Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 484 words
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Thou couldst prate unhappily Ere thou couldst go, would thou couldst do as well. And how does your custom hold out here. Sir. Are you in private still, or how? What do you mean? Do you take money? are you come to sell sin yet? perhaps I can help you to liberal Clients: or has not the King cast you off yet? O thou vild creature, whose best commendation is, that thou art a young Whore. I would thy Mother had lived to see this: or rather would I had died ere I had seen it: why didst not make me acquainted when thou were first resolved to be a Whore? I would have seen thy hot lust satisfied more privately. I would have kept a dancer, and a whole consort of Musicians in mine own house, only to fiddle thee. Sir I was never whore. If thou couldst not say so much for thyself thou shouldst be Carted. Ligones I have read it, and like it, You shall deliver it. Well Sir I will: but I have private business with you. Speak, what be't? How has my age deserved so ill of you, That you can pick no strumpets in the Land, But out of my breed. Strumpets good Ligones? Yes, and I wish to have you know, I scorn To get a Whore for any Prince alive, And yet scorn will not help methinks: My daughter Might have been spared, there were enough beside. May I not prosper, but she's innocent As morning light for me, and I dare swear For all the world. Why is she with you then? Can she wait on you better than your men, Has she a gift in plucking off your stockings, Can she make caudles well, or cut your Corns, Why do you keep her with you? For your Queen I know you do contemn her, so should I And every Subject else think much at it. Let 'em think much, but 'tis more firm than earth Thou seest thy Queen there. Then have I made a fair hand, I called her Whore, If I shall speak now as her Father, I cannot of use But greatly rejoice that she shall be a Queen: but if I should speak to you as a Statesman she were more fit To be your Whore. Get you about your business to Arbaces, Now you talk idly. Yes Sir, I will go. And shall she be a Queen, she had more wit Than her old Father when she ran away: Shall she be a Queen, now by my troth 'tis fine, He dance out of all measure at her wedding: Shall I not Sir? Yes marry shalt thou. I'll make these withered Kexes bear my body Two hours together above ground. Nay, go, my business requires haste. Good God preserve you, you are an excellent King. Farewell good Father.
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Thou couldſt prate vnhappily Ere thou couldſt goe, would thou couldſt doe as well. And how does your cuſtome hold out here. Sir. Are you in priuate ſtill, or how? What doe you meane? Doe you take money? are you come to ſell ſinne yet? perhaps I can helpe you to liberall Clients: or has not the King caſt you off yet? O thou vild creature, whoſe beſt commendation is, that thou art a young VVhore. I would thy Mother had liu'd to ſee this: or rather would I had dyed ere I had ſeene it: why did'ſt not make me acquainted when thou were firſt reſolu'd to be a Whoe? I would haue ſeene thy hot luſt ſatisfied more priuately. I would haue kept a dancer, and a whole conſort of Muſitions in mine owne houſe, onely to fiddle thee. Sir I was neuer whore. If thou couldſt not ſay ſo much for thy ſelfe thou ſhouldſt be Carted. Ligones I haue read it, and like it, You ſhall deliuer it. Well Sir I will: but I haue priuate buſines with you. Speake, what iſt? How has my age deſeru'd ſo ill of you, That you can picke no ſtrumpets in the Land, But out of my breed. Strumpets good Ligones? Yes, and I wiſh to haue you know, I ſcorne To get a Whore for any Prince aliue, And yet ſcorne will not helpe me thinkes: My daughter Might haue beene ſpar'd, there were enough beſide. May I not proſper, but Shee's innocent As morning light for me, and I dare ſweare For all the world. Why is ſhe with you then? Can ſhe waite on you better then your men, Has ſhe a gift in plucking off your ſtockings, Can ſhe make Cawdles well, or cut your Cornes, VVhy doe you keepe her with you? For your Queene I know you doe contemne her, ſo ſhould I And euery Subiect elſe thinke much at it. et vm thinke much, but tis more firme then earth Thou ſeeſt thy Queene there. Then haue I made a faire hand, I cald her Whore, If I ſhall ſpeake now as her Father, I cannot of uſe But greatly rejoyce that ſhe ſhall be a Queene: but if I ſhould ſpeake to you as a Stateſman ſhee were more fit To be your VVhore. Get you about your buſineſſe to Arbaces, Now you talke idlie. Yes Sir, I will goe. And ſhall ſhe be a Queeue, ſhe had more wit Then her old Father when ſhe ranne away: Shall ſhee be a Queene, now by my troth tis fine, He dance out of all meaſure at her wedding: Shall I not Sir? Yes marrie ſhalt thou. I'e make theſe witherd Kexes beare my bodie Two hrest gether aboue ground. Nay, goe▪ my buſineſſe requires haſte. Good God preſerue you, you are an excellent King. Farewell good Father.