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 T6 Money, debt and credit · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
A scratch got in your service, else not worth Your observation; I bring not madam In honour of your birthday, antique plate, Or pearl, for which the savage Indian dives Into the bottom of the Sea; nor Diamonds hewn from steep rocks with danger: Such as give To those that have what they themselves want, aim at A glad return with profit: yet despise not My offering at the altar of your favour; Nor let the lowness of the giver lessen The height of what's presented. Since it is A precious jewel, almost forfeited, And dimmed with clouds of infamy redeemed And in in its natural splendour, with addition, Restored to the true owner. How is this? Not to hold you in suspense, I bring you, madam, Your wounded reputation cured, the sting Of virulent malice, festering your fair name, Plucked out and trod on. That proud man, that was Denied the honour of your bed, yet durst With his untrue reports, strumpet your fame, Compelled by me, hath given himself the lie, And in his owne blood wrote it, you may rd Fulgentio subscribed. I am amazed! It does deserve it, Madam. Common service Is fit for hinds, and the reward proportioned To their conditions. Therefore look not on me As a follower of your father's fortunes, or One that subsists on yours, you frown I my service Merits not this aspect. Which of my savours, I might say bounties, hath begot, and nourished This more than rude presumption? since you had An itch to try your desperate valour, wherefore Went you not to the war? couldst thou suppose My innocence could ever fall so low, As to have need of thy rash sword to guard it Against malicious slander? O how much Those Ladies are deceived and cheated, when The clearness and integrity of their actions Do not defend themselves, and stand secure On their own bases? Such as in a colour Of seeming service give protection to 'em, Betray their own strengths. Malice scorned, puts out itself, but argued, gives a kind of credit To a false accusation. In this This your most memorable service, you believed You did me right, but you have wronged me more In your defence of my undoubted honour, Then false Fulgentio could. I am sorry, What Was so well intended, is so ill received, Yet under your correction you wished Bertoldo had been present. True I did: But he and you, Sir, are not parallels, Nor must you think yourself so. I am what You'll please to have me. If Bertoldo had Punished Fugentio's insolence, it had shown His love to her, whom in his judgement he Vouchsafe to make his wife. A height I hope Which you dare not aspire to. The same actions Suit not all men alike: but I perceive Repentance in your looks. For this time leave me I may forgive, perhaps forget your folly, Conceal yourself till this storm be blown over. You will be sought for, yet for my estate Can hinder it, shall not suffer in my service.
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A scratch got in your service, else not worth Your observation; I bring not Madame In honour of your birth-day, anticque plate, Or pearle, for which the savage Indian dives Into the bottome of the Sea; nor Diamonds Hewne from steepe rockes with danger: Such as give To those that have what they themselves want, aime at A glad returne with profit: yet despise not My offering at the altar of your favour; Nor let the lownesse of the giver lessen Te height of whats presented. Since it is A pretious jewell, almost forfeyted, And dimn'd with clouds of infamy redeem'd And in in its naturall splendor, with addition, Restor'd to the true owner. How is this? Not to hold you in suspence, I bring you, Madame, Your wounded reputation cur'd, the sting Of virulent malice, festring your faire name, Pluck'd out and trode on. That proud man, that was Deny'd the honour of your bed, yet durst With his untrue reports, trumpet your ame, Compell'd by mee, hath given himselfe the lye, And in his owne blood wrote it, you may rd Fulgentio subscrib'd. I am amaz'd! It does deserve it, Madam. Common service Is fit for hindes, and the reward proportion'd To their conditions. Therefore looke not on mee As a follower of your fathers fortunes, or One that subsists on yours, you frowne I my service Merits not this aspect. Which of my savors, I might say bounties, hath begot, and nourish'd This more then rude presumption? since you had An itch to try your desperate valour, wherefore Went you not to the warre? couldst thou suppose My innocence could ever fall so low, As to have need of thy rash sword to guard it Against malicious slander? O how much Those Ladies are deceiv'd and cheated, when The clearnesse and integrity of their actions Doe not defend themselves, and stand secure On their owne bases? Such as in a colour Of seeming service give protection to 'em, Betray their owne strengrhes. Malice scorn'd, puts out It selfe, but argu'd, gives a kinde of credit To a false accusation. In this This your most memorable service, you beleev'd You did me right, but you have wrong'd mee more In your defence of my undoubted honour, Then false Fulgentio could. I am sorry, What Was so well intended, is so ill receiv'd, Yet under your correction you wish'd Bertoldo had beene present. True I did: But he and you, Sir, are not parallells, Nor must you thinke your selfe so. I am what You'll please to have mee. If Bertoldo had Punish'd Fugentio's insolence, it had showne His love to her, whom in his judgement hee Vouchsafe to make his wife. A height I hope Which you dare not aspire to. The same actions Sute not all men alike: but I perceive Repentance in your lookes. For this time leave me I may forgive, perhaps forget your folly, Conceale yourselfe till this storme be blowne over. You will be sought for, yet for my estate Can hinder it, shall not suffer in my sevice.