Middleton, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1620 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) masque · Prince Charles's Men (first) unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 504 words
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I marry, my masters: now it looks like a brave world, indeed, how civilly those fair Ladies go yonder! by this hand they are neither trimmed nor trussed, nor poniarded: Wonderment! O, yonder's a knot of fine-sharp-needle-bearded Gallants, but that they wear stammel Cloaks (methinks) in stead of Scarles: 'Slid, what's he that carries out two Custards now under the Porters long nose? oh, he leaves a bottle of Wine i'th' Lodge: and all's pacified, cry mercy. Continue but thus watchful o'er yourselves, That the great cunning Enemies, Deceit And his too mighty Lord, beguile you not; And you're the precious ornaments of State, The glories of the world, fellows to virtues, Masters of honest and well-purchased fortunes, And I am fortunate in your partnership; But if you ever make your Hearts the houses Of falsehood and corruption, ugliness itself Will be a beauty to you; and less pointed at: Spots in deformed faces, are scarce noted, Fair cheeks are stained, if ne'er so little blotted. Ever the constant servants to great Virtue. Her love inhabit you. Now sons of vexation. Envy, and discontent, what blame lay you Upon these times now? Which does merit most To be condemned, your dulness, or the Age? If now you thrive not, Mercury shall proclaim You're undeservers, and cry down your Fame: Be poor still, Scholar, and thou wretch despised, If in this glorious time thou canst not prosper: Upon whose breast Noble employments sit, By honour's hand, in golden Letters writ: Nay, where the Prince of Nobleness Himself, Proves our Minerva's valiantest hopefullest Son, And early in his Spring puts Armour on. Unite your worths, and make of two, one brother, And be each one perfection to the other. Scholar and Soldier must both shut in one, That makes the absolute and complete man: So, now into the World, which if hereafter You ever tax of foul ingrateful crimes, Your dulness I must punish, not the times. Scholar, Honour to mighty Iupiter. The World's in a good hand now, if it hold, brother. I hope for many ages. Fare thee well then, I'll over, yonder to the most glorious Wars That e'er famed Christian Kingdom. And I'll settle Here, in a Land of a most glorious Peace That ever made joy fruitful: where the Head Of him that rules, to learning's fair renown, Is doubly decked with Laurel, and a Crown: And both most worthily. Give me thy hand: Prosperity keep with thee. And the glory Of Noble actions bring white hairs upon thee: Present our wish with reverence to this Place: For here't must be confirmed, or 'tas no grace. WE must confess, that we have vented ware Not always vendible: Masques are more rare Than Plays are common; at most, but twice a year In their most glorious shapes do they appear. Which if you please, accept, we'll keep in store Our debted loves, and thus entreat you more, Invert the Proverb now, and suffer not, That which is seldom seen, be soon forgot.
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I marry, my masters: now it lookes like a braue world, indeed, how ciuilly those faire Ladies goe yonder! by this hand they are neither trimm'd nor truss'd, nor ponyarded: Wonderment! O, yonder's a knot of fine-sharpe-needle-bearded Gallants, but that they weare Stammell Cloakes (me thinks) in stead of Scarles: 'Slid, whats hee that carries out two Custards now vnder the Porters long nose? oh, hee leaues a bottle of Wine i'th Lodge: and all's pacified, cry mercy. Continue but thus watchfull o▪r your selues, That the great cunning Enemies, Deceit And his too mighty Lord, beguile you not; And y' are the precious ornaments of State, The glories of the world, fellowes to vertues, Masters of honest and well-purchas'd fortunes, And I am fortunate in your partnership; But if you euer make your Hearts the houses Of fals-hood and corruption, vglinesse it selfe Will be a beauty to you; and lesse pointed at: Spots in deformed faces, are scarce noted, Faire cheekes are stainde, if ne'r so little blotted. Euer the constant seruants to great Vertue. Her loue inhabit you. Now sonnes of vexation. Enuy, and discontent, what blame lay you Vpon these times now? Which do's merit most To be condemn'd, your dulnesse, or the Age? If now you thriue not, Mercury shall proclaime Y'are vndeseruers, and cry downe your Fame: Be poore still, Scholler, and thou wretch despis'd, If in this glorious time thou canst not prosper: Vpon whose brest Noble employments sit, By Honors hand, in golden Letters writ: Nay, where the Prince of Noblenesse Himselfe, Proues ou Minerua's valiant'st hopefull'st Sonne, And early in his Spring puts Armor on. Vnite your worth's, and make of two, one brother, And be each one perfection to the other. Scholler and Souldier must both shut in one, That makes the absolute and complete man: So, now into the World, which if hereafter You euer tax of foule ingratefull crimes, Your dulnesse I must punish, not the times. Scholler, Honour to mighty Iupiter. The World's in a good hand now, if it hold, brother. I hope for many ages. Fare thee well then, I'le ouer, yonder to the most glorious VVarres That e'er famde Christian Kingdome. And I'le settle Heere, in a Land of a most glorious Peace That euer made ioy fruitfull: where the Head Of him that rules, to Learnings faire renowne, Is doubly deckt with Lawrell, and a Crowne: And both most worthily. Giue me thy hand: Prosperitie keepe with thee. And the glory Of Noble actions bring white haires vpon thee: Present our wish with reuerence to this Place: For here't must be confirm'd, or 'tas no grace. WE must confesse, that we haue vented ware Not alwayes vendible: Masques are more rare Then Playes are common; at most, but twice a yeere In their most glorious shapes doe they appeare. Which if you please, accept, wee'le keepe in store Our debted loues, and thus entreat you more, Inuert the Prouerbe now, and suffer not, That which is seldome seene, be soone forgot.