Marmion, Shackerley · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [Dec] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 491 words
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It seems, your fault is quickly blown abroad. rather seal a Noverint universi, For a thousand pound stale commodities, Then thee should know of it. As for you two, You may pay your fees and depart, you have Your manumission, or this lady's sake. Master. Constable, you are discharged, and you may Go along with them and receive their fees. Though I say nothing, yet I smell something: A Lady send a letter? she is, in love With me, I'll pawn my life, and I ne'er knew it. I'll get my back well, and go visit her. Now I have got my teeth at liberty, And they ere tie me to the rack again, Let me be choked. Well, I perceive you are A favourite to this Lady. What's your name? Trimalchio. And yours? Capritie. Two ancient names in Camden, Of what country? Of Norfolk. The Capritios of Norfolk. I think we shall be kin anon. My mother Was a Capritie, and of that house; Are you allied unto this Lady? No sir. But I have formerly been entertained As a poor tutor to her grace's favour. I find by that, you are a man of fashion. And would you then? Nay good sir, do not chide. Yes, I must tell you, that you were to blame, Having so fair a fortune before you, to wrong A Lady of her spirit; so rich, and fair, Of unreproved chastity, and one So high in birth, nay 'tis not possible To speak her virtues, and present yourself So lumpishly, nay perhaps fill her bed Full of diseases. Good sir, say no more. I am a traitor, I have killed a man, Committed sacrilege. Let her seek revenge For these, or if less punishment will serve: To have me beaten, I'll run naked to her. I will not press a good nature so far: You two shall stay and dine with me. I'll send My coach for your Mistress, it shall go hard: But I will make you friends, before we part. Now let me bid you welcome from the wars, Laden with conquest, and the golden fleece Of honour, which like Iason, you have brought T'enrich your Country, now indebted to you. Had it not been a pity such a talon Of virtue should be lost or ill employed? Lady, you are a good Physician, It was your counsel wrought this miracle, Beyond the power of Aesculapius: For when my mind was stupefied, and lost In the pursuit of pleasures: all my body Torn, and dissected with close vanities, You have collected me anew to life: And now I come to you, with as chaste thoughts, As they were first adulterous, and yield A due submission for the wrong I did Both to yourself, and sex. Sir. for my part, You have your pardon. You were borne to quit me. But when you know the Author of your freedom, You'll thank her more.
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It es, your fault is quickly blowne abroad. rather ſeale a Nouerint vniuerſi, For a thouſand pound ſtale commodities, Then thee ſhould know of it. As for you two, You may pay your fees and depart, you haue Your manumiſſion, or this Ladies ſake. Maſter. Conſtable, you are diſcharg'd, and you may Goe along with them and receiue their fees. Though I ſay nothing, yet I ſmell ſomething: A Lady ſend a letter? Shee is, in loue With me, Ile pawne my life, and I nere knew it. I'le get my backe well, and goe viſit her. Now I haue got my teeth at liberty, And they ere tye me to the racke againe, Let me be choakt. Well, I perceiue you are A fauourite to this Lady. Whats your name? Trimalchio. And yours? Capritie. Two ancient names in Camden, Of what country? Of Norfolke. The Capritios of Norfolke. I thinke we ſhall bee kin anon. My mother Was a Capritie, and of that houſe; Are you alyed vnto this Lady? No ſir. But I haue formerly beene entertain'd As a poore utor to her graces fauour. I finde by that, you are a man of faſhion. And would you then? Nay good ſir, doe not chide. Yes, I muſt tell you, that you were to blame, Hauing ſo faire a fortune before you, to wrong A Lady of her ſpirit; ſo rich, and faire, Of vnepooued chaſtity, and one So high in birth, nay 'tis not poſſible To ſpeake her vertues, and preſent your ſelfe So umpiſhly, nay perhaps fill her bed Full of diſeaſes. Good ſir, ſay no more. I am araycor, I haue kild a man, Committed ſacriledge. Let her ſeeke reuenge For theſe, or if leſſe puniſhment will ſerue: To haue me beaten, Ile runne naked to her. I will not preſſe a good nature ſo farre: You two ſhall ſtay and dine with me. Ile ſend My coach for your Miſtris, it ſhall goe hard: But I will make you friends, before we part. Now let mee bid you welcome from the warres, Laden with conqueſt, and the golden fleece Of honour, which like Iaſon, you haue brought T'inrich your Country, now indebted to you. Had it not beene a pitty ſuch a talent Of vertue ſhould be loſt or ill imployd? Lady, you are a good Phyſicion, It was your counſel wrought' this miracle, Beyond the power of Aeſculapius: For when my mind was ſtupified, and loſt In the purſuit of pleaſures: all my body Torne, and diſſected with cloſe vanityes, You haue collected me anew to life: And now I come to you, with as chaſte thoughts, As they were firſt adulterous, and yeeld A due ſubmiſſion for the wrong I did Both to your ſelfe, and ſex. Sir. for my part, You haue your pardon. You were borne to quit mee. But when you know the Authour of your freedome, You'll thanke her more.