Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 495 words
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That's indeed a clear symptom of famine. I've eaten nothing this month but raw air, And that gives but weak nourishment to age. It is my wonder, in a State so rich As ours, a climate still befriended thus By nature (flourishing with hopeful Springs, And Summers choked with wealth) a Soldier should Be forced to make his hunger a disease. A prodigy unparalleled, that want Should e'er occasion such a dangerous fast. Wast not devotion made him thus abstain From meat? Pure want, Sir, I know small devotion, I. For though I fast much, I pray as little As most Christians of my Calling. He must be sent unto some Hospital, There eat warmth broths, till he recover health: And then I will procure him from the State Some thrifty pension, to maintain the short Remainder of his life in sober works. He shall sing Hymns, and pray to the kind Saints In a blue gown. Alas, Sir, I am grown so hoarse, the Saints Can hardly hear my Orisons. He will prove (my Lord) a chargeable Cure: For the Physicians do prescribe him nought For medicine, but Aurum-Palpabile. The Elixir of Gold would surely much Assuage the grief in my stomach— He must needs be hungry, that like th'ostrich Can digest Metal. The King for his last services remains His debtor six thousand Ducats. My Lord, You shall express much charity, if you Procure it in a sudden payment. The same will Defray his sickness charge, and maintain him Well in's health. Your Lordship shall engage us then to drown Your chief Title in the best Grape. we'll drink Your health, until we raise the price of wine. Let him continue there his seat. Perhaps They (whom I shall straight conduct this way) Will so commiserate his want, that he Will soon relieve't, though he increase his own. There is some Art in this, which I must needs Discover, or forfeit my pains. The Fiend is gone! Will all the vast accruements I project From this disguise, convert into The slender purchase of an Hospital? Thou turn Votary? He'll pray in no language but the High-Dutch, The angry Tongue, which seems to threaten more, Then implore. Six thousand Ducats for a Mansion in An hospital, no bigger than a coffin: Where like Carthusians, we must feed, not to Prevent hunger, but to hinder lust. Princes May easily pay their debts, when they enforce Their Creditors to buy Titles and Place At their own rates. Hark! there's somebody approaching hither. 'tis no safe game to sport with Kings. I'll be gone. Grimold, now trust to your own performance, I may have use for my ears, I would not Yet leave them in the Pillory. Gondibert, Vollterri! forsake the storm Ere ye are wet? Weasels! Monkeys! Dogs! madam, you are now fully satisfied i'th' intention of this visit. I wish You'd be as free, and sportive with him, as Your modesty will give you leave.
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That's indeed a cleere ſymptome of famine. I'ue eaten nothing this moneth but raw ayre, And that giues but weake nouriſhment to age. It is my wonder, in a State ſo rich As ours, a climate ſtill befriended thus By nature (flouriſhing with hopefull Springs, And Summers chok'd with wealth) a Souldier ſhould Be forc'd to make his hunger a diſeaſe. A prodigie vnparaleld, that want Should e're occaſion ſuch a dangerous faſt. Waſt not deuotion made him thus abſtaine From meate? Pure want, Sir, I know ſmall deuotion, I. For though I faſt much, I pray as little As moſt Chriſtians of my Calling. He muſt be ſent vnto ſome Hoſpitall, There eate warmth broths, till he recouer health: And then I will procure him from the State Some thrifty penſion, to maintaine the ſhort Remainder of his life in ſober works. He ſhall ſing Hymnes, and pray to the kind Saints In a blue gowne. Alas, Sir, I am growne ſo hoarce, the Saints Can hardly heare my Orizons. He will prooue (my Lord) a chargeable Cure: For the Phyſicions do preſcribe him nought For med'cine, but Aurum-Palpabile. The Elixir of Gold would ſurely much Aſſwage the griefe in my ſtomacke— He muſt needs be hungry, that like th'Oſtridge Can digeſt Metall. The King for his laſt ſeruices remaines His debtor ſixe thouſand Duckats. My Lord, You ſhall expreſſe much charity, if you Procure it in a ſudden payment. The ſame will Defray his ſickneſſe charge, and maintaine him Well in's health. Your Lordſhip ſhall ingage vs then to drowne Your chiefe Title in the beſt Grape. Wee'le drinke Your health, vntill we raiſe the price of wine. Let him continue there his ſeate. Perhaps They (whom I ſhall ſtraight conduct this way) Will ſo commiſerate his want, that he Will ſoone relieue't, though he increaſe his owne. There is ſome Arte in this, which I muſt needs Diſcouer, or forfeit my paines. The Fiend is gone! Will all the vaſt accruements I proiect From this diſguize, conuert into The ſlender purchaſe of an Hoſpitall? Thou turne Votary? He'le pray in no language but the High-Dutch, The angry Tongue, which ſeemes to threaten more, Then implore. Six thouſand Duckats for a Manſion in An hoſpitall, no bigger then a coffin: Where like Carthuſians, we muſt feed, not to Preuent hunger, but to hinder luſt. Princes May eaſily pay their debts, when they inforce Their Creditors to buy Titles and Place At their owne rates. Harke! there's ſomebody approaching hither. Tis no ſafe game to ſport with Kings. I'le be gon. Grimold, now truſt to your owne performance, I may haue vſe for my eares, I would not Yet leaue them in the Pillory. Gondibert, Vollterri! forſake the ſtorme Ere ye are wet? Weezels! Monkeys! Dogs! Madame, you are now fully ſatisfied Ith'intention of this viſit. I wiſh You'ld be as free, and ſportiue with him, as Your modeſty will giue you leaue.