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 · 488 words
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If I put any tricks upon 'em sir, they shall be jades tricks, which are their own right by the law of Nature. A shrewd knave and an unhappy. So a is. My Lord that's gone made himself much sport out of him, by his authority he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for his sauciness, and indeed he has no pace, but runs where he will. I like him well, 'tis not amiss: and I was about to tell you, since I heard of the good Lady's death, and that my Lord your son was upon his return home. I moved the King my master to speak in the behalf of my daughter, which in the minority of them both, his Majesty out of a self gracious remembrance did first propose, his Highness hath promised me to do it, and to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived against your son, there is no fit matter. How does your Ladyship like it? With very much content my Lord, and I wish it happily effected. His Highness comes post from Marcellus, of as able body as when he numbered thirty, a will be here to morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such intelligence hath seldom failed. It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see him ere I die. I have letters that my son will be here to night: I shall beseech your Lordship to remain with me, till they meet together. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might safely be admitted. You need but plead your honourable privilege. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter, but I thank my God, it holds yet. O Madam, yonder's my Lord your son with a patch of velvet on's face, whether there be a scar under't or no, the Velvet knows, but 'tis a goodly patch of Velvet, his left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare. A scar nobly got, Or a noble scar, is a good liu'rie of honour, So belike is that. But it is your carbinadoed face. Let us go see your son I pray you, I long to talk With the young noble soldier. Faith there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine hats, and most courteous feathers, which bow the head, and nod at every man. But this exceeding posting day and night, Must wear your spirits low, we cannot help it: But since you have made the days and nights as one, To wear your gentle limbs in my affairs, Be bold you do so grow in my requital, As nothing can unroote you. In happy time, This man may help me to his Majesty's ear, If he would spend his power. God save you sir. And you. Sir, I have seen you in the Court of France. I have been sometimes there.
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If I put any trickes vpon em ſir, they ſhall bee Iades trickes, which are their owne right by the law of Nature. A ſhrewd knaue and an vnhappie. So a is. My Lord that's gone made himſelfe much ſport out of him, by his authoritie hee remaines heere, which he thinkes is a pattent for his ſawcineſſe, and indeede he has no pace, but runnes where he will. I like him well, 'tis not amiſſe: and I was about to tell you, ſince I heard of the good Ladies death, and that my Lord your ſonne was vpon his returne home. I moued the King my maſter to ſpeake in the behalfe of my daughter, which in the minoritie of them both, his Maieſtie out of a ſelfe gracious remembrance did firſt propoſe, his Highneſſe hath promis'd me to doe it, and to ſtoppe vp the diſpleaſure he hath conceiued againſt your ſonne, there is no fitter matter. How do's your Ladyſhip like it? With verie much content my Lord, and I wiſh it happily effected. His Highneſſe comes poſt from Marcellus, of as able bodie as when he number'd thirty, a will be heere to morrow, or I am deceiu'd by him that in ſuch intelligence hath ſeldome fail'd. Ir reioyces me, that I hope I ſhall ſee him ere I die. I haue letters that my ſonne will be heere to night: I ſhall beſeech your Lordſhip to remaine with mee, till they meete together. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might ſafely be admitted. You neede but pleade your honourable priuiledge. Ladie, of that I haue made a bold charter, but I thanke my God, it holds yet. O Madam, yonders my Lord your ſonne with a patch of veluet on's face, whether there bee a ſcar vnder't or no, the Veluet knowes, but 'tis a goodly patch of Veluet, his left cheeke is a cheeke of two pile and a halfe, but his right cheeke is worne bare. A ſcarre nobly got, Or a noble ſcarre, is a good liu'rie of honor, So belike is that. But it is your carbinado'd face. Let vs go ſee your ſonne I pray you, I long to talke With the yong noble ſouldier. Faith there's a dozen of em, with delicate fine hats, and moſt courteous feathers, which bow the head, and nod at euerie man. But this exceeding poſting day and night, Muſt wear your ſpirits low, we cannot helpe it: But ſince you haue made the daies and nights as one, To weare your gentle limbes in my affayres, Be bold you do ſo grow in my requitall, As nothing can vnroote you. In happie time, This man may helpe me to his Maieſties eare, If he would ſpend his power. God ſaue you ſir. And you. Sir, I haue ſeene you in the Court of France. I haue beene ſometimes there.