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 · 502 words
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We have been always bent to your worships will And forward to help you on at all times. Come, you are good wenches. Truly sir you know, I keep as good creatures at livery, And as cheap too, as any poor sinner Of my profession. Hast thou ere a morsel, That is not tainted, or fly blown? Indeed I have So much ado to keep my family sound, You would wonder at it: and such as are so, They are taken up presently. But I have one, I dare commend to you, for wind and limb. Come, let me have her then. Please you walk in, sir. Its strange there is no more attendance given, To usher in a man of my quality. Are you the Governess of this Cinqueport, Lady? The fortress, sir, is mine, and none come here, But pay me custom. Hast thou ne'er a Pilot, Or man of war to conduct a man safe Into thy Harbour? there be rogues abroad. Piratical varlets that would pillage me. Very well, sir. I thought at first, you would have bar my entrance. I do not use the fashions of those Countries, That keep a stranger out four weeks at sea, To know if he be sound. I make no scruple, But give free traffic to all Nations. If you have paid your due, you may put in, There is the way, I'll follow presently. I think our soldiers are all come, let's in And set the watch. Stay punk, make room for us, That have advanced our banners to thy walls, Past all the pikes, the perdues, and the sentries. 'tis a good Omen, where's Bellona there, And the daughters of Mars, those brave Girls? We are come to pay our homage to their smocks. Nay, if you are unruly, we shall tame you. Fear not, we are tributaries, punk. Sir, do you speak with no more reverence To me? it seems you know me not I shall Endeavour to preserve thy dignity, Art thou that brave Hyppolite, that governs This troop of Scythians? Speak, Orsthya, My Menalippe, my Antiope we are sworn vassals to your petticoats. Did you attempt but the least injury, There be in readiness, would vindicate The wrongs, and credit of my house. I know Thy power, punk, and do submit me, punk, Tam Marti, quam Veneri. 'tis thy Motto, punk. Would I could tell how to get out again. How came you in? have you performed all duties? I threw thy Cerberus a sleepy Morsel, And paid thy Charon for my waftage over. And I have a golden sprig for my Proserpine. Then you are welcome, sir. Nay I do honour Thee, and thy house, and all thy vermin in't. And thou dost well to stand upon thy guard, Spite of the statutes. 'tis a Castle this, A Fort, a Metrapolitan bawdy house. A Cynosarges, such as Hercules Built in the honour of his pedigree, For entertainment of the bastard issue Of the bold Spartan.
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We haue bin alwaies bent to your worſhips will And forward to helpe you on at all times. Come, you are good wenches. Truely ſir you know, I keepe as good creatures at liuery, And as cheape too, as any poore ſinner Of my profeſſion. Haſt thou ere a morſell, That is not tainted, or flye blowne? Indeede I haue So much adoe to keepe my family ſound, You would wonder at it▪ and ſuch as are ſo, They are taken vp preſently. But I haue one, I dare commend to you, for wind and limme. Come, let me haue her then. Pleaſe you walke in, ſir. Its ſtrange there is no more attendance giuen, To vſher in a man of my quality. Are you the Gouerneſſe of this Cinqueport, Lady? The fortreſſe, ſir, is mine, and none come here, But pay me cuſtome. Haſt thou nere a Pilot, Or man of warre to conduct a man ſafe Into thy Harbour? there be roagues abroade. Piraticall varlets that would pillage mee. Very well, ſir. I thought at firſt, you would haue bard my entrance. I doe not vſe the faſhions of thoſe Countries, That keepe a ſtranger out foure weekes at ſea, To know if hee bee ſound. I make no ſcruple, But giue free traffique to all Nations. If you haue payd your due, you may put in, There is the way, Ile follow preſently. I thinke our ſouldiers are all come, lets in And ſet the watch. Stay punke, make roome for vs, That haue aduanc'd our banners to thy walls, Paſt all the pikes, the perdues, and the Centries. Tis a good Omen, whers Bellona there, And the daughters of Mars, thoſe braue Girles? We are come to pay our homage to their ſmockes. Nay, if you are vnruly, we ſhall tame you. Feare not, wee are tributaries, punke. Sir, doe you ſpeake with no more reuerence To me? it ſeemes you know me not I ſhall Endeauour to preſerue thy dignity, Art thou that braue Hyppolite, that gouernes This troupe of Scythians? Speake, Orsthya, My Menalippe, my Antiope Wee are ſworne vaſſals to your petticoates. Did you attempt but the leaſt iniury, There be in readines, would vindicate The wrongs, and credit of my houſe. I know Thy power, punke, and do ſubmit me, punke, Tam Marti, quam Ʋeneri. Tis thy Motto, punke. Would I could tell how to get out againe. How came you in? haue you performd all duties? I threw thy Cerberus a ſleepy Morſell, And payd thy Charon for my waftage ouer. And I haue a golden ſprig for my Proſerpine. Then you are wel-come, ſir. Nay I do honour Thee, and thy houſe, and all thy vermine in't. And thou doſt well to ſtand vpon thy guard, Spight of the ſtatutes. Tis a Caſtle this, A Fort, a Metrapolitan bawdy houſe. A Cynoſarges, ſuch as Hercules Built in the honour of his pedegree, For entertainment of the baſt ard iſſue Of the bold Spartan.