Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Oct 2] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 494 words
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Think on the frailty of The flesh; and be not long unmerciful— Sister! Madam! Away; I come, I come. The Milan Count (my Suitor) is arrived. Signior Dandolo! Why 'tis yet a month Ere he should meet your expectation here. 'tis he Madam, and such a he as must Be only likened to himself. More rich, And gaudy than the East. So liberal too, That you would think he Natures Steward were. He gives amongst my slaves, as if unto Ambassadors he did cast Donatives. Milk him (my Charintha) oft I have preached Unto thine Ear a sovereignty o'er man. Take all he gives, it's princely fashion now. Could but thy acceptation beggar him, Thy little wit were ever magnified. You know I am o'th' wits, I have been sworn To beggar Suitors, and jeer my husband. Which is the Lady that I come to woo? My name's Charintha— Present me thy Lips! I say advance— You are not understood— My Lord, I scarcely own desert enough T'entice this jewel from your Cabinet. A Stone, a Stone! the thing grows, I've enough— So free? I am Charintha's Sister Sir— It may be so. A fine house, fine Town too! Were Florence mine, I would not give it for The best winter Seat my father left me. 'tis Sir, th'ambition of my love, that you Would know me for Charintha's Sister!— I shall. Rossa, remember it! My Lord! I must know her for Charintha's Sister. Is there no trick in ceremony Sir, To give your memory a better hint? Kiss none but thee! A device i'th' blood! but Princes have one toy or other still, t'make Their descent known.— There, a Diamond that, And that a Ruby.— What means your Lordship? theyare none of mine. I have enough, wear'em— Your Lordship binds my great acknowledgement. I'th' leisure of a wink, he'll give away An Empire. I'm Charintha's woman Sir— Who can help it? Mistress, wilt thou not bid My servants welcome? theyare rich Choughs, th'ave store Of Villages, and ploughed Earth. Their judgement is So kind (Sir) as to know they may command The house. We thank your Ladyship. This is my Parasite, and this my Pimp. I've a Fool, a Dwarf too at home. I made My jaunt too early by a month, or else My Train had been enlarged. theyare rarely fixed, If they import as much as you denominate. I keep my parasite to cure the dull Melancholy of State. He does admire My wit and Beard. He says I cannot sin. PRINCE's would still be sad out for such worms. But how (Sir) does your Pimp adhere to use? He is as pertinent to Lords as lust. My Fool I keep to laugh at me. My Dwarf Is for my wife. I do intend she shall Affect the Court, and then she'll quickly learn. To make the Toy useful. My Lord, be pleased To walk, and use th'advantage of the Air.
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Thinke on the frailtie of The fleſh; and be not long vnmercifull— Siſter! Madam! Away; I come, I come. The Millaine Count (my Sutor) is ariu'd. Signior Dandolo! Why 'tis yet a month Ere he ſhould meet your expectation heere. Tis he Madam, and ſuch a he as muſt Be onely likened to himſelfe. More rich, And gaudie then the Eaſt. So lib'rall too, That you would thinke he Natures Steward were. He giues amongſt m ſlaues, as if vnto Embaſſadours he did caſt Donatiues. Milke him (my Charintha) oft I haue preach'd Vnto thine Eare a ſou'raigntie ore man. Take all he giues, it's princely faſhion now. Could but thy acceptation begger him, Thy little wit were euer magnifi'd. You know I am o'th'wits, I haue bin ſworne To begger Sutors, and ieere my husband. Which is the Ladie that I come to wooe? My name's Charintha— Preſent me thy Lips! I ſay aduance — You are not vnderſtood— My Lord, I ſcarcely owne deſert enough T'intice this Iewell from your Cabinet. A Stone, a Stone! the thing growes, I'ue enow— So free? I am Charintha's Siſter Sir— It may be ſo. A fine houſe, fine Towne too! Were Florence mine, I would not giue it for The beſt winter Seate my father left me. Tis Sir, th'ambition of my loue, that you Would know me for Charintha's Siſter!— I ſhall. Roſſa, remember it! My Lord! I muſt know her for Charintha's Siſter. Is there no tricke in ceremonie Sir, To giue your memorie a better hint? Kiſſe none but thee! A deuice i'th'blood! but Princes haue one toy or other ſtill, t'make Their deſcent knowne. — There, a Diamond that, And that a Ruby.— What meanes your Lordſhip? Th'are none of mine. I haue enow, weare'em— Your Lordſhip binds my great acknowledgement. I'th leaſure of a winke, he'le giue away An Empire. I'm Charintha's woman Sir— Who can helpe it? Miſtreſſe, wilt thou not bid My ſeruants welcome? Th'are rich Choughs, th'aue ſtore Of Villages, and plough'd Earth. Their iudgement is So kind (Sir) as to know they may command The houſe. We thanke your Ladiſhip. This is my Paraſite, and this my Pimpe. I'ue a Foole, a Dwarfe too at home. I made My iaunt too early by a month, or elſe My Traine had beene enlarg'd. Th'are rarely fix'd, If they import as much as you denominate. I keepe my paraſite to cure the dull Melancholy of State. He does admire My wit and Beard. He ſayes I cannot ſinne. Princes would ſtill be ſad out for ſuch worrmes. But how (Sir) does your Pimpe adhere to vſe? He is as pertinent to Lords as luſt. My Foole I keepe to laugh at me. My Dwarfe Is for my wife. I doe intend ſhe ſhall Affect the Court, and then ſhe'le quickly learne. To make the Toy vſefull. My Lord, be pleaſd To walke, and vſe th'aduantage of the Aire.