Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 530 words
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GOod day to your Lordship: Thanks Adorni. May I presume to ask if the Ambassador Employed by Ferdinand, the Duke of Urbin Hath audience this morning? 'Tis uncertain, For though a counsellor of state, I am not Of the Cabinet counsel. But there's one if he please That may resolve you. I will move him Sr. If you have a suit, show water, I am blind else. A suit, yet of a nature, not to prove The quarry that you hawk for: If your words Are not like Indian wares and every scruple To be weighed and rated, one poor syllable Vouchsafed in answer of a fair demand, Cannot deserve a fee. It seems you are ignorant, I neither speak, nor hold my peace for nothing: And yet for once, I care not if I answer One single question, gratis. I much thank you. Hath the Ambassador audience Sir today? Yes. At what hour? I promised not so much. A syllable you begged, my Charity gave it. Move me no further. This you wonder at? With me 'tis usual. Pray you Sr. what is he? A gentleman, yet no lord. He hath some drop Of the king's blood running in his veins, derived Some ten degrees off. His revenue lies In a narrow compass, the king's ear, and yields him Every hour a fruitful harvest. Men may talk Of three crops in a year in the fortunate Islands. Or profit made by wool. But while there are suitors His sheep shearing, nay shaving to the quick Is in every quarter of the Moon, and constant, In the time of trussing a point, he can undo Or make a man. His play or recreation Is to raise this up, or pull down that, and though He neve yet took orders, makes more Bishops In Sicilie, than the Pope himself. Most strange! The presence fills. He in the Malta habit Is the natural brother of the King, a by blow. I understand you. Morrow to my Uncle. And my late Guardian. But at length I have The reigns in my own hands. Pray you use 'em well, Or you'll too late repent it. With this jewel Presented to Camiola, prepare This night a visit for me. I shall have Your company Gallants I perceive, if that The King will hear of war. Sr. I have horses Of the best breed in Naples, fitter far To break a rank, then crack a lance, and are In their career of such incredible swiftness They outstrip swallows. And such may be useful To run away with, should we be defeated. You are well provided Signior Sr. excuse me. All of their race by instinct know a Coward. And scorn the burden. They come on like lightning, Foundered in a retreat. By no means back 'em. Unless you know your courage sympathize With the daring of your horse. My lord, this is bitter. I will raise me a company of foot, And when at push of pike I am to enter A breach, to show my valour, I have bought me An armour cannon proof You will not leap then o'er an outwork in your shirt
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GOod day to your Lordship: Thanks Adorni. May I presume to aske if the Embassador Imploy'd by Ferdinand, the Duke of Vrbin Hath audience this morning? 'Tis uncertaine, For though a counsaylor of state, I am not Of the Cabinet counsaile. But ther's one if he please That may resolve you. I will move him Sr. If you have a suite, hew water, I am blinde else. A suite, yt of a nature, not to prove The quarrie that you hawke for: If your words Are not like Indian wares and every scruple To be waigh'd and rated, one poore sillable Vouchsaf'd in answer of a faire demand, Cannot deserve a fee. It seemes you are ignorant, I neiher speake, nor hold my peace for nothing: And yet for once, I care not if I answer One single question, grati. I much thanke you. Hath the Embassador audience Sir to day? Yes. At what houre? I promis'd not so much. A sillable you begg'd, my Charity gaue it. Move me no further. This you wonder at? With me 'tis usuall. Pray you Sr. what is he? A Gentlemaan, yet no lord. He hath some drop Of the Kings blood running in his veines, deriu'd Some ten degrees off. His revenue lyes In a narrow compasse, the Kings eare, and yeelds him Every houre a fruitfull harvest. Men may talk Of three croppes in a yeare in the fortunate Islands. Or profit made by wooll. But while there are sutors His sheepe sheering, ay having to the quicke Is in every quarter of the Moone, and constant, In the time of trussing a point, he can undoe Or make a man. His play or recreation Is to raise ihs up, o pul downe that, and though He neve yet tooke orders, makes more Bishops In Sicilie, then the Pope himselfe. Most strange! The presence fils. He in the Malta habt Is the naturall brother of the King, a by blow. I understand you. Morrow to my Vncle. And my late Guardian. But at length I have The reignes in my owne hands. Pray you use 'em well, Or you'll too late repent it. With this Iewell Presented to Camiola, prepare This night a uisit for me. I shall have Your company Gallants I perceive, if that The King will heare of war. Sr. I have horses Of the best breed in Naples, fitter far To breake a ranke, then cracke a lance, and are In their carere of such incredible swiftnes They out-strip swallowes. And such may bee usefull To run away with, should we be defeated. You are well provided Signior Sr. excuse me. All of their race by instinct know a Coward. And scorne the burthen. They come on like lightning, Founder'd in a retreat. By no meanes backe 'em. Vnlesse you know your courage sympathize With the daring of your horse. My lord, this is itter. I will rayse me a company of foote, And when at push of pike I am to enter A breah, to shew my valour, I have bought mee An armor cannon proofe You will not leape then Ore an out-worke in your shirt