well minced are sauce for any meat, let mine uncle turn Turxe and break forth, let the whole town turn cuckold and blow their horns in our disgrace, I have brains, let the Sun and the seven Stars be opposed, I have brains for that too my present wit shall give 'em all the lie in their throats, and may maintain it at pocket, dagger, and pistol when I have done. A mourner boy? what solemn funeral, Hath hung that sable livery on thy back? Her death my Lord that hath cut out the like, For both your honours, the Countess is deceased. Then will my uncle be a heavy mourner. But how the manner of her death? I'll tell your honour that hereafter and give you the ground of an admirable jest. And we play not true moles and work it out of the ground, let me die of the green-sickness. The ground then comes? No I'll tell you that in private, the life of a jest thrives in the first revealing, it concerns the manner of your aunt's death and a law-trick of your uncle. Come to the solemn rites, and weep at least those being ended we'll receive i' jest. Solemn Music to a funeral song the Hearse borne over the stage, Duke Lurdo, Polymetes, Angelo, Iulio, Horatio and mourners etc.
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O would a were, then ſhould not Genoaes Crowne, For want of ſtrong ſupportance be preſt downe. I not enough, that like a harmeles Prince Spending my houes in Contemplation, I let you holde the raines of gouerment. Vnfit for me, my father hath a deepe And ſearching iudgement that can bruſh and ſweepe ſuch idle brayn'd and antique Paraſites, Forth of his preſence, pray your abſence, I can but ſmile to ſue how Protheus like, They turne the ſhape of their diſcourſe & proiect, Thinking to leade me in an idle maze, after their folly, well, Ile temporize, and note the iſſue, come my Lords let's in, His humour's grounded, and like ſubtle fier: The more ſuppreſt, it mounts ſo much the hier. Why ſo, this ieſt came ſmoothly of and was not ſoild in the working That boy is worth his waight in pearle, diſt marke what a tale of a Cock and a Bull, he tolde my father whilſt I made thee and the reſt away, by a bill of Conuey anee at his back? And I did ſimple Knights ſeruire in perſwading the Duke the boy was lunatique. twas admirable, doth not this ieſt deſerue to be chronicled? No by my troth, yet I muſt needs ſay, ſome as bad haue bin, for how ſoeuer our practiſe paſſe currant with your father for the preſent, our villanyes muſt needs break▪ forth, they are ſo notorious and publique. No matter let▪am, haue not we brayns? brayns and they be well mincde are ſauce for any meate, let mine vncle turne Turxe and break forth, let the whole towne turne cuckold and blow their hornes in our diſgrace, I haue brains, let the Sunne and the ſeauen Stars be oppoſ'd, I haue brayns for that too my preſent wit ſhall giue▪am all the lye in their throates, and may ntayne it at pocket, dagger, and piſtoll when I haue done. A mourner boy? what ſolemne funerall, Hath hung that ſable liuery on thy back? Her death my Lord that hath cut out the like, For both your honors, the Counteſſe is deceaſt. Then will my vncle be a hauy mourner. But how the manner of her death? Ile eell your honor that hereafter and giue you the ground of an admirable ie aſt. And we play not true moals and worke it out of the ground, let me dye of the greene-ſicknſſes. The ground then comes? No Ile tell you that in priuate, the life of a ieſt thriues in the firſt reuealing, it concernes the manner of your avnts death and a law-trick of your vncle. Come to the ſolemperites, and weepe at leaſt thoſe being ended wele receiue y our ieſt. Solemnpe Muſique to a funerall ſong the Herſeborne ouer the ſtage, Duke Lurdo, Polymetes, Angelo, Iulio, Horatio and mouners &c.