Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 504 words
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I fear I make some breach of duty with Your Excellence, to hinder thus The passage of your Royal thoughts. You teach me now, t'excuse my own abrupt Demeanour; but I can do't. My harsh Queen (Whom the perspicuous Eye of heaven forgive) Doth much mistake the posture of my limbs, And gesture of my tongue among your Sex. I never use, like rugged Polypheme, To dandle Cubs. Thus, I can gently touch A lady's lips— yet make no battery on Her teeth. Was it not an airy pressure? Tell my proud Queen, I've lost my Iron garb, And now am grown thus fond and smooth. O Royal Sir, her cruelty hath put My eyes unto th'expense of many tears. ay, but in vain! Those clouds must weep apace, That mean to penetrate the Marble, or The Flint. I wear no Gauntlet on my hand, Why should you think that I would bruise Your fingers with my touch— Is this Paradine's Garden? I Madam, and your Excellence may find A sudden growth, in all that shadows us. Hah I look there! What is 't your eyes so eagerly discern? The King! How sportful he is grown? how full Of amorous game and dalliance? I spy Valdaura there: but is that the King? Thou dost inquire, t'affront my sight. You must inform the Queen of this: Say, I Am smooth, and musical, and trim, and that I talk no more of war, nor drink. 'tis my duty to urge all circumstance, That may credit you in her esteem. It is a piece of courtship to salute At parting— Is that a safe conjunction in so hot a climate! Hell and death! What raw discipline is this? I should conduct her in her way— So violent in pursuit of your game? Let's follow, Hermegild? Not for all the Sun beholds in's journey Through the world— Why? be nimble in thy speech! It shows but silly art in industry, To seek what you would not find. I pray thee grow particular! Dost think They purpose aught i'th' dark? or, was this same But ceremonious form! such a greeting As courtship will admit in public interview? The King was never given to compliment, You know. As for Valdaura— What of her? I think that she is chaste, but— Do not involve thy language thus In periods of suspense. I wish the King had not deserved to be Deprived of your soft embraces, than He might have kept his constitution tame. O, is it so? It ill becomes the garb of Majesty, To run thus neighing (like a riotous Horse) After each female that he spies. Why, does he use it? Madam, you question me, as if what I Declare, were to your knowledge new and strange. By heaven and so it is. O my officious Soul! must it be my crime To give the information up? would I Had known the King was here, you should have made Another path, your walk. Hermegild, you did misspend that breath.
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I feare I make ſome breach of duty with Your Excellence, to hinder thus The paſſage of your Royall thoughts. You teach me now, t'excuſe my owne abrupt Demeanour; but I can doe't. My harſh Queene (Whom the perſpicuous Eye of heauen forgiue) Doth much miſtake the poſture of my limmes, And geſture of my tongue among your Sex. I neuer vſe, like rugged Polypheame, To dandle Cubs. Thus, I can gently touch A Ladies lips—yet make no battery on Her teeth. Was it not an ayrie preſſure? Tell my proud Queene, I'ue loſt my Iron garbe, And now am growne thus fond and ſmooth. O Royall Sir, her cruelty hath put My eyes vnto th'expence of many teares. I, but in vaine! Thoſe clouds muſt weep apace, That meane to penetrate the Marble, or The Flint. I weare no Gauntlet on my hand, Why ſhould you thinke that I would bruiſe Your fingers with my touch— Is this Paradines Garden? I Madam, and your Excellence may finde A ſudden growth, in all that ſhadowes vs. Hah I looke there! What is 't your eyes ſo eagerly diſcerne? The King! How ſportfull he is growne? how full Of amarous game and dalliance? I ſpie Valdaura there: but is that the King? Thou doſt inquire, t'affront my ſight. You muſt informe the Queene of this: Say, I Am ſmooth, and muſicall, and trim, and that I talke no more of warre, nor drinke. Tis my duty to vrge all circumſtance, That may credit you in her eſteeme. It is a piece of courtſhip to ſalute At parting— Is that a ſafe coniunction in ſo hot a climate! Hell and death! VVhat raw diſcipline is this? I ſhould conduct her in her way— So violent in purſuit of your game? Let's follow, Hermegild? Not for all the Sunne beholds in's iourney Through the world— VVhy? be nimble in thy ſpeech! It ſhewes but ſilly art in induſtry, To ſeeke what you would not finde. I pre thee grow particular! Doſt thinke They purpoſe ought ith' darke? or, was this ſame But ceremonious forme! ſuch a greeting As courtſhip will admit in publike interuiew? The King was neuer giuen to complement, You know. As for Valdaura— What of her? I thinke that ſhe is chaſte, but— Doe not inuolue thy language thus In periods of ſuſpence. I wiſh the King had not deſeru'd to be Depriu'd of your ſoft imbraces, then He might haue kept his conſtitution tame. O, is it ſo? It ill becomes the garbe of Maieſty, To run thus neighing (like a riotous Horſe) After each female that he ſpies. VVhy, does he vſe it? Madam, you queſtion me, as if what I Declare, were to your knowledge new and ſtrange. By heauen and ſo it is. O my officious Soule! muſt it be my crime To giue the information vp? would I Had knowne the King was here, you ſhould haue made Another path, your walke. Hermegild, you did mis-ſpend that breath.