Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 459 words
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Wouldst have thy Soul dismissed a natural way? I would not starve, look, like a parched Anatomy Sowed in a Kidskin. Pay your debts, Sir! I never met with boldness, until now! My courage is quite puzzled! Do your ears blister to hear this? My breath is Wholesome. I cannot tipple like a Duck In a green Pool. Nor feed on Berries in A Hedge, like some lost remnant o' my fathers Scattered lust. Sir, pay your debts! Sure, thou art some spirit! I cannot kill thee! In this division of the Lands, I helped To conquer; I am not furnished with A Molehill for a pillow. Hermegild sat chief in the Committee For division of those Lands: bid him reward Your service: beside, I mistake the custom, Or 'tis my treasurer's office to pay My debts, not mine. No Sir, (thanks to your Royal thrift) it is Your office to pay all; your treasurer's Custom to pay nothing. Do not interrupt my marriage Rites! I cannot take your reference for payment. Would thou wert dead! Sir, I'll make my Ghost, my Executor, And walk after death, ere I'll lose my money. Sit, my Rhodolinda: This is thy Sphere! In th'absence of the Sun, we must receive Our light from thee. Paradine, thy Bride expects Thy service. Sh'as an ill bargain on't, to rule one night, And ever after to obey. Captain, though the King be prompt in mercy, Yet hath he so much anger in him, As will express him mortal. 'tis for your Safety, to avoid the Presence. I'll bribe your Lordship with a Ginny Toothpick! You must repent this language. He must not, Hermegild! How, my Lord! These whom you number in your faction, Enjoy, by your assistance, proud structures; And fertile Granges, to maintain their gaudy Riot. Sir, you had a frail memory, Or a degenerate heart, when you forgot His merit; might you incorporate those in one, The sordid bulk could ne'er make up his shadow. I am prescribed my discipline in Court! Grimold, away! 'tis my desire you leave The Presence. I am obedient (Sir) to your desire. 'Slight, thou hast made a brave retreat. I looked when both of us should taste Of immortality. He that inflamed this fire, will scorch his busy Fingers. My Lord, it was unkindly done T'affront my anger thus: but I have hope It is your last fault. I cannot reckon it among my faults. Sir, you involve your meaning in your speech. The world shall find me honest. You are a Bridegroom now. Hermegild, make your anger known, For else your frowns will cause your loyalty To be suspected. This night should be as smooth And pleasant, as that to which we owe our blessed Nativity.
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Wouldſt haue thy Soule diſmiſſed a naturall way? I would not ſtarue, looke, like a parch'd Anotamy Sow'd in a Kid-skin. Pay your debts, Sir! I neuer met with boldneſſe, vntill now! My courage is quite puzled! Do your eares bliſter to heare this? My breath is Wholſome. I cannot tipple like a Duck In a greene Poole. Nor feed on Berries in A Hedge, like ſome loſt remnant o' my fathers Scatterd luſt. Sir, pay your debts! Sure, thou art ſome ſpirit! I cannot kill thee! In this diuiſion of the Lands, I help'd To conquer; I am not furniſh'd with A Mole-hill for a pillow. Hermegild ſat chiefe in the Committee For diuiſion of thoſe Lands: bid him reward Your ſeruice: beſides, I miſtake the cuſtome, Or tis my Treaſurers office to pay My debts, not mine. No Sir, (thanks to your Royall thrift) it is Your office to pay all; your Treaſurers Cuſtome to pay nothing. Do not interrupt my marriage Rites! I cannot take your reference for paiment. Would thou wert dead! Sir, Ile make my Ghoſt, my Executor, And walke after death, ere Ile loſe my mony. Sit, my Rhodolinda: This is thy Spheare! In th'abſence of the Sunne, we muſt receiue Our light from thee. Paradine, thy Bride expects Thy ſeruice. Sh'as an ill bargaine on't, to rule one night, And euer after to obey. Captaine, though the King be prompt in mercy, Yet hath he ſo much anger in him, As will expreſſe him mortall. Tis for your Safety, to auoid the Preſence. Ile bribe your Lordſhip with a Ginny Toothpick! You muſt repent this language. He muſt not, Hermegild! How, my Lord! Theſe whom you number in your faction, Enioy, by your aſſiſtance, proud ſtructures; And fertill Granges, to maintaine their gaudy Riot. Sir, you had a fraile memory, Or a degenerate heart, when you forgot His merit; might you incorporate thoſe in one, The ſordid bulke could nere make vp his ſhadow. I am preſcrib'd my diſcipline in Court! Grimold, away! Tis my deſire you leaue The Preſence. I am obedient (Sir) to your deſire. 'Slight, thou haſt made a braue retreat. I look'd when both of vs ſhould taſte Of immortalitie. He that inflam'd this fire, will ſcorch his buſie Fingers. My Lord, it was vnkindly done T'affront my anger thus: but I haue hope It is your laſt fault. I cannot reckon it among my faults. Sir, you inuolue your meaning in your ſpeech. The world ſhall finde me honeſt. You are a Bridegroome now. Hermegild, make your anger knowne, For elſe your frownes will cauſe your loyaltie To be ſuſpected. This night ſhould be as ſmooth And pleaſant, as that to which we owe our bleſs'd Natiuitie.