Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1609 [c.1608-1611] (Annals) romance · King's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 510 words
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So, get you gone: if this penetrate, I will consider your Music the better: if it do not, it is a voice in her ears which Horse-haires, and Calues-guts, nor the voice of unpaved Eunuch to boot, can never amed. here comes the King. I am glad I was up so late, for that's the reason I was up so early: he cannot choose but take this Service I have done, fatherly. Good morrow to your Majesty, and to my gracious Mother. Attend you here the door of our stern daughter Will she not forth? I have assailed her with Musics, but she vouchsafes no notice. The Exile of her Minion is too new, She hath not yet forgot him, some more time Must wear the print of his remembrance on't, And then she's yours. You are most bound to ' th' King, Who let's go by no vantages, that may Prefer you to his daughter: Frame yourself To orderly felicity, and be friended With aptness of the season: make denials Increase your Services: so seem, as if You were inspired to do those duties which You tender to her: that you in all obey her, Save when command to your dismission tends, And therein you are senseless. Senseless? Not so. So like you (Sir) Ambassadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius. A worthy Fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpose now; But that's no fault of his: we must receive him According to the Honour of his Sender, And towards himself, his goodness fore-spent on us We must extend our notice: Our dear Son, When you have given good morning to your Mistress, Attend the Queen, and us, we shall have need T' employ you towards this Roman. Come our Queen. If she be up, I'll speak with her: if not Let her lie still, and dream: by your leave hoa, I know her women are about her: what If I do line one of their hands, 'tis Gold Which buys admittance (oft it doth) yea, and makes Diana's Rangers false themselves, yield up Their Deer to ' th' stand o' th' Stealer: and 'tis Gold Which makes the Trueman killed, and saves the Thief: Nay, sometime hangs both Thief, and Trueman: what Can it not do, and undo? I will make One of her women Lawyer to me, for I yet not understand the case myself. By your leave. Who's there that knocks? A Gentleman. No more. Yes, and a Gentlewoman's Son. That's more Than some whose Tailors are as dear as yours, Can justly boast of: what's your Lordship's pleasure? Your Lady's person, is she ready? I, to keep her Chamber. There is Gold for you, Sell me your good report. How my good name? or to report of you What I shall think is good. The Princess. Good morrow fairest, Sister your sweet hand. Good morrow Sir, you lay out too much pains For purchasing but trouble: the thankes I give, Is telling you that I am poor of thankes, And scarce can spare them.
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So, get you gone: if this pentrate, I will conſider your Muſicke the better: if it do not, it is a voyce in her eares which Horſe-haires, and Calues-guts, nor the voyce of vnpaued Eunuch to boot, can neuer amed. Heere comes the King. I am glad I was vp ſo late, for that's the reaſon I was vp ſo earely: he cannot chooſe but take this Seruice I haue done, fatherly. Good morrow to your Maieſty, and to my gracious Mother. Attend you here the doore of our ſtern daughter Will ſhe not forth? I haue aſſayl'd her with Muſickes, but ſhe vouchſafes no notice. The Exile of her Minion is too new, She hath not yet forgot him, ſome more time Muſt weare the print of his remembrance on't, And then ſhe's yours. You are moſt bound to' th' King, Who let's go by no vantages, that may Preferre you to his daughter: Frame your ſelfe To orderly ſolicity, and be friended With aptneſſe of the ſeaſon: make denials Encreaſe your Seruices: ſo ſeeme, as if You were inſpir'd to do thoſe duties which You tender to her: that you in all obey her, Saue when command to your diſmiſſion tends, And therein you are ſenſeleſſe. Senſeleſſe? Not ſo. So like you (Sir) Ambaſſadors from Rome; The one is Caius Lucius. A worthy Fellow, Albeit he comes on angry purpoſe now; But that's no fault of his: we muſt receyue him According to the Honor of his Sender, And towards himſelfe, his goodneſſe fore-ſpent on vs We muſt extend our notice: Our deere Sonne, When you haue giuen good morning to your Miſtris, Attend the Queene, and vs, we ſhall haue neede T' employ you towards this Romane. Come our Queene. If ſhe be vp, Ile ſpeake with her: if not Let her lye ſtill, and dreame: by your leaue hoa, I know her women are about her: what If I do line one of their hand, 'tis Gold Which buyes admittance (oft it doth) yea, and makes Diana's Rangers falſe themſelues, yeeld vp Their Deere to' th' ſtand o' th' Stealer: and 'tis Gold Which makes the True-man kill'd, and ſaues the Theefe: Nay, ſometime hangs both Theefe, and True-man: what Can it not do, and vndoo? I will make One of her women Lawyer to me, for I yet not vnderſtand the caſe my ſelfe. By your leaue. Who's there that knockes? A Gentleman. No more. Yes, and a Gentlewomans Sonne. That's more Then ſome whoſe Taylors are as deere as yours, Can iuſtly boaſt of: what's your Lordſhips pleaſure? Your Ladies perſon, is ſhe ready? I, to keepe her Chamber. There is Gold for you, Sell me your good report. How my good name? or to report of you What I ſhall thinke is good. The Princeſſe. Good morrow faireſt, Siſter your ſweet hand. Good morrow Sir, you lay out too much paines For purchaſing but trouble: the thankes I giue, Is telling you that I am poore of thankes, And ſcarſe can ſpare them.