Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 496 words
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Some eight; ay, ay, eight hundred Crowns a year will do't. I am desirous of no more than will Maintain my Genet, and my Dwarf. Your excuse procured, 'tis fit you now tell, How far in your defence I may engage My honour: is not your flesh a little tainted! Are you not unwholesome? O death, no; no, no, no! Do not think I have A conscience so ill bred, to put myself Upon a Lady, when unfit for the affair. Well, Captain, now with your own eyes survey Your limbs; what use can a Lady have Of you? To propagate the Cough o'th' lungs? Or beget Cripples, to people an Hospital? Or produce another Nation that may Wage fierce battle 'gainst the Cranes? Yet I can follow your bodies with rough Motion, and not shed my limbs by the way— I told ye, he'd make a jest on't. But I will kick ye in earnest,— kick ye For my exercise and warmth— till my toes Grow crooked— Pursue Valdaura, Sir. I hate these jiggeries. You know, I am material in my speech, Full of duty; you want the silken garb, That must endear you to the lady's eyes. Yet I am loving in my drink. Greet her kindly, Sir: 'tis Paradines Bride. You have not seen her since she endeavoured To increase the number of your subjects, With loss of her virginity. Rhodolinda doth so engross my love, That on other Ladies I've but little To bestow. Sir, practise but your Courtship here. In troth You must affect the amorous Cringe, gestures Smooth and pliant; it will never do else. I've heard the Queen complain, you are too rough: And what these Ladies do observe, will take A sudden flight unto her ear. Strike but Their senses gently with your tongue. Often Flatter'em, and with a vigorous breath; They'll then implore the Queen in your behalf: And, Sir, th' endeavour of their praise will soon Procure your peace. If they would soften Rhodolinda's heart, And reconcile me to her smiles, I would Grow fond, and dally then with all the Sex. Begin your trial. If you salute this, (And other Ladies too) with some impression on Their lips; with managing their fingers thus,— With seizure on her wrist; as if you had Some business with her Pulse: than you inchant. Be flexive in your smiles, and wanton like, Seek pictures in their eyes: and when they move, Then with personal conduct, guide their feet. 'Mongst them you cannot seem too cheap. They will Admire you for't, and sing your praises to The Queen. I shall be taught to spin, and starch! The engine's now compact; each wheel doth move With silent screws. The Mole's the subtle Pioneer: For when she undermines the earth, her slow Motion makes no noise. You're devout, Vauldaura. Teach me to pray: We have no leisure for't in war; and 't has Been long time out of fashion here in Court.
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Some eight; I, I, eight hundred Crownes a yeere will doe't. I am deſirous of no more then will Maintaine my Genet, and my Dwarfe. Your excuſe procur'd, tis fit you now tell, How farre in your defence I may ingage My honour: is not your fleſh a little tainted! Are you not vnwholſome? O death, no; no, no, no! Do not thinke I haue A conſcience ſo ill bred, to put my ſelfe Vpon a Lady, when vnfit for the affaire. Well, Captaine, now with your own eies ſuruay Your limmes; what vſe can a Lady haue Of you? To propagate the Cough o'th lungs? Or beget Cripples, to people an Hoſpitall? Or produce another Nation that may Wage fierce battaile 'gainſt the Cranes? Yet I can follow your bodies with rough Motion, and not ſhed my limmes by the way— I told ye, he'ld make a ieaſt on't. But I will kick ye in earneſt,—kick ye For my exerciſe and warmth—till my toes Grow crooked— Purſue Valdaura, Sir. I hate theſe Iiggeries. You know, I am materiall in my ſpeech, Full of duty; you want the ſilken garbe, That muſt indeere you to the Ladies eyes. Yet I am louing in my drinke. Greet her kindly, Sir: tis Paradines Bride. You haue not ſeene her ſince ſhe indeuour'd To increaſe the number of your ſubiects, With loſſe of her virginitie. Rhodolinda doth ſo ingroſſe my loue, That on other Ladies I'ue but little To beſtow. Sir, practiſe but your Courtſhip here. In troth You muſt affect the amorous Cringe, geſtures Smooth and pliant; it will neuer doe elſe. I'ue heard the Queene complaine, you are too rough: And what theſe Ladies doe obſerue, will take A ſudden flight vnto her eare. Strike but Their ſences gently with your tongue. Often Flatter'em, and with a vigorous breath; They'll then implore the Queene in your behalfe: And, Sir, th' indeuour of their praiſe will ſoone Procure your peace. If they would ſoften Rhodolinda's heart, And reconcile me to her ſmiles, I would Grow fond, and dally then with all the Sex. Begin your triall. If you ſalute this, (And other Ladies too) with ſome impreſſion on Their lipps; with managing their fingers thus,— With ſeyſure on her wriſt; as if you had Some buſineſſe with her Pulſe: then you inchant. Be flexiue in your ſmiles, and wanton like, Seeke pictures in their eyes: and when they moue, Then with perſonall conduct, guide their feet. 'Mongſt them you cannot ſeeme too cheape. They will Admire you for't, and ſing your prayſes to The Queene. I ſhall be taught to ſpin, and ſtarch! The engin's now compact; each wheele doth moue With ſilent ſcrewes. The Mole's the ſubtle Pioner: For when ſhe vndermines the earth, her ſlow Motion makes no noiſe. Y'are deuout, Vauldaura. Teach me to pray: We haue no leaſure for't in warre; and 't has Been long time out of faſhion here in Court.