Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 488 words
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Good King, pay me. I love thy Grace: And will fight for thee, whilst I've motion left To stir a feather. My want constrains me to't. By this hand, I'm fain to eat Bran and Parsley Like a tame Rabbit. Lend me your ear, Captain! You'll entice me now t'enter into bond? You look indeed like a young heir. Well, Sir, Value me according to my true rate. I am your friend. You make ill choice of hours For help of your design. The King hath now Sad and tumultuous thoughts about his heart. Great men are always sad, when they should pay Their debts. Sir, you interpret ill. Grow more sober, Then challenge all my power in your behalf. He that receives a kindness from the Devil, Shall be sure to lose by his gains. Captain, you should choose a luckier minute: The King is now in love. With whom? With the Queen. In love with his own wife! that's held incest In Court: variety is more luscious. Be powerful in thy speech, my Paradine, Yet gentle too. She is the Star that rules My faculties. The Queen will bless your temperance, & repent. Hermegild is too busy: he must be more At leisure, and I more active. Hermegild, wear thy senses near us— Your Majesty has a frail memory To forget me so soon— You'll forfeit me, and the king's mercy! away! 'tis no piece of unkindness to wish thee In hell, for all thy friends dwell there. thoust none Upon the earth. Gentlemen will you be open to me? In all parts, Sir, but our purses. Draw near! let us communicate our hearts! Does not that wealth, which you disburse for powders, Perfumes, clothes, and physic for the face, Return with gain? Expound your Riddle, Sir. Have you not each a Mistress that maintains You in expense and riot? Hah? Fame gives It out, you smooth Gallants are much obliged Unto the sins of Ladies. Conrad can prattle somewhat, Sir, to that Purpose. Good faith you do me wrong. I've worn, Sir, A Lady's slipper in my hat, or so. Frollo is the man that gets their Pendants, Armlets, Rings, and all the Toys of value. Excuse me, sir, not I. Signior Cunymond Has all the voice at Court. We know, Sir, when, And where, a certain Duchess, Sir; You copulate with Titles, you. The Heralds are your Bawds. Hold! grow particular in such a Theme as this! Well, Gentlemen, I must be furnished too. With a Mistress? Yes, inquire me out some old Land-Carack. I am content to stretch my loins for a Pension. At what rate do you value yourself? I was never pawned, Sir. How, Captain! In this lean age, we value all things According to the rate, they pawn for. But we must know, how much you would receive In price of your activity? You must never stray after fresh pasture.
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Good King, pay me. I loue thy Grace: And will fight for thee, whilſt I'ue motion left To ſtirre a feather. My want conſtraines me to't. By this hand, I'm faine to eate Branne and Parſley Like a tame Rabbit. Lend me your eare, Captaine! You'll intice me now t'enter into bond? You look indeed like a young heire. Well, Sir, Valew me according to my true rate. I am your friend. You make ill choice of howers For helpe of your deſigne. The King hath now Sad and tumultuous thoughts about his heart. Great men are alwayes ſad, when they ſhould pay Their debts. Sir, you interpret ill. Grow more ſober, Then challenge all my power in your behalfe. He that receiues a kindnes from the Diuell, Shall bee ſure to loſe by his gaines. Captaine, you ſhould chuſe a luckier minute: The King is now in loue. With whom? With the Queene. In loue with his owne wife! that's held inceſt In Court: varietie is more luſcious. Be powerfull in thy ſpeech, my Paradine, Yet gentle too. She is the Starre that rules My faculties. The Queen will bleſſe your temperance, & repent. Hermegild is too buſie: he muſt be more At leaſure, and I more actiue. Hermegild, weare thy ſences neere vs— Your Maieſty has a fraile memory To forget me ſo ſoone— You'll forfeit me, and the Kings mercy! away! Tis no piece of vnkindneſſe to wiſh thee In hell, for all thy friends dwell there. Th'aſt none Vpon the earth. Gentlemen will you be open to me? In all parts, Sir, but our purſes. Draw neere! let vs communicate our hearts! Does not that wealth, which you disburſe for powders, Perfumes, clothes, and phyſicke for the face, Returne with gaine? Expound your Riddle, Sir. Haue you not each a Miſtreſſe that maintaines You in expence and riot? Hah? Fame giues It out, you ſmooth Gallants are much oblig'd Vnto the ſinnes of Ladies. Conrade can prattle ſomewhat, Sir, to that Purpoſe. Good faith you do me wrong. I'ue worne, Sir, A Ladies ſlipper in my hat, or ſo. Frollo is the man that gets their Pendants, Armelets, Rings, and all the Toyes of valew. Excuſe me, ſir, not I. Signior Cunymond Has all the voyce at Court. We know, Sir, when, And where, a certaine Dutcheſſe, Sir; You copulate with Titles, you. The Heralds are your Bawds. Hold! grow particular in ſuch a Theame as this! Well, Gentlemen, I muſt be furniſh'd too. With a Miſtreſſe? Yes, inquire me out ſome old Land-Carack. I am content to ſtretch my loynes for a Penſion. At what rate doe you valew your ſelfe? I was neuer pawn'd, Sir. How, Captaine! In this leane age, we valew all things According to the rate, they pawne for. But we muſt know, how much you would receiue In price of your actiuitie? You muſt neuer ſtray after freſh paſture.