Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 476 words
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Who I? You would draw me in, I have had no wrong, I do disclaim ye all. The short is this, 'tis no ambition to lift up myself Urgeth me thus, I do desire again To be a subject, so I may be free; If not, I know my strength, and will unbuild This goodly town, be speedy, and be wise, in a reply. Be sudden Sir to tie All up again, what's done is past recall, And past you to revenge, and there are thousands That wait for such a troubled hour as this. Throw him the blank. Melantius, write in that thy choice, My seal is at it. It was our honours drew us to this act, No gain, and we will only work our pardons. Put my name in too. You disclaimed us all but now Callianax. That's all one, I'll not be hanged hereafter by a trick, I'll have it in. You shall, you shall: Come to the back gate, and we'll call the King, And give you up the Fort. Away, away. This is my fatal hour, heaven may forgive My rash attempt that causelessly hath laid Griefs on me that will never let me rest, And put a woman's heart into my breast, It is more honour for you that I do, For she that can endure the misery That I have on me, and be patient too, May live and laugh at all that you can do. God save you Sir. And you Sir, what's your business? With you Sir now, to do me the fair office To help me to your Lord. What would you serve him? I'll do him any service, but to haste, For my affairs are earnest, I desire To speak with him. Sir because you are in such haste, I would be loath to delay you longer: you cannot. It shall become you though to tell your Lord. Sir he will speak with nobody, but in particular, I have in charge about no weighty matters. This is most strange: art thou gold proof? there's for thee, help me to him. Pray be not angry Sir, I'll do my best. How stubbornly this fellow answered me! There is a vild dishonest trick in man, More than in women: all the men I meet Appear thus to me, are harsh and rude, And have a subtlety in every thing, Which love could never know; but we fond women Harbour the easiest and the smoothest thoughts, And think all shall go so, it is unjust That men and women should be matched together. Where is he? There my Lord. What would you Sir? Please it your Lordship to command your man Out of the room, I shall deliver things Worthy your hearing. Leave us. O that that shape should bury falsehood in it. Now your will Sir.
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Who I? You wud draw me in, I haue had no wrong, I doe disclaime ye all. The short is this, Tis no ambition to lift vp my selfe Vrgeth me thus, I doe desire againe To be a subiect, so I may be free; If not, I know my strength, and will vnbuild This goodly towne, be speedie, and be wise, in a replie. Be sudden Sir to tie All vp againe, what's done is past recall, And past you to reuenge, and there are thousands That wait for such a troubled houre as this. Throw him the blanke. Melantius, write in that thy choice, My seale is at it. It was our honours drew vs to this act, No gaine, and we will only worke our pardons. Put my name in too. You disclaim'd vs all but now Callianax. Thats all one, Ile not be hangd hereafter by a tricke, Ile haue it in. You shall, you shall: Come to the backe gate, and weele call the King, An giue you vp the Fort. Away, away. This is my fatall houre, heauen may forgiue My rash attempt that causelesly hath laid Griefes on me that will neuer let me rest, And put a womans heart into my breast, It is more honour for you that I doe, For she that can endure the miserie That I haue on me, and be patient too, May liue and laugh at all that you can doe. God saue you Sir. And you Sir, whats your businesse? With you Sir now, to doe me the faire office To helpe me to your Lord. What would you serue him? Ile doe him any seruice, but to haste, For my affaires are earnest, I desire To speake with him. Sir because you are in such haste, I would be loth to delay you longer: you cannot. It shall become you though to tell your Lord. Sr he will speake with no body, but in particular, I haue in charge about no waightie matters. This is most strange: art thou gold proofe? theres for thee helpe me to him. Pray be not angry Sir, Ile doe my best. How stubbornly this fellow answer'd me! There is a vild dishonest tricke in man, More then in women: all the men I meet Appeare thus to me, are harsh and rude, And haue a subtletie in euery thing, Which loue could neuer know; but we fond women Harbour the easiest and the smoothest thoughts, And thinke all shall goe so, it is vniust That men and women should be matcht together. Where is he? There my Lord. What would you Sir? Please it your Lordship to command your man Out of the roome, I shall deliuer things Worthy your hearing. Leaue vs. O that that shape should burie falshood in it. Now your will Sir.