Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Mar 11] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 491 words
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I would not, If it were possible I could attempt, Her diminution, without a taint Of foul ingratitude in myself. In this The sweetness of your temper does abuse you, And you call that a benefit to yourself Which she for her own ends conferred upon you. 'Tis yielded she gave way to your advancement: But for what cause? that she might still continue Her absolute sway, and swing o'er the whole state, And that she might to her admirers vaunt, The Empress was her creature, and the giver To be preferred before the gift. It may be. Nay 'tis most certain: whereas would you please In a true glass to look upon yourself, And view without detraction your own merits Which all men wonder at; you would find that fate, Without a second cause, appointed you To the supremest honour. For the Princess, She hath reigned long enough, and her remove Will make your entrance free to the possession Of what you were borne to, & but once resolve To build upon her ruins, leave the engines That must be used to undermine her greatness To my provision. I thank your care, But a design of such weight must not be Rashly determined of, it will exact A long and serious consultation from me. In the mean time Chrysapius rest assured I live your thankful Mistress. Is this all? Will the Physic that I ministered work no further? I have played the fool, and leaving a calm port Embarked myself on a rough sea of danger. In her silence lies my safety, which how can I Hope from a woman? but the die is thrown, And I must stand the hazard. Is Paulinus So tortured with his gout? Most miserably, And it adds much to his affliction, that The pain denies him power to wait upon Your Majesty. I pity him: he is A wondrous honest man, and what he suffers, I know will grieve my Empress. He indeed is Much bound to her gracious favour. He deserves it, She cannot find a subject upon whom She better may confer it: is the stag Safe lodged? Yes Sir, and the hounds and huntsmen ready. He will make you royal sport. He is a deer Of ten at the least. Whither will this clown? Stand back. I would zee the Emperor, why should you Courtiers Scorn a poor Countryman? we zweat at the Plough To vill your mouths, you and you curs might starue el. we prune the orchards, and you crunch she fruit; Yet still you are snarling at us. What's the matter? I would look on thy sweet face. Unmannerly swain. Zwaine, though I am a zwaine, I have a heart yet, As ready to do service for my liege, As any Princox Peacock of you all. Zookers had I one of you zingle with this twig, I would so veeze you. Will your Majesty Hear his rude language?
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I would not, If it were possible I could attempt, Her diminution, without a taint Of foule ingratitude in my selfe. In this The sweetenesse of your temper does abuse you, And you call that a benefit to your selfe Which shee for her owne endes conferr'd vpon you. 'Tis yeelded shee gaue way to your aduancement: But for what cause? that shee might still continue Her absolute sway, and swing ore the whole state, And that shee might to her admirers vaunt, The Empresse was her creature, and the giuer To bee preferr'd before the gift. It may bee. Nay 'tis most certaine: whereas would you please In a true glasse to looke vpon your selfe, And view without detraction your owne merits Which all men wonder at; you would find that fate, Without a second cause, appointed you To the supremest honor. For the Princesse Shee hath raign'd long enough, and her remoue Will make your entrance free to the possession Of what you were borne to, & but once resolue To build vpon her ruines, leaue the engines Tha must bee vs'd to vndermine her greatenes To my prouision. I thanke your care, But a designe of such waight must not be Rashly determin'd of, it will exact A long and serious consultation from mee. In the meane time Chrysapius est assur'd I liue your thankefull Mistrisse. Is this all? Will the Physick that I minister'd worke no further? I haue playd the foole, and leauing a calme pot Embarqu'd my selfe on a rough sea of danger. In her silence lies my safetie, which how can I Hope from a woman? but the die is throwne, And I must stand the hazard. Is Paulinus So tortur'd with his gowte? Most miserablie, And it ads much to his affliction, that The payne denies him power to waite vpon Your Maiestie. I pittie him: hee is A wondrous honest man, and what he suffers, I know will grieue my Empresse. Hee indeed is Much bound to her gratious fauour. Hee deserues it, Shee cannot finde a subiect vpon whom Shee better may confer it: is the stagge Safe lodg'd? Yes Sir, and the houndes and huntsmen ready. Hee will make you royall sport. Hee is a deere Of ten at the least. Whither will this clowne? Stand backe. I would zee the Emperour, why should you Courtiers Scorne a poore Countryman wee zweat at the Plough To vill your mouths, you and you curs might starue el. Wee prune the orchards, and you cranch he fruite; Yet still you are snarling at vs. What's the matter? I would looke on thy sweete face. Vnmannerly swaine. Zwaine, though I am a zwaine, I haue a heart yet, As ready to doe seruice for my leege, As any Princox Peacock of you all. Zookers had I one of you zingle with this twigge, I would so veeze you. Will your Maiestie Heare his rude language?