Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 496 words
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S'hart, i'll go see. Come to the Swaggerers. Mercy upon me, a man or a— Lord now? here's a coil, with a Lord and his sister. Princox, hast not thou pined in that Ruff yet, ah! how thou fumblest. Troth Madam, I was ne'er brought up to it, 'tis chambermaids work, and I have ever lived Gentlewoman. And been used accordingly. she's a rare wife believe it Sir, were all such, we never should have false inheritors. Pish friend, there is no woman in the world Can hold out in the end, If youth, shape, wit, Met in one subject, do assault her aptly, For failing once, you must not faint but try Another way, the path of women's minds Are crooked, and diverse, they have by-ways To lead you to the Palace of their pleasures, And you must woo discreetly; first observe The disposition of her you attempt, If she be sprightly, and heroical, Possess her that you are valiant, and have spirit, Talk nothing but of beating every man That is your hindrance, though you do not do it, Or dare not, 'tis no matter. Be she free And of a liberal soul, give bounteously To all the servants, let your angels fly About the room, although you borrowed 'em. If she be witty, so must your discourse Get wit, what shift soe'er you make for it, Though't cost you all your land, and then a song Or two is not amiss, although you buy 'em, There's many in the Town will furnish you. But still I tell you, you must use her roughly, Beat her face black and blue, take all her clothes And give them to some Punk, this will be ground For me to work upon. All this I have done. I have left her now, as bare, that should I die, Her fortune (o my conscience) would be To marry some Tobacco-man, she has nothing But an old black-work waistcoat, which would serve Exceeding well to fit i'th' shop and light Pipes for the lousy Footmen (and sweet friend) First here's a jewel to present her, then Here is a Sonnet writ against myself, Which as thine own thou shalt accost her with, Farewell and happy success attend thee. Ha, ha, ha. Faire'd, still wilt thou be true To a man so false to thee? Did be lend a husband's due, Thou didst owe him loyalty; But will curses, wants and blows Breed no change in thy white soul? Be not a fool to thy first vows, Since his breach, doth thy faith control, No beauty else, could be so chaste, Think not thou honour'st women then, Since by thy conscience, all disgraced, Are robbed of the dear loves of men; Then grant me my desire that vow to prove A real husband, his adulterate love. Took ever man more pains to be a Cuckold? Oh! monstrous age where men themselves we see, Study and pay for their own infamy.
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S'hart, ile go see. Come to the Swaggerers. Mercy vpon me, a man or a—Lord now? Heere's a quoile, with a Lord and his sister. Princox, hast not thou pin'd in that Ruffe yet, ah! how thou fumblest. Troth Madam, I was ne're brought vp to it, t'is Chamber-maids work, and I haue euer liu'd Gentlewoman. And beene vs'd accordingly. SHee's a rare wife beleeue it Sir, were all such, Wee neuer should haue false inheritors. Pish friend, there is no woman in the world Can hould out in the end, If youth, shape, wit, Met in one subiect, doe assault her aptlie, For fayling once, you must not faint but trie Another way, the path of womens minds Are crooked, and diuerse, they haue by-waies To leade you to the Pallace of their pleasures, And you must wooe discreetely; first obserue The disposition of her you attempt, If shee be sprightly, and heroicall, Possesse her that you are valiant, and haue spirit, Talke nothing but of beating euery man That is your hinderance, though you doe not doe it, Or dare not, t'is no matter. Be shee free And of a liberall soule, giue bounteously To all the seruants, let your angels flye About the roome, although you borrow'd 'em. If shee be wittie, so must your discourse Get wi, what shiftso'ere you make for it, Though't cost you all your land, and then a song Or two is not amisse, although you buy 'em, There's many in the Towne will furnish you. But still I tell you, you must vse her roughly, Beae her face black and blew, take all her cloth's And giue them to some Punke, this will be ground For me to worke vpon. All this I haue done. I her now, as bare, that should I die, Her fotune (ô my conscience) would be To marrie some Tobacco-man, shee has nothing Bu old black-woorke wastcoe, which would serue Exceeding wel to it i'th shop and light Pipes for the lowzie Footmen (and sweete friend) First heere's a jewell to present her, then Heere is a Sonet writ against my selfe, Which as thine owne thou shalt accost her with, Farewll and happie successe attend thee. Ha, ha, ha. Faired, still wilt thou be true To a man so false to thee? Did be led a Husbands due, Thou did'st owe him loyalti; But will curses, wants and blowes Breed no change in thy white soule Be not a foole to thy first vows, Since his breach, doth thy faith controle, No beutie else, could be so chast, Thinke not thou honour'st women then, Since by thy coscience, all disgra't, Are rob'd of the deare loues of men; Then grant me my desire that vow to proue A reall husband, his adulerate loue. Tooke euer man more paines to be a Cuckold? Oh! monstrous age where men themselues we see, Studie and pay for their owne infamie.