Marmion, Shackerley · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [Dec] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 475 words
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ne'er fear it Sir. 'Tis well, speak for thyself, Girl. If I do not, let me be turned to ashes, And they be buried in an urn so shallow, That boys may piss into it, let me deal In nothing else but making Sugar Cakes, Ointments, and Dentifrices: Let me serve Seven years' Apprenticeship, and learn nothing else, But to preserve and candy. Let me marry With a Pedant, and have no other dowry Than an old cast French-hood. Let me live The scorn of Chambermaids, and after all. Turn a dry-nurse. You shall have trophies, wenches, Set up for you, in honour of your wits, More than Herculean pillars, to advance Your Fame to a non ultra, that whoever Shall read your history, may not attempt To go beyond it. Well, prepare yourselves To entertain him. Faith you need not doubt them, To manage the business. Let us alone. We leave the charge to your discretion. MAdam, in troth this grief does not become you, 'Tis an ill dressing for so good a face, Yet you pursue it with such eagerness, As if you were ambitiously sad. 'Tis some invincible malignity Makes her untractable, deaf to all comfort. What might I guess the cause of this disaster? Her Monkey and her Dog are both in health, I thank my providence, only her Monkey Is a little costive, but I'll physic him: Sure her intelligence arrived too late, About the last new fashion, or the crime Lies in the Sempster, or it must needs be Some other grand solecism in her tailor. What if it prove a Capital offence, Committed by the tirewoman? but I believe Some scurvy Lady put it in her head, To practise a State melancholy, that first Begins in an imperious revolt, And frowning, and contempt of her own husband, And what she might recover by the Law In case of separation, or a nullity, Which she already has took counsel of: Come it is so. Nay tell me now, Quartilla, Can I behold the current of that love Should flow to me with a prodigious course, Run back to his own head, to have a husband That should grow old in admiration Of the rare choice he made in me, at last, As if there were a barrenness and want Of my perfections, dote upon himself? I could plot against him? Prithee Quartilla, How long hast thou been chaste? This chastity Is quite out of date, a mere obsolete thing, Clean out of use, since I was first a Maid, Why do I say a Maid? let Iuno plague me, If I remember it, for I began Betimes, and so progressed from less to bigger, From boys to Lads, and as I grew in years, I writ my Venery in a larger volume. Where's my brother? With his Tutor forsooth
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Nere feare it Sir. 'Tis well, ſpeake for thy ſelfe, Girle. If I doe not, let me be turnd to aſhes, And they be buried in an vrne ſo ſhallow, That boyes may piſſe into it, let me deale In nothing elſe but making Sugar Cakes, Oyntments, and Dentifrices: Let me ſerue Seven yeares Apprentiſhip, and learne nothing elſe, But to preſerue and candy. Let me marry With a Pedant, and have no other dowry Than an old caſt French-hood. Let me liue The ſcorne of Chambermaids, and after all. Turne a dry-nurſe. You ſhall haue trophies, wenches, Set up for you, in honour of your wits, More then Herculean pillers, to advance Your Fame to a non ultra, that who euer Shall read your hiſtory, may not attempt To goe beyond it. Well, prepare your ſelues To entertaine him. Faith you need not doubt them, To manage the buſineſſe. Let us alone. We leaue the charge to your diſcretion. MAdam, in troth this griefe does not become you, 'Tis an ill dreſſing for ſo good a face, Yet you purſue it with ſuch eagerneſſe, As if you were ambitiouſly ſad. 'Tis ſome invincible malignitie Makes her untractable, deafe to all comfort. What might I ghſſe the cauſe of this diſaſter? Her Monkey and her Dog are both in health, I thanke my providence, onely her Monkey Is a little coſtiue, but I'll phyſicke him: Sure her intelligence arriv'd too late, About the laſt new faſhion, or the crime Lies in the Sempſter, or it muſt needs be Some other grand ſoleciſme in her Taylor. What if it proue a Capitall offence, Committed by the tire-woman? but I beleeue Some skiruy Ladie put it in her head, To practiſe a State melancholy, that firſt Begins in an imperious revolt, And frowning, and contempt of her owne husband, And what ſhe might recover by the Law In caſe of ſeparation, or a nullity, Which ſhe already has tooke counſell of: Come it is ſo. Nay tell me now, Quartilla, Can I behold the current of that loue Should flow to me with a prodigious courſe, Runne backe to his owne head, to haue a husband That ſhould grow old in admiration Of the rare choyce he made in me, at laſt, As if there were a barrenneſſe and want Of my perfections, dote upon himſelfe? I could plot againſt him? Pre'thee Quartilla, How long haſt thou beene chaſte? This chaſtity Is quite out of date, a meere obſolete thing, Cleane out of uſe, ſince I was firſt a Mayd, Why doe I ſay a Maid? let Iuno plague me, If I remember it, for I began Betimes, and ſo progreſt from leſſe to bigger, From boyes to Lads, and as I grew in yeares, I writ my Venery in a larger volume. Where's my brother? With his Tutor forſooth