Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 494 words
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thouart still thyself. Lelio, this Farmer's half a fool, half knave. And as Pandolfo did with much entreaty Persuade him to transform; so as much labour Will hardly bring the Coxcomb to himself, That near was out on't. Who art, if not he? My name is Don Antonio, I am now going To my own house, to give Pandolfo Flavia, And Armellina to his Farmer Trincalo. How dar'st thou Cricca, but a meaner servant, Resemble me, a man of worth and worship, To such a clown as Trincalo, a branded fool, An Ass, a laughingstock to Town and Country? Art not ashamed to name him with Antonio? Do not thy actions, with thy rude behaviour, Proclaim thee what thou art? Notorious clown! Villain, thouhast broke my shoulders. O didst feel him? I with a pox. Then thouart still Trincalo. For hadst thou been Antonio, he had smarted. I feel it as I am Antonio. Fool! who loves Armellina? 'Tis I, 'tis I. Antonio never loved his kitchenmaid. Well, I was taken for Antonio, And in his name received ten pound in gold, Was by his mistress entertained; but thou enviest my happiness: if thouhast th'ambition To rise as I have done: Go to Albumazar, And let him change thee to a Knight, or Lord. Note the strange power of strong imagination. A world of engines cannot wrest my thoughts, From being a Gentleman: I am one, and will be: And though I be not, yet will think myself so: And scorn thee Cricca, as a slave and servant. 'tIs but lost labour to dissuade his dullness, Believe me that's your father. When I drove him thence, Spite of my blood his reverent countenance Struck me t'a deep compassion. To clear all, I'll ask one question. signor Antonio, What money took you when you went your voyage? As I remember, fourscore and fifteen pound In Barbarie gold. Had Lucio kept his word I had carried just a hundred. Pardon me, father; 'Twas my blind ignorance, not want of duty, That wronged you: all was intended for a Farmer, Whom an ginger, they said, transformed. How an ginger? When you parted hence It seems you promised Flavia to Pandolfo. News of your death arriving, th'old Gentleman Importunes me to second what you purposed. Consulting therefore with my friends and kindred, Loath my young sister should be buried quick I'th' grave of threescore years: by their advice I fully did deny him. He chafes and storms, And finds at length a cunning man, that promised To turn his Farmer to your shape: and thus Possess your house, and give him Flavia. Whereof I warned, wronged you in stead of Trincalo. Then hence it came they called me Trincalo, And talked of an ginger; which names Almost enraged me past myself and senses. 'Tis true I promised, but have oft repented it. And much more since he goes about to cheat me. He must not have her, sir.
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Th'art still thy selfe. Lelio, this Farmer's halfe a foole, halfe knaue. And as Pandolfo did with much intreatie Perswade him to transforme; so as much labour Will hardly bring the Coxcombe to himselfe, That nere was out on't. Who art, if not hee? My name is Don Antonio, I am now going To my owne house, to giue Pandolfo Flauia, And Armellina to his Farmer Trincalo. How dar'st thou Cricca, but a meaner seruant, Resemble me, a man of worth and worship, To such a clowne as Trincalo, a branded foole, An Asse, a laughing-stock to Towne and Countrey? Art not asham'd to name him with Antonio? Do not thy actions, with thy rude behauiour, Proclaime thee what thou art? Notorious clowne! Villaine, th'hast broke my shoulders. O did'st feele him? I with a poxe. Then th'art still Trincalo. For hadst thou beene Antonio, he had smarted. I feele it as I am Antonio. Foole! who loues Armellina? 'Tis I, 'tis I. Antonio neuer lou'd his kitchin-maid. Well, I was taken for Antonio, And in his name receiu'd ten pound in gold, Was by his mistresse entertain'd; but thou Enuy'st my happinesse: if th'hast th'ambition To rise as I haue done: Go to Albumazar, And let him change thee to a Knight, or Lord. Note the strange power of strong imagination. A world of engines cannot wrest my thoughts, From being a Gentleman: I am one, and will be: And though I bee not, yet will thinke my selfe so: And scorne thee Cricca, as a slaue and seruant. TIs but lost labour to disswade his dulnesse, Beleeue me that's your father. When I droue him thence, Spight of my bloud his reuerent countenance Strooke me t'a deepe compassion. To cleere all, I'le aske one question. Signior Antonio, What money tooke you when you went your voyage? As I remember, fourescore and fifteene pound In Barbarie gold. Had Lucio kept his word I had carried iust a hundred. Pardon me, father; 'Twas my blind ignorance, not want of duty, That wrong'd you: all was intended for a Farmer, Whom an Astrologer, they sayd, transform'd. How an Astrologer? When you parted hence It seemes you promis d Flauia to Pandolfo. Newes of your death arriuing, th'old Gentleman Importunes me to second what you purpos'd. Consulting therefore with my friends and kindred, Loth my yong sister should be buried quicke I'th graue of threescore yeares: by their aduice I fully did deny him. He chafes and stormes, And finds at length a cunning man, that promis'd To turne his Farmer to your shape: and thus Possesse your house, and giue him Flauia. Whereof I warn'd, wrong'd you in stead of Trincalo. Then hence it came they cald me Trincalo, And talk't of an Astrologer; which names Almost inrag'd me past my selfe and senses. 'Tis true I promis'd, but haue oft repented it. And much more since he goes about to cheate me. He must not haue her, sir.