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 T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 498 words
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I am bold to put your Majesty in mind. Of my promise, And aids, to further you in your amorous project To the fair, and rich Camiola: there's my ring Whatever you shall say that I entreat Or can command by power, I will make good. Ever your Majesty's creature. Venus prove propitious to you. All sorts to my wishes: Bertoldo was my hindrance. He removed, I now will court her in the conquerous style, Come, see, and overcome. Boy. Sir, your pleasure. Haste to Camiola, bid her prepare An entertainment suitable to a fortune, She could not hope for. Tell her, I vouchsafe To honour her with a visit 'Tis a favour Will make her proud. I know it I am gone, Sir. Entreaties fit not me, a man in grace, May challenge awe, and privilege by his place, SO melancholy say you? Never given To such retirement. Can you guess the case? If it hath not its birth, and being from The brave Bertoldo's absence, I confess It is passed my apprehension. You are wide, The whole field wide. I in my understanding Pity your ignorance: yet if you will Swear to conceal it, I will let you know Where her shoe rings her. I vow, Signior, By my virginity. A perilous oath In a waiting-woman of fifteen, and is indeed A Kind of nothing. I'll take one of something If you please to minister it. Nay, you shall not swear, I had rather take your word, for should you vow: Damn me, I'll do this, you are sure to break I thank you Signior, but resolve us. Know then, Here walks the cause. She dares not look upon me, My beauties are so terrible, and enchanting, She cannot endure my sight. There I believe you. But the time will come, be comforted, when I will Put off this vizor of unkindness to her, And show an amorous, and yielding face: And until then, though Hercules himself Desire to see her, he had better eat His club then pass her threshold, for I'll be Her Cerberus to guard her. A good dog. Worth twenty porters. Keep you open house here? No groom to attend a Gentleman? O, I spy one. He means not me, I am sure. You sirrah; sheepshead, With a face cut on a cat-stick, Do you hear? You yeoman pewterer, conduct me to The Lady of the mansion, or my poniard Shall disembogue thy soul. O terrible! disembogue! I talk of Hercules, and here is one Bound up in decimo sexto. Answer wretch. Pray you little gentleman, be not so furious, The Lady keeps her chamber. And we present? Sent in an Embassy to her? But here is Her gentlewoman, Sirrah hold my cloak, While I take a leap at her lips, do it and neatly; Or having first tripped up thy heels, I'll make Thy back my footstool. Tamberlaine in little! Am I turned Turk! what an office am I put to!
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I am bold to put your Majesty in mind. Of my promise, And ayds, to further you in your amorous project To the faire, and rich Camiola: there's my ring Whatever you shall say that I intreat Or can command by power, I will make good. Ever your Majesties creature. Venus prove propitious to you. All sorts to my wishes: Brtoldo was my hindrance. Hee remov'd, I now will court her in the conquerous stile, Come, see, and overcome. Boy. Sir, your pleasure. Haste to Camiola, bid her prepare An entertainment sutable to a fortune, She could not hope for. Tell her, I vouchsafe To honour her with a visit 'Tis a favour VVill make her proud. I know it I am gone, Sir. Intreaties fit not me, a man in grace, May challenge awe, and priviledge by his place, SO melancholy say you? Never given To such retirement. Can you guesse the case? If it hath not it's birth, and being from The brave Bertoldo's absence, I confesse It is pass'd my apprehension. You are wide, The whole field wide. I in my understanding Pitty your ignorance: yet if you will Sweare to conceale it, I will let you know VVhere her shooe ringes her. I vow, Signior, By my virginity. A perillous oath In a waiting-woman of fifteene, and is indeed A Kinde of nothing. I'll take one of something If you please to minister it. Nay, you shall not sweare, I had rather take your word, for should you vow: Damne mee, I'll doe this, you are sure to breake I thanke you Signior, but resolve us. Know then, Here walkes the cause. She dars not looke upon me, My beauties are so terrible, and inchaunting, Shee cannot endure my sight. There I believe you. But the time will come, be comforted, when I will Put off this vizor of unkindnesse to her, And shew an amorous, and yeelding face: And vntill then, though Hercules himselfe Desire to see her, hee had better eate His clubbe then passe her threshold, for I'll be Her Cerberus to guard her. A good dogge. VVorth twenty porters. Keepe you open house here? No groome to attend a Gentleman? O, I spie one. Hee meanes not mee, I am sure. You sirrha; Sheepes-head, With a face cut on a cat-sticke, Doe you heare? You yeoman phewterer, conduct mee to The Lady of the mansion, or my poniard Shall disemboge thy soule. O terrible! Disemboge! I talke of Hercules, and here is one Bound up in decimo sext. Answer wretch. Pray you little gentleman, be not so furious, The Lady keepes her chamber. And we present? Sent in an Embassie to her? But here is Her gentlewoman, Sirrah hold my cloake, While I take a leape at her lips, do it and neatly; Or having first tripp'd up thy heeles, I'll make Thy backe my footstoole. Tamberlaine in little! Am I turn'd Turke! what an office am I put to!