Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 488 words
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Here's a benefit Placed most deservingly! I do not like it. I do not apprehend him. A fair gown Indeed, and soap, and starch enough, to dazzle The eyes of some young country heir, that has Never been drilled through Drury lane, or Bloomsbury. But 'pray thee (friend) whose daughter hast thou married? What may she have to name? What shall I answer? I am i'th' briers. Tell him 'tis Constantina Our justice's Niece. Most excellent dissembler! As though you know not Constantina sir. But is this Constantina? True. 'Tis truer; Somewhat than you do believe it is. Is this Jack Loveall's sister? 'Tis. But is this she Whom Cleopes once loved, and has forsaken? O me! why do I live and hear that name? Did you not mark that sigh? how smartly't came? No, no, I have not fitted you, I have not. 'Tis a young Roscius I tell you. No sooner Was Cleopes named, but the arch-villain sighed, As if it had been truly Constantina. I do not like this business yet. Is this That cried up wonder? that Fidelia? A sudden change. Yet at the last? 'tis well, I'll give the word Unto Pandora: but with special care That the boy knows not of his Master's presence. What business is't that this same Midwives face Does fetch and carry thus about I wonder? high, she appears again. All health old man. Old? and how old? but what's the news that you Are rigged with now? and whither bound I pray you? Next to that loving pair of friends, whose sorrows I have lamented oft, and amongst which I judge it not the least, that while ye two Discourse in sighs, and tears, that wanton maid That is the cause of all your heaviness, Lasciviously does sport herself, and melts In the embraces of another. How? Regardless of your woes, or her own honour. Now all the Gods! where is he? Woman speak, What is he for a man? I know him not, So far as to his name; but this mine eyes Dare witness, 'tis a composition Of blood and spirits not to be despised. A feature able enough to tempt; beside— Neander, whilst we strive about the shadow we have the substance ravished from us. Ha? It cannot be, 'tas no affinity With truth; It must not be believed good Lucius. Can ye retire yourselves under this tree A little, and expect? but ere I go, Ye shall both promise as ye're Gentlemen To endure the sight with patience. we will. It is enough. But does this woman gull us? Or is it real think'st thou? Hark. No more. Can ye believe it yet? are your eyes yet Instructed? 'tis my boy Endymion, Now hell and tortures! Were all odours lost, And beggared Nature had not sweets enough T' embalm the dying Phoenix left, from hence From this same lip, She might restore herself.
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Here's a benefit Plac'd moſt deſervingly! I doe not like it. I do not apprehend him. A faire gowne Indeed, and ſope, and ſtarch enough, to dazle The eyes of ſome young countrey heire, that has Never been drill'd through Drury lane, or Bloomsbury. But 'pray thee (friend) whoſe daughter haſt thou married? What may ſhe haue to name? What ſhall I anſwer? I am i'th bryers. Tell him 'tis Conſtantina Our Iuſtices Neece. Moſt excellent diſſembler! As though you know not Conſtantina ſir. But is this Conſtantina? True. 'Tis truer; Somewhat then you doe beleeue it is. Is this Iacke Loveall's ſiſter? 'Tis. But is this ſhee Whom Cleopes once lov'd, and has forſaken? O me! why doe I liue and heare that name? Did you not mark that ſigh? how ſmartly't came? No, no, I haue not fitted you, I haue not. 'Tis a young Roſcius I tell you. No ſooner Was Cleopes nam'd, but the arch-villaine ſigh'd, As if it had been truely Conſtantina. I doe not like this buſineſſe yet. Is this That cryed up wonder? that Fidelia? A ſodaine change. Yet at the laſt? 'tis well, I'le giue the word Vnto Pandora: but with ſpeciall care That the boy knowes not of his Maſters preſence. What buſineſſe is't that this ſame Midwifes face Does fetch and carry thus about I wonder? Hy, ſhee appeares againe. All health old man. Old? and how old? but what's the newes that you Are rig'd with now? and whither bound I pray you? Next to that loving payre of friends, whoſe ſorrowes I haue lamented oft, and amongſt which I iudge it not the leaſt, that while yee two Diſcourſe in ſighes, and teares, that wanton mayde That is the cauſe of all your heauineſſe, Laſciuiouſly does ſport herſelfe, and melts In the embraces of an other. How? Regardles of your woes, or her owne honour. Now all the Gods! where is he? Woman ſpeake, What is hee for a man? I know him not, So farre as to his name; but this mine eyes Dare witneſſe, tis a compoſition Of blood and ſpirits not to be deſpis'd. A feature able enough to tempt; beſides— Neander, whil'ſt wee ſtriue about the ſhaddow Wee haue the ſubſtance raviſh'd from vs. Ha? It cannot bee, 'tas noe affinitie With truth; It muſt not bee belieu'd good Lucius. Can yee retyre your ſelues vnder this tree A little, and expect? but e're I goe, Yee ſhall both promiſe as yee'r Gentlemen To endure the ſight with patience. Wee will. It is enough. But does this woman gull vs? Or is it reall think'ſt thou? Harke. No more. Can yee belieue it yet? are your eyes yet Inſtructed? Tis my boy Endymion, Now hell and tortures! Were all odours loſt, And beggered Nature had not ſweetes enough T' embalme the dying Phoenix left, from hence From this ſame lip, Shee might reſtore her ſelfe.