Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1627 [licensed for stage, Jan 12] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 523 words
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Your Grace deals justly in your praise. They (have Spirits: but they all are useless made, By forward and affectate violence. He that spends his fury, and his strength I'th' first charge, must not hope to make's retreat, So nobly, as the modest Combatant, Whose onset slowly moves: as careful not T'outride his skill. Their valour is t'attempt. Not to perform. 'tis a giddy Nation; And never serious but in trifles. Thou dost mistake in natural effects, Where Fancy is so rich, the incident To sme u-expence. These Divulge the wealth o'th'' Brain. Fruite that is ripe Is prone to fall, or to corrupt it self. Accord to the age of Monarchies: They now are fully ripe: they reach The height, and of mortall aeuleies. Nature in them doth stand upon the verge Of her owne youth The English want Three hundred years of that perfection. And as the Moon ne'er changes but i'th' full Even so the mighty Nations of the Earth, Change in their greatest glory. First their strict And rugged discipline, to vain delights. Their solemn Marches next to wanton Jigs. Their Battles fierce to Duels splenative, Or witty quarrels of the Pen. Here may my knees take root: whilst I do grow A living Statue of true obedience, Or let my royal Master grant his pardon. Sure we may trust, the judgement of our eyes, Thou dost not look as if thou couldst commit A sin so horrid, so ugly as can fright Our mercy from us. Rise, we pardon thee. Now let us know thy crime. It is no crime Unless against that great prerogative Your ear hath overrun. Perhaps my Heart, Hath made escape through these fond Eyes. And I (I'th' rash discretion of my youthful blood) Confined myself in Matrimonial bonds. Hah! married? speak suddenly, to whom? Io my Sister. Sir pardon the permission, Or frown, and leave your creature more obscure Than when you owned him first. Now is the time To show your charity Divine. Preserve What you have made. Foreste this is ill. What confederate with ungoverned youth? But rise, we pardon you. Where's the Lady? Rare beauty!— You have our pardon, and our favour too. I thus invite more knowledge of your worth. Believe me Lady: you have a feature That would betray a more experienced Eye Then Lucio's is. Excellent wretch! with a Timorous modesty, she stifleth up Her utterance. O such a pregnant Eye! And yet I slow of speech; is a wonder More delightful, than any Nature makes. Hast thou Lucio, so much unhappy wit, As to be jealous yet? with thou suppose thyself secure in our discourse? Heaven forbid, your Grace should e'er employ Your time so ill, as to discourse with her Till grew jealous. Come hither Lady, come, confess, how chance You have bewitched my Boy with subtle smiles, With wanton hauiour of those pretty Eyes? Doth Heaven bestow such Noble ornaments, To be abused in the use: and now He is your Prisoner too, in cheerful bonds, How can you have the heart to make such spoil, And havoc of his beauty? hah! speak Lady!
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Your Grace deales iuſtly in your praiſe. They (haue Spirits: but they all are vſeleſſe made, By forward and affectate violence. He that ſpends his fury, and his ſtrength I'th' firſt charge, muſt not hope to make's retreate, So nobly, as the modeſt Combarant, Whoſe onſet ſlowly mooues: as carefull not T'outride his skill. Their vallour is t'attempt. Not to performe. T'is a giddy Nation; And neuer ſerious but in trifles. Thou doeſt miſtake in naturall effects, Where Fanc is ſo rich, the incident To ſme u-expence. Theſe Divulge the wealth oh' Braine. uite that is ripe Is prone to fall, or to ſelfe. to the e of archies: Thy now are full ripe: they reach The height, and of mortall aeuleies. Nature them doth ſtand vpon the verge Of her yuth The Engliſh want Three udred yeres of that perfection. And as the Mooe ner'e changes but i'th'full Euen ſo the mighty Nations of the Earth, Change in their greateſt glory. Firſt their ſtrict And rugged dſcipline, to vaine delights. Their ſolemne Marches next to wanton igs. Their Battailes fierce to Duells ſpleenatiue, Or witty quarrels of the Penne. Heere may my knees take root: whilſt I doe grow A liuing Statue of true obedience, Or let my royall Maſter grant his pardon. Sure we may truſt, the iudgement of our eies, Thou doſt not looke as if thou could'ſt commit A ſinne ſo horrid, ſo vgly as can fright Our mercy from vs. Riſe, we pardon thee. Now let vs know thy crime. It is no crime Vnleſſe againſt that great prerogatiue Youre eare hath ouerrune. Perhaps my Heart, Hath made eſcape through theſe fonde Eies. And I (I'th' raſh diſcretion of my youthfull blood) Confin'd my ſelfe in Matrimoniall bonds. Hah! maried? ſpeake ſuddenly, to whom? Io my Siſter. Sir pardon the permiſsion, Or frowne, and leaue your creature more obſcure Then when you own'd him firſt. Now is the time To ſhew your charity Diuine. Preſerue What you haue made. Foreſte this is ill. What confederate with vngouern'd youth? But , we pardon you. Where's the Lady? Rare beauty!— You haue our pardon, and our fauour too. I thus inuite more knowledge of your worth. Beleeue me Lady: you haue a feature That ould btray a more experienc'd Eie Then Lucio's is. Excellent wretch! with a Timerous modeſty, ſhe ſtifleth vp Her vterance. O ſuch a pregnant Eye! And yet ſlow of ſpeech; is a wonder More dightfull, then any Nature makes. Haſt thou Lucio, ſo much vnhppy witt, As to be ealous yet? with thou ſuppoſe Thy ſelfe ſcre in our diſcouſe? Heauen orbd, your Grace ſhould er'e imploy Your as to diſcourſe with her 'Till grew . Come hither Lady, come, confeſſe, how chance Yu haue bwitch'd my Boy with ſubtill ſmiles, With wanon hauiour of thoſe pretty Eies? Doth Huen beſtow ſuch Noble ornaments, To be abuſed in the vſe: and now He is your Priſoner too, in cheerefull bonds, How can you haue the heart to make ſch ſpoile, And hauock of his beauty? hah! ſpeake Lady!