Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 485 words
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You'll find him breaking a young horse. I thank you. I must do something worthy Charaloys friendship. If she were well inclined to keep her so, Deserved not thanks: and yet to stay a woman Spurred headlong by hot lust, to her own ruin, Is harder than to prop a falling tower With a deceiving reed. Some one seek for me, As soon as he returns. Her father! ha? How if I break this to him? sure it cannot Meet with an ill construction. His wisdom Made powerful by the authority of a father, Will warrant and give privilege to his counsels. It shall be so— my Lord. Your friend Romont: would you ought with me? I stand so engaged To your so many favours, that I hold it A breach in thankfulness, should I not discover, Though with some imputation to myself, All doubts that may concern you. The performance Will make this protestation worth my thanks. Then with your patience lend me your attention For what I must deliver, whispered only You will with too much grief receive. See wench! Upon my life as I forespoke, he's now Preferring his complaint: but be thou perfect, And we will fit him. Fear not me, pox on him: A Captain turn Informer against kissing? Would he were hanged up in his rusty Armour: But if our fresh wits cannot turn the plots Of such a mouldy murrion on itself; Rich clothes, choice fare, and a true friend at a call, With all the pleasures the night yields, forsake us. This in my daughter? do not wrong her. Now begin. The games afoot, and we in distance. 'tis thy fault, foolish girl, pin on my veil, I will not wear those jewels. Am I not Already matched beyond my hopes? yet still You prune and set me forth, as if I were Again to please a suitor. 'tis the course That our great Ladies take. A weak excuse. Those that are better seen, in what concern A Lady's honour and fair fame, condemn it. You wait well, in your absence, my Lords friend The understanding, grave and wise Romont. Must I be still her sport Reprove me for it. And he has traveled to bring home a judgement Not to be contradicted. You will say My father, that owes more to years than he, Has brought me up to music, language, Courtship, And I must use them. True, but not t'offend, O render me suspected. Does your fine story begin from this? I thought a parting kiss From young Novall, would have displeased no more Than heretofore it hath done; but I find I must restrain such favours now; look therefore As you are careful to continue mine, That I no more be visited. I'll endure The strictest course of life that jealousy Can think secure enough, ere my behaviour Shall call my fame in question.
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You'l finde him breaking a young horse. I thanke you. I must do something worthy Charaloys friendship. If she were well inclin'd to keepe her so, Deseru'd not thankes: and yet to stay a woman Spur'd headlong by hot lust, to her owne ruine, Is harder then to prop a falling towre With a deceiuing reed. Some one seeke for me, As soone as he returnes. Her father! ha? How if I breake this to him? sure it cannot Meete with an ill construction. His wisedome Made powerfull by the authority of a father, Will warrant and giue priuiledge to his counsailes. It shall be so— my Lord. Your friend Romont: would you ought with me? I stand so ingag'd To your so many fauours, that I hold it A breach in thankfulnesse, should I not discouer, Though with some imputation to my selfe, All doubts tha may concerne you. The performance Will make this protestation worth my thanks. Then with your patience lend me your attention For what I must deliuer, whispered onely You will with too much griefe receiue. See wench! Vpon my life as I forespake, hee's now Preferring his complaint: but be thou perfect, And we will fit him. Feare not me, pox on him: A Captaine turne Informer against kissing? Would he were hang'd vp in his rusty Armour: But if our fresh wits cannot turne the plots Of such a mouldy murrion on it selfe; Rich cloathes, choyse fare, and a true friend at a call, With all the pleasures the night yeelds, forsake vs. This in my daughter? doe not wrong her. Now begin. The games afoor, and wee in distance. Ts thy fault, foolsh girle, pinne on my vaile, I will not weare thoe iewels. Am I not Already matcht beyond my hopes? yet still You prune and set me forth, as if I were Againe to please a suyter. Tis the course That our great Ladies take. A weake excuse. Those that are better seene, in what concern A Ladies honour and faire fame, condemne it. You waite well, in your absence, my Lords friend The vnderstanding, graue and wise Romont. Must I be still her sport Reproue me for it. And he has traueld to bring home a iudgement Not to be contradicted. You will say My father, that owes more to yeeres then he, Has brought me vp to musique, language, Courtship, And I must vse them. True, but not t'offend, O render me suspected. Does your fine story begin from this? I thought a parting kisse From young Nouall, would haue displeasd no more Then heretofore it hath done; but I finde I must restrayne such fauours now; looke therefore As you are carefull to continue mine, That I no more be visied. Ile endure The strictest course of life that iealousie Can thinke secure enough, ere my behauiour Shall call my fame in question.