Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 489 words
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Dost here, By this good night, my Father and I are friends, Take but this chain for token, give her that, And tell her I have other things for her, Which by my father's will I am commanded To give to her own hands. Say you so, Introth I think you'll prove an honest man, Had you once got a beard: let me see the chain, Dost think I lie? by this good light Adrian I love her with my soul, here's letters And other jewels sent her from my father, Is she a-bed. By my virginity, She is uncast, and ready to slip in, Betwixt the sheets, but I will bear her this, And tell her what you say. But make some haste, Why so 'twill take, 'sheart how a waiting maid, Can shake a fellow up that is cashiered, And has no money: foot should she keep the chain, And not come down, I must turn Citizen, Be bankrupt, and crave the king's protection But here she comes. What would you sir with us, That on the sudden, and so late you come. I have some secrets to acquaint you with, Please you to let the chamber maid shake off, And stand as sentinel. It shall not need, I hope I have not brought her up so ill, But that she knows how to contain your secrets, As well as I her Mistress: Therefore on. It is not fit forsooth that I should on, Before she leave the room. 'tis not indeed. Therefore I'll wait in the withdrawing room Until you call. Now sir, what's your will? Dear widow, pity the state of a young, Poor, yet proper Gentleman, by Venus' pap Upon my knees I'd creep unto your lap For one small drop of favour, and though this face Is not the finest face, yet t'as been praised By Ladies of good judgement in faces. Are these your secrets? You shall have secrets More pleasing, nay here sweet widow, Some wantons do delight to see men creep, And on their knees to woe them. I am none of those, Stand up, I more desire a man should stand, Then cringe and creep that means to win my love, I say stand up, and let me go ye'd best. For ever let me creep upon the ground, Unless you here my suit. How now sir sauce, Would you be capering in your father's saddle, Away you cashiered younger brother, begone, Do not I know the fashions of you all, When a poor woman has laid open all Her thoughts to you, than you grow proud and coy, But when wise maids dissemble and keep close, Than you poor snakes come creeping on your bellies, And with all oiled looks prostrate yourselves, Before our beauty's sun, where once but warm, Like hateful snakes you strike us with your stings, And then forsake us, I know your tricks begone.
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Doost heere, By this good night, my Father and I are friends, Take but this cheine for token, giue her that, And tell her I haue other things for her, Which by my fathers will I am commanded To giue to her owne hands. Say you so, Introth I thinke youle prooue an honest man▪ Had you once got a beard: let me see the cheine, Doost thinke I lye? by this good light Adrian I loue her with my soule, heer's letters And other Iewels sent her from my father, Is shee a bed. By my virginity, Shee is vncast, and ready to slip in, Betwixt the sheetes, but I will beare hir this, And tell her what you say. But make some hast, Why so 'twill take, zart how a waiting maide, Can shake a fellow vp that is casheerd, And has no money: foote should she keepe the chaine, And not come downe, I must turne Cittizen, Be banckrout, and craue the Kings protection But heere she comes. What would you sir with vs, That on the suddaine, and so late you come. I haue some secrets to acquaint you with, Please you to let the chamber maide shake off, And stand as Centinel. It shall not need, I hope I haue not brought her vp so ill, But that she knowes how to containe your secrets, As well as I her Mistresse: Therefore on. It is not fit forsooth that I should on, Before she leaue the roome. Tis not indeed▪ Therefore Ile waite in the with-drawing roome Vntill you call. Now sir, what's your will? Deere widdow, pitty the state of a young, Poore, yet propper Gentleman, by Venus pap Vpon my knees I'de creepe vnto your lap For one small drop of fauour, and though this face Is not the finest face, yet t'as beene praisd By Ladies of good iudgment in faces. Are these your secrets? You shall haue secrets More pleasing, nay heere sweet widdow, Some wantons doe delight to see men creepe, And on their knees to woe them. I am none of those, Stand vp, I more desire a man should stand, Then cringe and creepe that meanes to winne my loue, I say stand vp, and let me goe ye'ad best. For euer let me creepe vpon the ground, Vnlesse you heere my sute. How now sir sawce, Would you be capring in your fathers saddle, Away you casheerd yonger brother, begon, Doe not I know the fashions of you all, When a poore woman has laide open all Her thoughts to you, then you grow proud and coy, But when wise maides dissemble and keepe close, Then you poore snakes come creeping on your bellyes, And with all oyled lookes prostrate your selues, Before our beauties sunne, where once but warme, Like hatefull snakes you strike vs with your stings, And then forsake vs, I know your tricks begon.