Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 484 words
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I am satisfied. What think you of our General? He is a man Of strange and reserved parts; But a great Soldier. His Trumpets call us, I'll forbear his Character. Tomorrow in the Senate house at large, He will express himself. I'll follow you. Nay good Chuck. I have said it; Stay at home, I cannot brook with gadding, you are a fair one, Beauty invites temptation, and short heels Are soon tripped up. Deny me, by my honour You take no pity on me. I shall swoon as soon as you are absent, ask my Man else, You know he dares not tell a lie. Indeed, You are no sooner out of sight, but she Does feel strange qualms, then sends for her young Doctor Who ministers physic to her, on her back, Her Ladyship lying as she were entranced. (I have peeped in at the key hole and observed them) And sure his Potions never fail to work, For she is so pleasant, in the taking them She tickles again. And all's to make you merry When you come home. You flatter me, I am old, And Wisdom cries beware. Old, Duck to me You are young Adonis. Well said Venus, I am sure she Vulcan's him. I will not change thee For twenty boisterous young things without Beards. These bristles give the gentlest Tittillations, And such a sweet dew flows on them, it cures My lips without Pomatum; here's a round belly, 'Tis a Down pillow to my back. I sleep So quietly by it; and this tuneable nose (Faith when you hear it not) affords such music, That I curse all night Fiddlers. This is gross, Not find she flouts him. As I live I am jealous. jealous! of me Wife? Yes, and I have reason, Knowing how lusty and active a man you are. Hum. hum! This is no cunning quean! slight, she will make him To think, that like a Stag he has cast his homes, And is grown young again. You have forgot what you did in your sleep, And when you waked called for a caudle. 'Twas in his sleep, For waking I durst trust my Mother with him. I long to see the man of war Cleora Archadamus Daughter goes, and rich Olimpa, I will not miss the show. There's no contending, For this time I am pleased, but I'll no more on't. So careless we have been, my noble Lords, In the disposing of our own affairs, And ignorant in the Art of government, That now we need a stranger to instruct us. Yet we are happy, that our neighbour Corinth (Pitying the unjust gripe Carthage would lay On Siracusa) hath vouchsafed to lend us Her man of men Timoleon to defend Our Country, and our Liberties. 'tis a favour We are unworthy of, and we may blush, Necessity compels us to receive it.
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I am satisfied. What thinke you of our Generall? He is a man Of strange and reserude parts; But a great Souldier. His Trumpets call vs, I'le forbeare his Character. To morrow in the Senate house at large, He will expresse himselfe. Ile follow you. Nay good Chucke. I haue said it; Stay at home, I cannot brooke with gadding, you are a faire one, Beauty inuites temptation, and short heeles Are soone tripd vp. Deny me, by my honour You take no pitty on me. I shall swoune Assoone as you are absent, aske my Man else, You know he dares not tell a lie. Indeed, You are no sooner out of sight, but shee Does feele strange qualmes, then sends for her young Doctor Who ministers phisicke to her, on her backe, Her Ladyship lying as she were enthranced. (I haue peeped in at the key hole and obserud them) And sure his Potions neuer faile to worke, For she is so pleasant, in the taking them She tickles againe. And alls to make you merry When you come home. You flatter me, I am old, And Wisdome cries beware. Old, Ducke to me You are young Adonis. Well said Venus, I am sure she Vulcans him. I will not change thee For twenty boistrous young things without Beards. These bristles giue the gentlest Tittillations, And such a sweet dew flowes on them, it cures My lippes without Pomatum; heres a round belly, 'Tis a Downe pillow to my backe. I sleepe So quietly by it; and this tunable nose (Faith when you heare it not) affords such musicke, That I curse all night Fidlers. This is grosse, Not finde she flouts him. As I liue I am iealous. Iealous! of me Wife? Yes, and I haue reason, Knowing how lusty and actiue a man you are. Hum, hum! This is no cunning queane! slight, she will make him To thinke, that like a Stagge he has cast his homes, And is growne young againe. You haue forgot what you did in your sleepe, And when you wakd cald for a Cawdle. 'Twas in his sleepe, For waking I durst trust my Mother with him. I long to see the man of warre Cleora Archadamus Daughter goes, and rich Olimpa, I will not misse the showe. There's no contending, For this time I am pleas'd, but I'll no more on't. So carelesse we haue beene, my noble Lords, In the disposing of our owne affaires, And ignorant in the Art of gouernment, That now we need a stranger to instruct vs. Yet we are happy, that our neighbour Corinth (Pittying the vniust gripe Carthage would lay On Siracusa) hath vouchsafed to lend vs Her man of men Timoleon to defend Our Country, and our Liberties. Tis a fauour We are vnworthy of, and we may blush, Necessity compels vs to receiue it.