Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 521 words
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But see, I will inquire; honest man, a word. Honest man in your face, whosoever owes you; 'sduds, have I nothing to do, but to prittle, prattle, with every one I meet, think you? What an unheard of rudeness have we here? Are these the manners of the country? well. This is the place, as I am told, wherein That Lucius lives, who not long since prevailed With his fair flattering speeches, for to have My son Endymion to be his Page. But oh ye awful powers! I had no father in me should I suffer Mine only son to lead a servile life With one that is mine enemy, nay more, The ruin and subversion of my family. O daughter Isabella! Whilst thy false Lover melts within the arms Of his new purchased Mistress, thou (poor girl) Embracest scorn and poverty, or else (Which I do rather wish were true) could death. But I do hear, Since my arrival, of some Country people, That they have seen, some fortnight since or more, A pretty boy, lingering about this village Much about her stature, and complexion, Which did inquire for a Gentleman That was without a Page; this may be she, Who for the love of Lucius, has put on Some strange disguise. Whom cannot love transform? Ha, ha, he. Whilst the poor fly does sport herself too long About the amorous flame, she burns her wings. Her counterfeiting of a Love, is now Turned into earnest. Endymion's now the man She swears she loves; as for the other two She has forgot their very names already. Does not this woman name my son? Let me see, is not this Endymion? it is he, And with him a fair gentlewoman. Ha? But tell me dearest, did thy Master Lucius. Once love thy sister Isabella so, Whom now he has forsaken? Yes. Behold That treachery repaid him. See, they kiss. But what old Gentleman is this? I'll show myself. All health to this fair loving couple. O,— Why dost thou fly me? 'Tis my father,— father God save you. Dearest son, my best of blessings. How have you done sir, since I saw you last? As well as one can do that has departed With's only daughter. Why, is my sister dead? I know not that. But I am sure her credit, The candour of her name is perished. Good sir, as how? Instruct me. Ah Endymion, Since that most treacherous Lucius left the City I have not seen her, only I hear of her, But little to my comfort.— But no more, I have forgot her, and her folly both. Prepare thyself (my son) immediately, To leave this place and service; for thy fortunes (How ere they were before, slender and poor) Must not now see thee hold a trencher for A better man than Lucius. Thy old uncle As he lived well, in a seasonable age Is gone into the grave, and by his will Hath given to thee eight thousand pound, and three Unto thy sister, (though unworthy) what Else he was worth in lands and goods, is mine.
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But ſee, I will enquire; honeſt man, a word. Honeſt man in your face, whoſoe're owes you; 'sduds, haue I nothing to doe, but to prittle, prattle, with euery one I meet, thinke you? What an unheard of rudeneſſe haue we here? Are theſe the manners of the countrey? well. This is the place, as I am told, wherein That Lucius liues, who not long ſince prevayl'd With his faire flattering ſpeeches, for to haue My ſonne Endymion to be his Page. But oh yee awfull powers! I had no father in mee ſhould I ſuffer Mine onely ſonne to lead a ſervile life With one that is mine enemy, nay more, The ruine and ſubverſion of my family. O daughter Iſabella! Whilſt thy falſe Lover melts within the armes Of his new purchac'd Miſtris, thou (poore girle) Embraceſt ſcorne and povertie, or elſe (Which I doe rather wiſh were true) cold death. But I doe heare, Since my arrivall, of ſome Country people, That they haue ſeene, ſome fortnight ſince or more, A pretty boy, lingring about this village Much about her ſtature, and complexion, Which did enquire for a Gentleman That was without a Page; this may be ſhee, Who for the loue of Lucius, has put on Some ſtrange diſguiſe. Whom cannot loue transforme? Ha, ha, he. Whilſt the poore flye does ſport her ſelfe too long About the amorous flame, ſhe burnes her wings. Her counterfeiting of a Loue, is now Turn'd into earneſt. Endymion's now the man She ſweares ſhe loues; as for the other two She has forgot their very names already. Does not this woman name my ſonne? Let me ſee, is not this Endymion? it is hee, And with him a fayre gentlewoman. Ha? But tell me deareſt, did thy Maſter Lucius. Once loue thy ſiſter Iſabella ſo, Whom now he has forſaken? Yes. Behold That treachery repayd him. See, they kiſſe. But what old Gentleman is this? I'le ſhew my ſelfe. All health to this faire loving couple. O,— Why do'ſt thou flie me? 'Tis my father,— father God ſaue you. Deareſt ſonne, my beſt of bleſſings. How haue you done ſir, ſince I ſaw you laſt? As well as one can doe that has departed With's onely daughter. Why, is my ſiſter dead? I know not that. But I am ſure her credit, The candor of her name is periſhed. Good ſir, as how? Inſtruct me. Ah Endymion, Since that moſt treacherous Lucius left the Citie I haue not ſeene her, onely I heare of her, But little to my comfort.—But no more, I haue forgot her, and her folly both. Prepare thy ſelfe (my ſonne) immediatly, To leaue this place and ſervice; for thy fortunes (How e're they were before, ſlender and poore) Muſt not now ſee thee hold a trencher for A better man then Lucius. Thy old vncle As he liv'd well, in a ſeaſonable age Is gone into the graue, and by his will Hath given to thee eight thouſand pound, and three Vnto thy ſiſter, (though unworthy) what Elſe he was worth in lands and goods, is mine.