Chapman, George · published 1611 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 479 words
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Nay, mix not cause of mirth with passion, Do me the grace t'unfold thy name and state, And tell me what my whole estate may do, To salve this wrong unwittingly I did thee? And set the plaintiff thoughts of thy hard fate In such peace, as my friendship may procure: And if I fail thee, let Ioue fail my soul, When most this earth makes it need help of heaven. In the more than temper my late rage And show your virtues perfectly derived From the Venetian noblesse; for my name It is Lucretio, which to fit this habit I turned Lucretia: the rest that rests To be related of my true estate, I'll tell some other time: lest now your presence Might dumbly tell it (if it should be seen) To all the world, or else make it suspect My female life of lightness: then with thanks And vow of all true friendship, for th'amends Your kindness makes me, take your sword again, And with it while I live the power of mine In any honoured use shall command. Then till we meet, and may laugh at this error, I'll once more try the free peace of my chamber. Do so sweet friend: a plague of Gingerly? Where is that stale and fulsome Gingerly, She brought me to a fury, I'll be sworn Rather than man or woman: a flat beating: I found her supposed mistress fast asleep, Put her to the touchstone, and she prove a man. He waked, and with a more than manly spirit Flew in my face, and gave me such a dash In steed of kissing, of these irish lips That still my teeth within them bled I swear gingerly, Gingerly, a plague a you. But now how does my lovers on the terrace? HOld, take my doublet too, my hat and all, and quickly hie thee to thy sweet. 'Zounds, see sir see, your proper Sentinel, that when you needed him, gave you a slip. Friend Lodovico, by my life, well welcome to this my father's backside. Well sir, well, I would I had kissed almost your father's backside so I had never known it. A my life he faints extremely, he left you even now to purchase him the amorous interview of your fair coz Lucretia that lies here. God's me, sweet friend, wouldst thou use such a slight to any one that lay within my walk? who was thy mean to her? I lay my life, tame madam Temperance, the notorious Pandar. S'fut friend, what a notorious oversight was that? and what a violent injury unto thy friend? A plague upon you both, you scurvy hind, have you no gull but me to whet your wit upon? My friend a privy lover? I'd have sworn Love might spend all his shafts at butterflies As well as at his bosom.
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Nay, mixe not cause of mirth with passion, Do me the grace t'vnfold thy name and state, And tell me what my whole estate may doe, To salue this wrong vnwittingly I did thee? And set the plantife thoughts of thy hard fate In such peace, as my friendship may procure: And if I faile thee, let Ioue fayle my soule, When most this earth makes it need help of heauē. In the more then temper my late rage And show your vertues perfectly deriu'd From the Venetian noblesse; for my name It is Lucrtio, which to fit this habit I turn'd Lucretia: the rest that rests To be related of my true estate, Ile tell some other time: least now your presence Might dumbly tell it (if it should be seene) To all the world, or else make it suspect My femall life of lightnesse: then with thanks And vow of all true friendship, for th'amends Your kindnesse makes me, take your sword againe, And with it while I liue the power of mine In any honor'd vse shall commaund. Then till we meete, and may laugh at this error, Ile once more trie the free peace of my chamber. Do so sweet friend: a plague of Gingerly? Where is that stale and fulsome Gingerly, She brought me to a fury, Ile be sworne Rather then man or woman: a flat beating: I found her suppos'd mistresse fast asleepe, Put her to the touchstone, and she prou' a man. He wak't, and with a more then manly spirit Flew in my face, and gaue me such a dash In steed of kissing, of these licorish lips That still my teeth within them bled I sweare Gengerly, Gingerly, a plague a you. But now how does my louers on the Tarrasse? HOld, take my dublet too, my hat and all, and quickly hie thee to thy sweete. S'ounds, see sir see, your proper Sentinell, that when you needed him, gaue you a slip. Friend Lodouico, by my life, well welcome to this my fathers backeside. Well sir, well, I would I had kist almost your fathers backeside so I had neer knowne it. A my life he faints extremely, he left you euen now to purchase him the amorous enteruiew of your fayre cuze Lucretia that lies heere. Gods me, sweete friend, would'st thou vse such a slight to any one that lay within my walke? who was thy meane to her? I lay my life, tame madam Temperance, the notorious Pandar. S'ut friend, wat a notorious ouersight was that? and what a violent iniury vnto thy friend? A plague vpon you both, you scuruy hinde, haue you no gull but me to whet your wit vpon? My friend a priuie louer? I'de haue sworne Loue might spend all his shafts at butterflies As well as at his bosome.