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 · 508 words
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I'll ease you of the trouble, Coy, and disdainful. Save me, or else he'll beat me. No, your own folly shall, and since you put me To my last charm, look upon this, and tremble. At the sight of a fair ring? the Kings, I take it. I have seen him wear the like; if he hath sent it as a favour to me. Yes, 'tis very likely, His dying mother's gift, prized at his crown, By this he does command you to be mine, By his gift you are so: you may yet redeem all. You are in a wrong account still. Though the King may Dispose of my life and goods, my mind's mine own, And shall be never yours. The King (Heaven bless him) Is good and gracious, and being in himself Abstemious from base and goatish looseness, Will not compel against their wills, chaste Maidens, To dance in his magnious circles. I believe Forgetting it, when he washed his hands, you stole it With an intent to awe me. But you are cozened, I am still myself, and will be. A proud haggard, And not to be reclaimed, which of your grooms, Your coachman, fool, or footman, ministers Night physic to you? You are foul-mouthed, Much fairer Than thy black soul, and so I will proclaim thee. Were I a man, thou durst not speak this. Heaven So prosper me, as I resolve to do it To all men, and in every place, scorned by A tit of pen-pence? Now I begin to be valiant Nay, I will draw my sword. O for a butcher! do a friend's part, pray you carry him the length of't. I give him three years, and a day to match my Toledo, And then we'll fight like Dragons. Pray have patience. I may live to have vengeance; My Bertoldo Would not have heard this. Madam. Pray you spare Your language; Prithee fool, and make me merry: That is my Office ever. I must do, Not talk, this glorious gallant shall hear from me. IS the breach made assaultable? Yes, and the moat Filled up, the cannonier hath done his parts, We may enter six a breast. There's not a man Dares show himself upon the wall Defeat not The soldiers hoped-for spoil. If you, Sir, Delay the assault, and the City be given up To your discretion, you in honour cannot Use the extremity of war, but in Compassion to 'em, you to us prove cruel. And an enemy to yourself. A hindrance to The brave revenge you have vowed Temper your heat, And lose not by too sudden rashness, than Which be but patient, will be offered to you Security ushers ruin; proud contempt Of an enemy three parts vanquished with desire And greediness of spoil, have often wrested A certain victory from the conquerors gripe. Discretion is the tutor of the war, Valour the pupil, and when we command With lenity and your directions followed With cheerfulness, a prosperous end must crown Our works well undertaken.
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I'll ase you of the trouble, Coy, and disdainefull. Save me, or else he'll beat me. No, your owne folly shall, and since you put mee To my last charme, look upon this, and tremble. At the sight of a faire ring? the Kings, I take it. I have seene him weare the like; if he hath sent it as a favour to mee. Yes, 'tis verie likely, His dying mothers gift, priz'd at his crowne, By this hee does command you to be mine, By his gift you are so: you may yet redeme all. You are in a wrong account still. Though the King may Dispose of my life and goods, my mind's mine owne, And shall be never yours. The King (Heaven blesse him) Is good and gracious, and being in himselfe Abstemious from base and goatish loosenesse, Will not compell against their wills, chate Madiens, To dance in his magnious circles. I believe Forgetting it, when he washed his hands, you stole it With an intent to awe me. But you are coozin'd, I am still my selfe, and will be. A proud haggard, And not to be reclaim'd, which of your groomes, Your coach-man, foole, or foot-man, ministers Night phisicque to you? You are soule-mouth'd, Much fairer Then thy blacke soule, and so I will proclaime thee. Were I a man, thou durst not speake this. Heav'n So prosper mee, as I resolve to doe it To al men, and in every place, scorn'd by A tit of pen-pence? Now I begin to be valiant Nay, I will draw my sword. O for a butche! Doe a friends part, pray you carry him the length of't. I give him three yeeres, and a day to match my oledo, And then wee'll fight like Dragons. Pray have patience. I may live to have vengeance; My Bertoldo Would not have heard this. Madam. 'Pray you spare Your language; Pre'thee foole, and make me merry: That is my Office ever. I must doe, Not talke, this glorious gallant shall heare from me. IS the breach made assaultable? Yes, and the moate Fill'd up, the Canonier hath don his parts, We may enter six a brest. There's not a man Dares hew himselfe upon the wall Deseate not The souldiers hop'd-for spoile. If you, Sir, Delay the assault, and the Citie be given up To your discretion, you in honour cannot Vse the extremitie of warre, but in Compassion to 'em, you to us prove cruell. And an enemy to your selfe. A hindrance to The brave revenge you have vow'd Temper your heat, And loose not by too sudden rashnesse, tha Which be but patient, will be offer'd to you Security ushers ruine; proud contempt Of an enemy three parts vanquish'd with desire And greedinesse of spoyle, have often wrested A certaine victory from the Conquerours gripe. Discretion is the tutor of the warre, Valour the pupill, and when we command With lenity and your directions follow'd With cheerefulnesse, a prosperous end must crowne Our workes well undertaken.