Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 498 words
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Not at all, he says women overcome men in Giving counsel. Is there not a faulty word amongst them? Thou art able to corrupt any good sense, with bad construction: I say foeminae vincunt, that is, quasi vincere cunctos, Overcomes all men. Go to, go to, there is a broad word amongst'em, vincunt Quotha, is it spoke with a K, or a C? but in plain Language I will do my best, if she be of my sex, I Will show her the end of her function, men follow The traditions of their forefathers, so should Women follow the trades of their fore-mothers. I see thou hast persuasive oratory. Here's juice of liquorish, good for thy voice, Speak freely, and effectually. I will speak the words that have o'erthrown a Hundred in my time. I was within compass then. Let me have access to her, if she be flesh & blood, I'll move her, I will not leave her till I turn her to a stone. Unite your forces both, conquer in love, I will reward as for a victory Purchased with blood from my worst enemy: Effect, for ill things have their effects we see Prosper, we'll call it a prosperity. You'll bring me to the place and party? Prepared with all advantage. I will assist thee, thou Destroyer of maidenheads. Your passions err my Lord, did you foresee What may ensue; folly begets danger, Nay oft, their full effects, destruction; You would not clothe the nobleness of your blood In such base weeds, she's a beggar you dote on. thoust spoke the worst thy malice can invent, A beggar sayst? and better being so, If a small Star could overshine the Sun, And show his brightness in the solstice, Should it be blamed or praised? the feeble Vine Brings forth sweet fruits, whilst the cedar's barren; Beggar is she, I'll poise her graces with't, And see how many infinites she'll pull The balance down, and yet that poverty A goodness disesteemed, she's fair, Modest, lovely, wise, virtuous. Nay, if you dote, I'll waste no more good counsel, And what's her dower Sir? Infinites, I named them to thee. O she's fair, a fair dowry. Chaste and virtuous. Those are jewels indeed, but they'll yield little. They are not things of prize, they are far off, And dear, yet Ladies send not for'em. May not a league be taken for a time? Defer this hasty match, you have employment As a Soldier, the King has given you charge, Approve your champion valour in the field, If that remove not this domestic trouble, Retire upon your Venus. I'll prevent that venom, This night I will be married to my sweet, And then her memory enjoyed, shall strengthen Mine arm against my foe, which else would droop, Suspecting of her loss, I fear it now; What eye can look upon her, but is captived In the enchanted prison of her eyes. Why you'll be jealous in your absence then?
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Not at all, he sayes women overcome men in Giving counsell. Is there not a faulty word amongst them? Thou art able to corrupt any good sence, with bad construction: I say foeminae vincunt, that is, quasi vincere cunctos, Ouercomes all men. Go to, go to, there is a broad word amongst'm, vincunt Quotha, is it spoke with a K, or a C? but in plaine Language I will doe my best, if she be of my sexe, I Will shew her the end of her function, men follow The traditions of their forefathers, so should Women follow the trades of their fore-mothers. I see thou hast perswasive oratory. Here's iuyce of liquorish, good for thy voyce, Speake freely, and effectually. I will speake the words that have o'rethrowne a Hundred in my time. I was within compass then. Let me have accesse to her, if she be flesh & bloud, I'le move her, I will not leave her till I turne her to a stone. Vnite your forces both, conquer in love, I will reward as for a victory Purchac't with bloud from my worst enemy: Effect, for ill things have their effects we see Prosper, wee'le call it a prosperity. You'le bring me to the place and party? Prepar'd with all advantage. I will assist thee, thou Destroyer of mayden-heads. Your passions erre my Lord, did you foresee What may ensue; folly begets danger, Nay oft, their full effects, destruction; You would not clothe the noblenesse of your bloud In such base weedes, shee's a beggar you doate on. Th'ast spoke the worst thy malice can invent, A beggar say'st? and better being so, If a small Starre could overshine the Sunne, And shew his brightnesse in the solsticie, Should it be blam'd or prais'd? the feeble Vine Brings forth sweet fruits, whilst the Cedars's barren; Beggar is she, I'le poyse her graces with't, And see how many infinites shee'le pull The ballance downe, and yet that poverty A goodnesse dis-esteem'd, shee's faire, Modest, lovely, wise, vertuous. Nay, if you doate, I'le waste no more good counsell, And what's her dower Sir? Infinites, I nam'd them to thee. O shee's faire, a faire dowry. Chast and vertuous. Those are iewels indeed, but they'le yeeld little. They are not things of prise, they are farre off, And deare, yet Ladies send not for'em. May not a league be taken for a time? Deferre this hasty match, you have employment As a Souldier, the King has given you charge, Approve your champion valour in the field, If that remoue not this domesticke trouble, Retire upon your Uenus. I'le prevent that venome, This night I will be married to my sweet, And then her memory enjoy'd, shall strengthen Mine arme against my foe, which else would droope, Suspecting of her losse, I feare it now; What eye can looke upon her, but is captiv'd In the inchanted prison of her eyes. Why you'le be jealous in your absence then?