Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 478 words
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Ten dissemblers Are in this subtle devil. You believe this? So far that if you trouble me again With a report like this, I shall not only judge you malicious in your disposition, But study to repent what I have done To such a nature. Why, 'tis exceeding well. And for you, daughter, off with this, off with it: I have that confidence in your goodness, ay, That I will not consent to have you live Like to a Recluse in a cloister: go Call in the gallants, let them make you merry, Use all fit liberty. Blessing on you. If this new preacher with the sword and feather Could prove his doctrine for Canonical, We should have a fine world. Sir, if you please To bear yourself as fits a Gentleman, The house is at your service: but if not, Though you seek company else where, your absence Will not be much lamented— If this be The recompense of striving to preserve A wanton giglet honest, very shortly 'Twill make all mankind Panders— Do you smile, Good Lady Looseness? your whole sex is like you And that man's mad that seeks to better any: What new change have you next? Oh, fear not you, sir, I'll shift into a thousand, but I will Convert your heresy. What heresy? Speak. Of keeping a Lady that is married, From entertaining servants.— O, you are welcome. Use any means to vex him, And then with welcome follow me. You are tired With your grave exhortations, Colonel. How is it? Faith, your Lordship may do well, To help him to some Church-preferment 'tis Now the fashion, for men of all conditions, however they have lived, to end that way. That face would do well in a surplice. Rogues, be silent— or— S'death will you suffer this? And you, the master Rogue, the coward rascal, I shall be with you suddenly. Pontallier, If I should strike him, I know I shall kill him: And therefore I would have thee beat him, for he's good for nothing else. His back Appears to me, as it would tire a Beadle, And then he has a knotted brow, would bruise A court like hand to touch it. He looks like A currier when his hides grown dear. Take heed he curry not some of you. God's me, he's angry. I break no Jests, but I can break my sword About your pates. Here's more. Come let's be gone. we are beleaguered. Look they bring up their troops. Will you sit down with this disgrace? You are abused most grossly. I grant you, Sir, we are, and you would have us Stay and be more abused. My Lord, I am sorry, Your house is so inhospitable, we must quit it. Prithee Romont, what caused this uproar? Nothing. They laughed and used their scurvy wits upon me.
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Ten dissemblers Are in this subtile deuill. You beleeue this? So farre that if you trouble me againe With a report like this, I shall not onely Iudge you malicious in your disposition, But study to repent what I haue done To such a nature. Why, 'tis exceeding well. And for you, daughter, off with this, off with it: I haue that confidence in your goodnesse, I, That I will not consent to haue you liue Like to a Recluse in a cloyster: goe Call in the gallants, let them make you merry, Vse all fit liberty. Blessing on you. If this new preacher with the sword and feather Could proue his doctrine for Canonicall, We should haue a fine world. Sir, if you please To beare your selfe as fits a Gentleman, The house is at your seruice: but i not, Though you seeke company else where, your absenc Will not be much lamented— If this be The recompence of striuing to preserue A wanton gigglet honest, very shortly 'Twill make all mankinde Panders—Do you smile, Good Lady Loosenes? your whole sex is like you And that man's mad that seekes to better any: What new change haue you next? Oh, feare not you, sir, Ile shift into a thousand, but I will Conuert your heresie. What heresie? Speake. Of keeping a Lady that is married, From entertayning seruants. — O, you are welcome. Vse any meanes to vexe him, And then with welcome follow me. You are tyr'd With your graue exhortations, Collonell. How is it? Fayth, your Lordship may doe well, To helpe him to some Church-preferment'tis Now the fashion, for men of all conditions, How euer they haue liu'd, to end that way. That face would doe well in a surplesse. Rogues, be silent—or— S' death will you suffer this? And you, the master Rogue, the coward rascall, I shall be with you suddenly. Pontallier, If I should strike him, I know I shall kill him: And therefore I would haue thee beate him, for Hee's good for nothing else. His backe Appeares to me, as it would tire a Badl, And then he has a knotted brow, would bruise A court like hand to touch it. Hee lookes like A Curryer when his hides grown deare. Take heede he curry not some of you. Gods me, hee's angry. I breake no Iets, but I can breake my sword About your pates. Heres more. Come let's bee gone. VVee are beleaguerd. Looke they bring vp their troups. Will you sit downe with this disgrace? You are abus'd most grosely. I grant you, Sir, we are, and you would haue vs Stay and be more abus'd. My Lord, I am sorry, Your house is so inhospitable, we must quit it. Prethee Romont, what caus'd this vprore? Nothing. They laugh'd and vs'd their scuruy wits vpon mee.