Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 486 words
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Scorn me not good Lady; But as in form you are Angelical Imitate the heavenly natures, and vouchsafe At the least awhile to hear me. You will grant The blood that runs in this arm, is as noble As that which fills your veins; those costly jewels, And those rich clothes you wear; your men's observance, And women's flattery, are in you no virtues, Nor these rags, with my poverty, in me vices. You have a fair fame, and I know deserve it, Yet Lady I must say in nothing more, Than in the pious sorrow you have shown For your late noble husband. How she starts! And hardly can keep finger from the eye To hear him named. Have you ought else to say? That husband Madam, was once in his fortune Almost as low, as I. Want, debts, and quarrels Lay heavy on him: let it not be thought A boast in me, though I say, I relieved him. 'Twas I that gave him fashion; mine the sword That did on all occasions second his; I brought him on, and off with honour, Lady: And when in all men's judgements he was sunk, And in his own hopes not to be bunged up, I stepped unto him, took him by the hand, And set him upright. Are not we base Rogues That could forget this? I confess you made him Master of your estate, nor could your friends Though he brought no wealth with him, blame you for't. For he had a shape, and to that shape a mind Made up of all parts, either great, or noble, So winning a behaviour, not to be Resisted, Madam. 'Tis most true, He had. For his sake then, in that I was his friend, Do not contemn me. For what's past, excuse me, I will redeem it. Order give the Gentleman A hundred pounds. No Madam, on no terms: I will nor beg, nor borrow six pence of you, But be supplied elsewhere, or want thus ever. Only one suit I make, which you deny not To strangers: and 'tis this. Fie, nothing else? Nothing; unless you please to charge your servants, To throw away a little respect upon me. What you demand is yours. I thank you, Lady. Now what can be wrought out of such a suit, Is yet in supposition; I have said all, When you please you may retire. Nay, all's forgotten, And for a lucky Omen to my project, Shake hands, and end all quarrels in the cellar. Agreed, Agreed. Still merry master Welborne. he's gone I warrant thee; this Commission crushed him. Your worship have the way out, and ne'er miss To squeeze these unthrifts into air: and yet The chap-fallen Justice did his part, returning For your advantage the Certificate Against his conscience, and his knowledge too, (With your good favour) to the utter ruin Of the poor Farmer.
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Scorne me not good Lady; But as in forme you are Angelicall Imitate the heauenly natures, and vouchsafe At the least awhile to heareme. You will grant The blood that runs in this arme, is as noble As that which fills your veines; those costly iewells, And those rich clothes you weare; your mens obseruance, And womens flatterie, are in you no vertues, Nor these ragges, with my pouerty, in me vices. You haue a faire fame, and I know deserue it, Yet Lady I must say in nothing more, Than in the pious sorrow you haue show'n For your late noble husband. How she starts! And hardly can keepe finger from the eye To heare him nam'd. Haue you ought else to say? That husband Madam, was once in his fortune Almost as low, as I. Want, debts, and quarrells Lay heauy on him: let it not be thought A boast in me, though I say, I releeu'd him. 'Twas I that gaue him fashion; mine the sword That did on all occasions second his; I brought him on, and off with honour, Lady: And when in all mens iudgements he was sunke, And in his owne hopes not to be bung'd vp, I step'd vnto him, tooke him by the hand, And set him vpright. Are not wee base Rogues That could forget this? I confesse you made him Master of your estate, nor could your friends Though he brought no wealth with him, blame you for't. For he had a shape, and to that shape a minde Made vp of all parts, either great, or noble, So winning a behauiour, not to be Resisted, Madam. 'Tis most true, He had. For his sake then, in that I was his friend, Doe not contemne me. For what's past, excuse me, I will redeeme it. Order giue the Gentleman A hundred pounds. No Madam, on no termes: I will nor begge, nor borrow six pence of you, But be suppli'd elsewhere, or want thus euer. Only one suite I make, which you deny not To strangers: and 'tis this. Fie, nothing else? Nothing; vnlesse you please to charge your seruants, To throw away a little respect vpon mee. What you demand is yours. I thanke you, Lady. Now what can be wrought out of such a suite, Is yet in supposition; I haue said all, When you please you may retire. Nay, all's forgotten, And for a luckie Omen to my proiect, Shake hands, and end all quarrells in the cellar. Agreed, Agreed. Still merry master Welborne. Hee's gone I warrant thee; this Commission crush'd him. Your worship haue the way out, and ne're misse To squeeze these vnthrifts into ayre: and yet The chapp-falne Justice did his part, returning For your aduantage the Certificate Against his conscience, and his knowledge too, (With your good fauour) to the vtter ruine Of the poore Farmer.