Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 486 words
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It shall be so, I'll send her to my house, Acquaint my mother with my hate to her, And wherefore I am fled: Writ to the King That which I durst not speak. His present gift Shall furnish me to those Italian fields Where noble fellows strike: Wars is no strife To the dark house, and the detected wife. Will this Caprichio hold in thee, art sure? Go with me to my chamber, and advice me. I'll send her strait away: To morrow, I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow. Why these balls bound, there's noise in it. 'tis hard A young man married, is a man that's marred: Therefore away, and leave her bravely: go, The King has done you wrong: but hush 'tis so. My mother greets me kindly, is she well? She is not well, but yet she has her health, she's very merry, but yet she is not well: but thankes be given she's very well, and wants nothing i' th' world: but yet she is not well. If she be very well, what does she ail, that she's not very well? Truly she's very well indeed, but for two things What two things? One, that she's not in heaven, whether God send her quickly: the other, that she's in earth, from whence God send her quickly. Bless you my fortunate Lady. I hope sir I have your good will to have mine own good fortune. You had my prayers to lead them on, and to keep them on, have them still. O my knave, how does my old Lady? So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money, I would she did as you say. Why I say nothing. Marry you are the wiser man: for many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing: to say nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to have nothing, is to be a great part of your title, which is within a very little of nothing. Away, th' art a knave. You should have said sir before a knave, th' art a knave, that's before me th' art a knave: this had been truth sir. Go too, thou art a witty fool, I have found thee. Did you find me in yourself sir, or were you taught to find me? The search sir was profitable, and much Fool may you find in you, even to the world's pleasure, and the increase of laughter. A good knave i'faith, and well fed. Madam, my Lord will go away to night, A very serrious business calls on him: The great prerogative and rite of love, Which as your due time claims, he does acknowledge, But puts it off to a compelled restraint: Whose want, and whose delay, is strewed with sweets Which they distil now in the kerbed time, To make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim.
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It ſhall be ſo, Ile ſend her to my houſe, Acquaint my mother with my hate to her, And wherefore I am fled: Write to the King That which I durſt not ſpeake. His preſent gift Shall furniſh me to thoſe Italian fields Where noble fellowes ſtrike: Warres is no ſtrife To the darke houſe, and the detected wife. Will this Caprichio hold in thee, art ſure? Go with me to my chamber, and aduice me. Ile ſend her ſtraight away: To morrow, Ile to the warres, ſhe to her ſingle ſorrow. Why theſe bals bound, ther's noiſe in it. Tis hard A yong man maried, is a man that's mard: Therefore away, and leaue her brauely: go, The King ha's done you wrong: but huſh 'tis ſo. My mother greets me kindly, is ſhe well? She is not well, but yet ſhe has her health, ſhe's very merrie, but yet ſhe is not well: but thankes be giuen ſhe's very well, and wants nothing i' th world: but yet ſhe is not well. If ſhe be verie wel, what do's ſhe ayle, that ſhe's not verie well? Truly ſhe's very well indeed, but for two things What two things? One, that ſhe's not in heauen, whether God ſend her quickly: the other, that ſhe's in earth, from whence God ſend her quickly. Bleſſe you my fortunate Ladie. I hope ſir I haue your good will to haue mine owne good fortune. You had my prayers to leade them on, and to keepe them on, haue them ſtill. O my knaue, how do's my old Ladie? So that you had her wrinkles, and I her money, I would ſhe did as you ſay. Why I ſay nothing. Marry you are the wiſer man: for many a mans tongue ſhakes out his maſters vndoing: to ſay nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to haue nothing, is to be a great part of your title, which is within a verie little of nothing. Away, th' art a knaue. You ſhould haue ſaid ſir before a knaue, th' art a knaue, that's before me th' art a knaue: this had beene truth ſir. Go too, thou art a wittie foole, I haue found thee. Did you finde me in your ſelfe ſir, or were you taught to finde me? The ſearch ſir was profitable, and much Foole may you find in you, euen to the worlds pleaſure, and the encreaſe of laughter. A good knaue ifaith, and well fed. Madam, my Lord will go awaie to night, A verie ſerrious buſineſſe call's on him: The great prerogatiue and rite of loue, Which as your due time claimes, he do's acknowledge, But puts it off to a compell'd reſtraint: Whoſe want, and whoſe delay▪ is ſtrew'd with ſweets Which they diſtill now in the curbed time, To make the comming houre oreflow with ioy, And pleaſure drowne the brim.