Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 495 words
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Emelia, your Daughter, once a Turkish prisoner Receive a joyful blessing rise and say, What wit or power freed thee. Dear father, the manner both of my enlarging and captiving i'll relate, when more convenient time and place shall incite me, but upon this occasion, pray give me leave to put my brother beside his melancholy I prithee do so. Why how now Student? grand Magician, Puritan, come, you never played the Wag, You know not Winefrides hem, nor the Count's vault. A'mort man? what, can Polymetes daunt? Hath a not Hyren here? Zounds all will out, brains— Now for a hundred dozen of Larks to make a pie of the brains. Well, done it was, and out it must. Why how now Polymetes in a dump? Where's your Venetian Merchant and your Sister? Who? Emilia? why look you here father, do you think I knew her not? ask the Boy and Iulio, do you think I would have maintained her as I did but only for affinities sake? what said I at first Nuncle? did I not urge affinities? and you would see me hanged say and I did not urge affinity? And yet you pleaded hard for a night's lodging Only to try thy honesty by this Element, ask my uncle else? he's a sweet womanist. No more a that, niece you're a wag. Well said old water Rat, But that my brother conjuror should fail, In the black Art.— In the black Pudding: pish, Of all arts else, only the law is firm. And yet that danceth changes every Term. Well jest on gallants, and uncle, you that make a pish at the black Art, my books to the piece of Arras, where Venus and Adonis stood kissing and the cuckoldly pandar Vulcan watched them, and all your by ways to boot, I raise up my Aunt your late wife in the same proportion, habit and gesture, she usually wore in her life time. Do that, I'll swear there's virtue in thy Art. And if I do not, say Philosophy is foolery, Logic legerdemain, and Conjuring mere cony-catching, as indeed it is. And now by virtue of this wand, Each in his circle keep his stand, Now Belioll and Astaroth, Sole commanders of the North, By Hecate's head, Erinys' snakes, Styx and all infernal Lakes, I charge you kneel to Proserpine, And by her licence all divine Dismiss the Countess from those shades, Where pleasure springs and never fades. Festina, cito, citius, come free Tenant of Elysium. The Count look, pale. why starts Horatio? What writ the shadow? That, these lines will show, Horatio, base Horatio poisoned me, I was your sister, right mine injury. Horatio? Yes, Horatio poisoned her Revenge it Duke be a true Justicer. Revenged I will, degenerous homicide, What reason led thee to so damned a deed? I loved her, wood her, my hot love denied changed into hate, I poisoned her, she dyde. Sounds this like truth.
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Emelia, your Daughter, once a Turkiſh priſoner Receiue a ioyfull bleſſing riſe and ſay, What wit or power freed thee. Deere father, the manner both of my enlarging and captiuing ile relate, when more conuenient time and place ſhall incite me, but vpon this occaſion, pray giue me leaue to put my brother beſide his melācholy I prethee do ſo. Why how now Student? grand Magitian, Puritane, come, you neuer plaide the Wag, You know not Winefrides hem, nor the Counts vault. A'mort man? what, can Polymetes daunt? Hath a not Hyren heere? Zoundes all will out, braines— Now for a hundred dozen of Larkes to make a pie of the braines. Well, done it was, and out it muſt. Why how now Polymetes in a dumpe? Wheres your Ʋenetian Marchant and your Siſter? Who? Emilia? why looke you heere father, doe you thinke I knew her not? aske the Boy and Iulio, do you thinke I would haue maintaind her as I did but onely for affinities ſake? what ſaide I at firſt Nuncle? did I not vrge affinities? and you would ſee me hang'd ſay and I did not vrge affinitie? And yet you pleaded hard for a nights lodging Onely to try thy honeſty by this Element, aske my vncle elſe? Hee's a ſweet womaniſt. No more a that, neece y'are a wag. Well ſaid old water Ratt, But that my brother Coniurer ſhould faile, In the black Art.— In the black Pudding: piſh, Of all arts elſe, onely the law is firme. And yet that danceth changes euery Terme. Well ieſton gallants, and vncle, you that make a piſh at the black Art, my books to the peece of Arras, where Venus and Adonis ſtood kiſſing and the cuckoldly pandar Vulcan watch'd them, and all your by waies to boot, I raiſe vp my Aunt your late wife in the ſame proportion, habit and geſture, ſhee vſually wore in her life time. Do that, Ile ſweare there's vertue in thy Art. And if I do not, ſay Philoſophie is foolery, Logique legerdemaine, and Coniuring meere couicatching, as indeed it is. And now by vertue of this wand, Each in his circle keepe his ſtand, Now Belioll and Aſtaroth, Sole commaunders of the North, By Hcates head, Einnis ſnakes, Six and all infernall Lakes, I charge you kneele to Proſerpine, And by her licence all deuine Diſmiſſe the Counteſſe from thoſe ſhades, Where pleaſure ſprings and neuer fades. Feſtina, cio, ctius, come free Tenant of Elizium. The Count look, pale. why ſtarts Horatio? What writte the ſhadow? That, theſe lynes will ſhow, Horatio, baſe Horatto poyſond me, I was your ſiſter, right mine iniurie. Horatio? Yes, Horatio poiſond her Reuenge it Duke be a true Irſticer. Reueng't I wil, degenerous homicide, What reaſon led thee to ſo dam'd a deed? I lou'd her, wood her, my hot loue denide Changde into hate, I poiſon'd her, ſhe dyde. Sounds this like truth.