Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 502 words
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I am ready sir, if you have Copia verborum, I have Copia rerum in a buckram bag here. Your lordship's pleasure. Master Orator, 'tis not unknown my suit Nay your Lordship must be brief, I not attend The shallow sleight of words, your suit, your suit. The restoration of my lands and honours. They are confiscate. My lands confiscate, and my body free? My Lord, my Lord, the Queen's more merciful. Sir, you forget my place. Sir you forget your faith, 'Twas known unto the Queen, the state and us, Your malcontented spirit, your disease in duty: Your diligent perturbance of the peace: Your passages, occurrences and— Sir. Sir me no sirs. Do not I know you were the chief of those Which raised the wars in Sicill? and long since Wrought in the kings loves bloody business. Did not you hold fair quarter and commerce With all the spies of cypress? fie I am ashamed, Blind impudence should make you be so bold, To bear your face before authority. But hear me. I will hear no reply, go home, repent, pray & die. Come Gentlemen, what's your businesses? Your confirmation to his highness grant, touching our trade with Spain, in which if it please you to assist us, we have a thousand crowns which shall attend you. O I have you in my memory, the suit is great: And I must squeeze forth more than a thousand crowns. Well attend me to the senate, you shall have fair dispatches I not attend the shallow sleight of words, Go home repent, pray and die. Excellent precepts for an orator's chamber. Where speech must bathe a handful deep in gold, Till the poor givers conduit being dry, The wretch goes home, doth curse, repent and die. It is thy counsel Orator, thy tale breath Good only but to season infamy. From this reproach, this incarressing humour Hath taught my soul a new philosophy. I will go home and there repent all good Done to thy name or thy profession. I will go home and there new frame myself More thirstily pernicious to thy state, Then war or unabated mutiny. As for my prayers Orator, they are for thee; Thou hast a pretty, lovely, witty wife: O Mayst thou live, both to be known and know Thyself the greatest cuckold in our land; And yet not dare to amend or grieve at it. Mayst thou embrace thy shame with thankful arms, Hug thy disgrace, make thy black poison wine, And cap and crouch to thy dishonour, May thy remembrance live, upon my knees I pray, All night in belmen's mouths, with Pasquil in the day. Day be my speed, night shall not cloak my sin, If I have nought to do, it's by the sun, The light gives leave to all mine idleness. Quick business and open eyes cease on mine orator, Whilst I create him horny precedents. But here's my bed broker. Now my great armful of good intelligence, where is my Mistress?
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I am ready sir, if you haue Copia verborum, I haue Copia rerum in a buckram bagge here. Your Lordships pleasure. Master Orator, tis not vnknowne my suit Nay your Lordship must be briefe, I not attend The shallow sleight of words, your suit, your suit. The restoration of my lands and honours. They are confiscat. My lands confiscat, and my body free? My Lord, my Lord, the Queen's more mercifull. Sir, you forget my place. Sir you forget your faith, T'was knowne vnto the Queene, the state and vs, Your malecontented spirit, your disease in duty: Your diligent purturbance of the peace: Your passages, occurrences and— Sir. Sir me no sirs. Do not I know you were the chiefe of those Which raisd the warres in Sicill? and long since Wrought in the kings loues bloody businesse. Did not you hold faire quarter and commerce VVith all the spies of Cypres? fie I am asham'd, Blinde impudence should make you be so bold, To beare your face before authority. But heare me. I will heare no reply, go home, repent, pray & die. Come Gentlemen, what's your businesses? Your confirmation to his highnesse grant, touching our trade with Spaine, in which if it please you to assist vs, wee haue a thousand crownes which shall attend you. O I haue you in my memory, the suit is great: And I must squeisse forth more then a thousand crownes. Wel attend me to the senate, you shal haue faire dispatches I not attend the shallow sleight of words, Go home repent, pray and die. Excellent precepts for an Orators chamber. VVhere speech must bath a handful deep in gold, Till the poore giuers conduit being drie, The wretch goes home, doth curse, repent and die. It is thy counsaile Orator, thy tale breath Good onely but to season infamie. From this reproch, this incarressing humour Hath taught my soule a new philosophie. I will goe home and there repent all good Done to thy name or thy profession. I will go home and there new frame my selfe More thirstily pernicious to thy state, Then warre or vnabated mutiny. As for my praiers Orator, they are for thee; Thou hast a pretty, louely, witty wife: O maist thou liue, both to be knowne and know Thy selfe the greatest cuckold in our land; And yet not dare to amend or greiue at it. Maist thou imbrace thy shame with thankful armes, Hugge thy disgrace, make thy black poison wine, And cap and crouch to thy dishonor, May thy remembrance liue, vpon my knees I pray, All night in belmens mouthes, with Pasquill in the day. Day be my speede, night shall not cloake my sin, If I haue naught to doe, its by the Sunne, The light giues leaue to all mine Idlenes. Quick businesse and ope eies cease on mine orator, Whilst I create him horny presidents. But heeres my bed broker. Now my great armefull of good intelligence, where is my Mistresse?