Chapman, George · published 1612 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 501 words
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Thou blind imperfect Goddess, that delights (Like a deep-reaching Statesman) to converse Only with Fools: jealous of knowing spirits; For fear their piercing judgements might discover Thy inward weakness, and despise thy power; Contemn thee for a Goddess; Thou that lad'st Th'unworthy Ass with gold; while worth and merit Serve thee for nought; (weak Fortune) I renounce Thy vain dependence, and convert my duty And sacrifices of my sweetest thoughts, To a more Noble Deity. Sole friend to worth, And Patroness of all good Spirits, Confidence. she be my Guide, and hers the praise of these My worthy undertakings. MOrrow Brother; Not ready yet? No; I have somewhat of the Brother in me; I dare say, your Wife is many times ready, and you not up. Save you sister; how, are you enamoured of my presence? how like you my aspect? Faith no worse than I did last week, the weather has nothing changed the grain of your complexion. A firm proof, 'tis in grain, and so are not all complexions. A good soldiers face Sister. Made to be worn under a Beaver. ay, and 'twould show well enough under a mask too. So much for the face. But is there no object in this suit to whet your tongue upon? None, but Fortune send you well to wear it: for she best knows how you got it. Faith, 'tis the portion she bestows upon younger Brothers, valour, and good clothes: Marry, if you ask how we come by this new suit, I must take time to answer it: for as the Ballad says, in written Books I find it. Brother these are the blossoms of spirit: and I will have it said for my Father's honour, that some of his children were truly begotten. Not all? Shall I tell you brother that I know will rejoice you? my former suits have been all spenders, this shall be a speeder. A thing to be heartily wished; but brother, take heed you be not gulled, be not too forward. 'T had been well for me, if you had followed that counsel: You were too forward when you stepped into the world before me, and gulled me of the Land, that my spirits and parts were indeed borne too. May we not have the blessing to know the aim of your fortunes, what coast, for heavens love? Nay, 'tis a project of State: you may see the preparation; but the design lies hidden in the breasts of the wise. May we not know't? Not unless you'll promise me to laugh at it, for without your applause, I'll none. The quality of it may be such as a laugh will not be ill bestowed upon't; pray heaven I call not Arsace sister. What? the panderess? Know you (as who knows not) the exquisite Lady of the Palace? The late Governors admired Widow? The rich and haughty Countess Eudora? Were not she a jewel worth the wearing, if a man knew how to win her?
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THow blinde imperfect Goddesse, that delights (Like a deepe-reaching Statesman) to conuerse Only with Fooles: Iealous of knowing spirits; For feare their piersing Iudgements might discouer Thy inward weaknesse, and despise thy power; Contemne thee for a Goddesse; Thou that lad'st Th'vnworthy Asse with gold; while worth and merit Serue thee for nought; (weake Fortune) I renounce Thy vaine dependance, and conuert my dutie And sacrifices of my sweetest thoughts, To a more Noble Deitie. Sole friend to worth, And Patronesse of all good Spirits, Confidence. Shee be my Guide, and hers the praise of these My worthie vndertakings. MOrrow Brother; Not readie yet? No; I haue somewhat of the Brother in me; I dare say, your Wife is many times readie, and you not vp. Saue you sister; how, are you enamoured of my presence? how like you my aspect? Faith no worse then I did last weeke, the weather has nothing chang'd the graine of your complexion. A firme proofe, 'tis in graine, and so are not all complexions. A good Souldiers face Sister. Made to be worne vnder a Beuer. I, and 'twould shew well enough vnder a maske too. So much for the face. But is there no obiect in this suite to whet your tongue vpon? None, but Fortune send you well to weare it: for shee best knowes how you got it. Faith, 'tis the portion shee bestowes vpon yonger Brothers, valour, and good clothes: Marry, if you aske how we come by this new suite, I must take time to answere it: for as the Ballad saies, in written Bookes I find it. Brother these are the blossomes of spirit: and I will haue it said for my Fathers honour, that some of his children were truly begotten. Not all? Shall I tell you brother that I know will reioyce you? my former suites haue been all spenders, this shall be a speeder. A thing to bee heartily wisht; but brother, take heede you be not gull'd, be not too forward. 'T had beene well for me, if you had follow'd that counsaile: You were too forward when you stept into the world before me, and gull'd me of the Land, that my spirits and parts were indeede borne too. May we not haue the blessing to know the aime of your fortunes, what coast, for heauens loue? Nay, tis a proiect of State: you may see the preparation; but the designe lies hidden in the brests of the wise. May we not know't? Not vnlesse you'le promise mee to laugh at it, for without your applause, Ile none. The qualitie of it may bee such as a laugh will not be ill bestow'd vpon't; pray heauen I call not Arsace sister. What? the Pandresse? Know you (as who knowes not) the exquisite Ladie of the Palace? The late Gouernours admired Widdow? The rich and haughtie Countesse Eudora? Were not shee a Iewell worth the wearing, if a man knew how to win her?