Massinger, Philip · published 1623 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1623] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 512 words
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Fie, no: I grant, I bear my fortunes patiently: Serve the Princess, And have success at all times to her closet, Such is my impudence: when your grave Lordships Are masters of the modesty, to attend Three hours, nay sometimes four; and then bid wait Upon her the next morning. He derides us. Pray you, what news is stirring? you know all. Who, I? alas, I have no intelligence At home, nor abroad: I only sometimes guess The change of the times; I should ask of your Lordships Who are to keep their Honours, who to lose 'em; Who the Duchess smiled on last, or on whom frowned, You only can resolve me: we poor waiters Deal (as you see) in mirth, and foolish fiddles: It is our element; and could you tell me, What point of State 'tis, that I am commanded To muster up this music: on mine honesty, You should much befriend me. Sirrah, you grow saucy. And would be laid by the heels. Not by your Lordships, Without a special warrant; look to your own stakes; Were I committed, here come those would bail me: Perhaps we might change places too. The Princess; We must be patient. There's no contending. See, the informing rogue. That we should stoop To such a Mushroom. Thou dost mistake; they durst not Use the least word of scorn, although provoked, To any thing of mine. Go, get you home, And to your servants, friends, and flatterers, number How many descents you are noble; Look to your wives too, The smooth-chinned Courtiers are abroad. No way, to be a Freeman? Your Excellence, hath the best gift to dispatch, These Arras pictures of Nobility, I ever read of. I can speak sometimes. And cover so your bitter Pills, with sweetness Of Princely language to forbid reply, They are greedily swallowed. But, the purpose Daughter, That brings us hither? Is it to bestow A visit on this Woman? That, because She only would be thought truly to grieve, The absence, and the dangers of my Son, Proclaims a general sadness? If to vex her, May be interpreted to do her Honour, She shall have many of 'em? I'll make use Of my short Reign: my Lord, now governs all: And she shall know, that her Idolater, My Brother, being not by, now to protect her, I am her equal. Of a little thing, It is so full of Gall: A Devil of this size, Should they run for a wager to be spiteful, Gets not a Horsehead of her. On her Birthday, We were forced to be merry: & now she's musty We must be sad, on pain of her displeasure; We will, we will. This is her private Chamber, Where like an Hypocrite, not a true Turtle, She seems to mourn her absent Mate, her Servants Attending her like Mutes: But I'll speak to her And in a high Key too, play any thing That's light and loud enough but to torment her, And we will have rare sport. Song. Marcelia above in black.
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Fye, no: I grant, I beare my fortunes patiently: Serue the Princesse, And haue successe at all times to her closet, Such is my impudence: when your graue Lordships Are masters of the modesty, to attend Three houres, nay sometimes foure; and then bid waite Vpon her the next morning. He derides vs. Pray you, what newes is stirring? you know all. Who, I? alas, I haue no intelligence At home, nor abroad: I onely sometimes guesse The change of the times; I should ask of your Lordships Who are to keepe their Honors, who to loose 'em; Who the Duchesse smil'd on last, or on whom frown'd, You onely can resolue me: we poore waiters Deale (as you see) in mirth, and foolish fyddles: It is our element; and could you tell me, What point of State 'tis, that I am commanded To muster vp this musicke: on mine honesty, You should much befriend me. Sirra, you grow sawcie. And would be layd by the heeles. Not by your Lordships, Without a speciall warrant; looke to your owne stakes; Were I committed, here come those would baile me: Perhaps we might change places too. The Princesse; We must be patient. There's no contending. See, the informing rogue. That we should stoope To such a Mushrome. Thou dost mistake; they durst not Vse the least word of scorne, although prouok'd, To any thing of mine. Goe, get you home, And , seruants, friends, and flatterers, number How many discents you are noble; Look to your wiues too, The smooth-chin'd Courtiers are abroad. No way, to be a Free-man? Your Excellence, hath the best guift to dispatch, These Arras pictures of Nobilitie, I euer read of. I can speake sometimes. And couer so your bitter Pills, with sweetnesse Of Princely language to forbid reply, They are greedily swallowed. But, the purpose Daughter, That brings vs hither? Is it to bestow A visit on this Woman? That, because She only would be thoght truly to grieue, The absence, and the dangers of my Son, Proclaimes a generall sadnesse? If to vexe her, May be interpreted to doe her Honor, She shall haue many of 'em? Ile make vse Of my short Raigne: my Lord, now gouernes all: And she shall know, that her Idolater, My Brother, being not by, now to protect her, I am her equall. Of a little thing, It is so full of Gall: A Diuell of this size, Should they run for a wager to be spitefull, Gets not a Hors-head of her. On her Birth-day, We were forc'd to be merrie: & now she's musty We must be sad, on paine of her displeasure; We will, we will. This is her priuate Chamber, Where like an Hypocrite, not a true Turtle, She seemes to mourne her absent Mate, her Seruants Attending her like Mutes: But Ile speake to her And in a high Key too, play any thing That's light and loud enough but to torment her, And we will haue rare sport. Song. Marcelia aboue in blacke.