Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Oct 2] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 492 words
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Unless you are an ostrich, Sir, and can Digest steel, cool your lungs, and calmly wait Th'inquiry I shall urge. Hence, and be dead! Molard, reveal how long thou hast been Pimp, To the family of the Dandolos? About some thirty years (Sir.) I've procured Both time and place, for your good Father's game, Ere since he was capable of woman. He used the Trade (Sir) in his infancy. I scare could walk, when I began't: the first I brought him was my Nurse. Canst point, at aught He did some two and twenty years ago? Distinctly Sir. I know that Gentleman, He was got, on a Tripewife of Lucca. O th'action of my father's loins! My lord? I'm an old Jew at Genealogies. This fellow's descent I know now, and where He took 's creation too. By chance thus have I met forty of my Father's Bastards. theyare poor, and put me oft to charge. Brother, Welcome.— Rossa, give him a Quardecus. Bid Kings wind silk, and PRINCE's measure oats. Your train of Parasite, Pimp, Fool and Dwarf, Speak you at first, to be the true young Lord. Yet th'other has some marks, that do belong Unto a Count, o'th' last edition too: D'you think y'are the Count? I do, think it, Sir. Thought's free. He should be a Venetian, Byth' wit, and policy of his courage. Beauties, were your hands clean, they should be killed 〈◊〉. Bold illegitimate. Sir,— you shall know, No man ere got me, but my own Father. Besognia speak in my behalf; I'll give Thee a Pearl then, big as a pompion. Which, when your Lordship does, I'll return ye A pointed Diamond, big as a Steeple. yon thrifty counterfeit, has much perplexed Your servant's wit. My Lord. let's in, and jeer. Slow method fools obey. To th' stars advance His head, who thus resists the power of Chance. Like to my Genius he doth move about The house. Our souls are surely near allied— Calls he her, his concubine? By this hand There's not a Prince in all the East, has such Another. This Altamont still gripes'em In the flank; he knows to choose his cattle. Be thou pleased, O young and wholesome Lady! The Garden (Signior) doth contain more walks, As pensative in shade as this. I do Beseech you, change your path, and leave me here. The fumes of spicery? you must not now— My vows have promised you the ample truth Of my intelligence. Behold, whom there, Sciolto keeps in amorous whisper. Hah, Scoperta! Libidinous Girl, what makes She with that Horse? Shall I disturb their speech? No, let'em Knit and generate; my words Shall never penetrate her Ear until I am revenged for what my Eyes have seen. There is a general tainture in the Sex. She is proscribed, I've filled her in the List With those that taste tonight a bitter fate. Away, away. This object ruins all My faculties.
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Vnleſſe you are an Eſtridge, Sir, and can Digeſt ſteele, coole your lungs, and calmely wayt Th'inquiry I ſhall vrge. Hence, and be dead! Molard, reueale how long thou haſt bin Pimpe, To the family of the Dandolos? About ſome thirty yeeres (Sir.) I'ue procur'd Both time and place, for your good Fathers game, Ere ſince he was capable of woman. He vſd the Trade (Sir) in his infancy. I ſcare could walke, when I began't: the firſt I brought him was my Nurſe. Canſt point, at ought He did ſome two and twenty yeeres agoe? Diſtinctly Sir. I know that Gentleman, He was got, on a Tripewife of Lucca. O th'action of my fathers loynes! My lord? I'm an old ew at Genealogies. This fellowes deſcent I know now, and where He tooke 's creation too. By chance thus haue I met forty of my Fathers Baſtards. Th'are poore, and put me oft to charge. Brother, Welcome.— Roſſa, giue him a Quardecuſ. Bid Kings winde ſilke, and Princes meaſure oats. Your trayne of Paraſite, Pimpe, Foole and Dwarfe, Speake you at firſt, to be the true yong Lord. Yet th'other has ſome markes, that doe belong Vnto a Count, o'th laſt edition too: D'you thinke y'are the Count? I doe, thinke it, Sir. Thought's free. He ſhould be a Venetian, By'th' wit, and policy of his courage. Beauties, were you hands cleane, they ſhould be kil . Bold illegitimate. Sir, —you ſhall know, No man ere got me, but my owne Father. Beſognia ſpeake in my behalfe; I'le giue Thee a Pearle then, big as a Pompeon. Which, when your Lordſhip does, Ile returne ye A pointed Diamond, big as a Steeple. Y'on thrifty counterfet, has much perplex'd Your ſeruants wit. My Lord. Lets in, and ieere. Slow method fooles obey. To th' ſtars aduance His head, who thus reſiſts the power of Chance. Like to my Genius he doth mooue about The houſe. Our ſoules are ſurely neere ally'd— Cals he her, his concubine? By this hand There's not a Prince in all the Eaſt, has ſuch Another. This Altamont ſtill gripes'em In the flanke; he knowes to chuſe his cattell. Be thou pleas'd, O yong and wholeſome Lady! The Garden (Signior) doth containe more walks, As penſatiue in ſhade as this. I doe Beſeech you, change your path, and leaue me heere. The fumes of ſpicery? you muſt not now — My vowes haue promis'd you the ample truth Of my intelligence. Behold, whom there, Sciolto keepes in amorous whiſper. Hah, Scoperta! Libid'nous Girle, what makes She with that Horſe? Shall I diſturbe their ſpeech? No, let'em Knit and generate; my words Shall neuer penetrate her Eare vntill I am reueng'd for what my Eyes haue ſeene. There is a generall tainture in the Sex. She is proſcrib'd, I'ue fil'd her in the Liſt With thoſe that taſte to Night a bitter fate. Away, away. This obiect ruines all My faculties.