Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 496 words
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Pandora, kiss me girl, kiss me I say, I have deserved it, 'twas my invention, My plot this (girl) thouart happy wench, thouart happy. Is this your father sweet? It is fair Mistress. Sir, I congratulate our fortunes with you; But if you do desire to have my joys Full and o'erflow their banks, grant me your leave To marry this fair Gentlewoman. Alas, This is not in my power Endymion: But if thou canst procure her friend's consent— Sir fear not that, I will entreat my father. As for a portion, 'tis not thought upon My son, if you be pleased. Sir, I am pleased, She is to me most dear. Placenta, run, See if my father be within,— I know (Most worthy sir) that I shall win him to it. But canst thou tell no news of Isabella, Sweet son? No, none at all sir. Ah poor heart! But 'tis no matter, I'll forget her quite. Where is thy Mr Lucius? I know not. Your father's walked abroad with Mis. Ursely Your sister, but whither, there's none can tell me. As yet the plot concerning Constantina Is not descried. Most reverend sir, wilt please you To walk into the pastures, peradventure There we shall meet my father. But I had rather That I could compass that same villain Lucius, That he might hear what he deserves. Villain. I am undone. Ah me! Neander with his naked sword! Ple runne in heere. Ah! Let's away good father, O that thou hadst As many lives as hairs, that I might be An age in killing thee, that I might score up Each passing minute with a life:— But speak, How durst thou thus abuse me? I did not know She was a woman. No, didst thou not know it? But thou shalt know thyself to be a man, One that can die. O— O— How poor is this revenge? hast thou any children, Or kinsfolks (speak) that I may kill them too? Ha? wilt thou not answer? how durst thou offer this? Because I loved your friend Lucius Better than you. Better then I? that word Does merit death though thou hadst been preserved White from thy cradle to this hour.— Dost thou love Lucius? ha? Yes. Live; no, no thou must not; Thou might'st have killed my father, broke the urn Wherein my mother's ashes sleep, far cheaper. But for his sake, thus much I'll grant thee, choose The manner of thy death— shall I take off thy head? Or hadst thou rather die upon the point? Think quickly, nay be instant. Worthy Sir: Let me entreat some little space to pause I have not yet determined. Well thou hast it. But see that it be speedy. Most perfidious. Contemner of all goodness.— Excellent. Nay forward, on, we know you have a tongue. Ha? is this Lucius? Where is my Isabella, Whom thou hast loaden with disgrace? restore me Her honour (villain) her good name.
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Pandora, kiſse mee girle, kiſse mee I ſay, I haue deſerued it, 'twas my invention, My plot this (girle) th'art happy wench, th'art happy. Is this your father ſweet? It is faire Miſtris. Sir, I congratulate our fortunes with you; But if you doe deſire to haue my joyes Full and o'reflow their banks, grant me your leaue To marry this faire Gentlewoman. Alas, This is not in my power Endymion: But if thou canſt procure her friends conſent— Sir feare not that, I will entreat my father. As for a portion, 'tis not thought upon My ſon, if you be pleas'd. Sir, I am pleas'd, Shee is to me moſt deare. Placenta, runne, See if my father be within,—I know (Moſt worthy ſir) that I ſhall win him to it. But canſt thou tell no newes of Iſabella, Sweet ſon? No, none at all ſir. Ah poore heart! But 'tis no matter, I'le forget her quite. Where is thy Mr Lucius? I know not. Your father's walk'd abroad with Mis. Vrſely Your ſiſter, but whither, there's none can tell me. As yet the plot concerning Conſtantina Is not deſcri'd. Moſt reverend ſir, wilt pleaſe you To walke into the paſtures, peradventure There we ſhall meet my father. But I had rather That I could compaſſe that ſame villaine Lucius, That he might heare what he deſerues. Villaine. I am undone. Ah me! Neander with his naked ſword! Ple runne in heere. Ah! Let's away good father, O that thou hadſt As many liues as haires, that I might be An age in killing thee, that I might ſcore up Each paſſing minute with a life: — But ſpeake, How durſt thou thus abuſe me? I did not know Shee was a woman. No, didſt thou not know it? But thou ſhalt know thy ſelfe to be a man, One that can dye. —O—O— How poore is this reuenge? haſt thou any children, Or kinsfolkes (ſpeak) that I may kill them too? Ha? wilt thou not anſwer? how durſt thou offer this? Becauſe I loued your friend Lucius Better then you. Better then I? that word Does merit death though thou hadſt beene preſeru'd White from thy cradle to this houre.— Doeſt thou loue Lucius? ha? Yes. Liue; no, no thou muſt not; Thou might'ſt haue kil'd my father, broke the vrne Wherein my mothers aſhes ſleepe, farre cheaper. But for his ſake, thus much I'le grant thee, chuſe The manner of thy death—ſhall I take off thy head? Or hadſt thou rather dye vpon the poynt? Thinke quickly, nay be inſtant. Worthy Sir: Let mee entreate ſome little ſpace to pauſe I haue not yet determin'd. Well thou haſt it. But ſee that it bee ſpeedy. Moſt perfidious. Contemner of all goodneſſe.— Excellent. Nay forward, on, wee know you haue a tongue. Ha? is this Lucius? Where is my Iſabella, Whom thou haſt loaden with diſgrace? reſtore mee Her honour (villaine) her good name.