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 T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 493 words
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Next when I dance And come aloft thus, cast not a sheep's eye Upon the quivering of my calf. Proceed, Sir, But on no terms, for 'tis a main point, dream not Of the strength of my back, though it will bear a burden With any porter. I mean not to ride you, Nor I your little Ladyship, till you have Performed the Covenants. Be not taken with My pretty spider fingers, nor my eyes, That twinkle on both sides. Was there ever such A piece of motley heard of! who's that? you may spare The Catalogue of my dangers. No good Madam, I have not told you half. Enough good Signior, If I eat more of such sweet meats, I shall surfeit. Who is't? The brother of the King. Nay start not, The brother of the King! is he no more? Were it the King himself, I'll give him leave To speak his mind to you, for I am not jealous, And to assure your Ladyship of so much, I'll usher him in, and that done, hide myself. Camiola if ever, now be constant This is indeed a suitor, whose sweet presence, Courtship and loving language would have staggered The chaste Penelope. And to increase The wonder, did not modesty forbid it I should ask that from him, he sues to me for; And yet my reason like a tyran, tells e I must nor give, nor take it. I must tell you You loose your labour. 'Tis enough to prove i, Signior Sylli came before you, and you know First come first served yet you shall have my countenance To parley with her and I'll take special care That none shall interrupt you You are courteous. Come wench wilt thou hear wisdom? Yes from you Sr. If forcing this sweet favour from your lips Fair Madam, argue me of too much boldness When you are pleased to understand, I take A parting kiss, if not excuse, at least 'Twill qualify the offence. A parting kiss Sr.? What Nation envious of the happiness Which Sicilie enjoys in your sweet presence, Can buy you from her? or what Climate yield Pleasures transcending those which you enjoy here, Being both beloved and honoured. The North-star And guider of all hearts, and to sum up Your full account of happiness, in a word, The brother of the King. Do you alone, And with an unexampled cruelty, Enforce my absence, and deprive me of Those blessings, which you with a polished phrase Seem to insinuate, that I do possess, And yet tax me as being guilty of My wilful exile? what are Titles to me? Or popular suffrage? or my nearness to The King in blood? or fruitful Sicilie, Though it confessed no Sovereign but myself, When you that are the essence of my being, The anchor of my hopes; the real substance Of my felicity, in your disdain Turn all to fading and deceiving shadows?
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Next when I dance And come alot thus, cast not a sheepes eye Vpon the quivering of my calfe. Proceed, Sir, But on no teres, for 'tis a aine point, dreae not Of the strength of my back, though it will beare a burthen With any porter. I meane not to ride you, Nor I your little Ladiship, 'till you have Perform'd the Covenants. Be not taken with My prettie spider fingers, nor my eyes, That twinckle on both sides. Was there ever such A piece of motlie heard of! who's that? you may spare The Catalogue of my dangers. No good Madam, I have not told you halfe. Enough good Signior, If I te more of such sweete meats, I shall surfet. Who is't? The brother of the King. Nay start not, The brother of the King! is he no more? Were it the King himselfe, I'll give him leave To speake his mind to you, for I am not jealos, And to assure your Ladyship of so much, I'll usher him in, and that done, hide my selfe. Camiola if ever, now be constant This is indeed a sutor, whose sweet presence, Coutship and loving language would have stagger'd The chast Penelope. And to increase The wonder, did not modestie forbid it I should aske that from him, he sues to e for; And yet my reason like a tyran, tells e I must nor give, nor take it. I must tell you You loose your labour. 'Tis enough to prove i, Signior Sylli came before you, and you know First come first seru'd yet you all have my countenance To parley with her and I' take speciall care That none shal interrut you You are courteous. Come wench wilt thou heare wisedome? Yes from you Sr. If forcing this sweet favour from your lips Faire Madam, argue me of too much boldnesse When you are pleas'd to understand, I take A parting kisse, if not excuse, at least 'Twill qualifie the offence. A parting kisse Sr.? What Nation envious of the happinesse Which Sicilie enjoyes in your sweet presence, Can buy you from her? or what Climate yeeld Pleasures transcending those which you injoy here, Being both belou'd and honor'd. The North-star And guider of all hearts, and to summe up Your full accompt of happinesse, in a word, The brother of the King. Doe you alone, And with an unexampl'd cruelty, Inforce my absence, and deprive me of Those blessings, which you with a polish'd phrase Seeme to insinuate, that I doe possesse, And yet tax me as being guilty of My wilfull exile? what are Titles to me? Or popular suffrage? or my neerenesse to The King in blood? or fruitfull Sicilie, Though it confess'd no Soveraigne but my selfe, When you that are the essence of my being, The anchor of my hopes; the reall substance Of my felicity, in your disdaine Turne all to fading and deceiving shaddowes?