Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 499 words
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Shall I not trust my eyes Sir? Or taste? I feel her good cheer in my belly. You shall feel me, if you give not over Sirrah, Recover your brains again, and be no more gulled With a beggar's plot assisted by the aids Of serving men, and chambermaids; for beyond these Thou never sawst a Woman, or I'll quit you From my employments. Will you credit this yet? On my confidence of their marriage I offered Welborne (I would give a crown now, I durst say his worship)--- aside My nag, and twenty pounds. Did you so I do? Was this the way to work him to despair Or rather to cross me? Will your worship kill me? No, no; but drive the lying spirit out of you. he's gone. I have done then: now forgetting, Your late imaginary feast, and Lady. Know my Lord Lovell dines with me tomorrow, Be careful nought, be wanting to receive him, And bid my daughter's women trim her up, Though they paint her, so she catch the Lord, I'll thank 'em, There's a piece for my late blows. I must yet suffer: But there may be a time.---- aside. Do you grumble? No Sir. Walk the horses down the hill: something in private, I must impart to Alworth. O my Lord, What sacrifice of reverence, duty watching; Although I could put off the use of sleep, And ever wait on your commands serve 'em; What dangers, though in ne'er so horrid shapes, Nay death itself, though I should run to meet it, Can I, and with a thankful willingness suffer; But still the retribution will fall short Of your bounties showered upon me. Loving Youth; Till what I purpose be put into act, Do not o'erprize it, since you have trusted me With your souls nearest, nay her dearest secret, Rest confident 'tis in a cabinet locked, Treachery shall never open, I have found you (For so much to your face I must profess, How ere you guard your modesty with a blush for't) More zealous in your love, and service to me Than I have been in my rewards. Still great ones Above my merit. Such your Gratitude calls 'em: Nor am I of that harsh, and rugged temper As some Great men are taxed, with who imagine They part from the respect due to their Honours, If they use not all such as follow 'em, Without distinction of their births, like slaves. I am not so conditioned: I can make A fitting difference between my Footboy, And a Gentleman, by want compelled to serve me. 'Tis thankfully acknowledged: you have been More like a Father to me than a Master. Pray you pardon the comparison. I allow it; And to give you assurance I am pleased in't, My carriage and demeanour to your Mistress Fair Margaret, shall truly witness for me I can command my passions. 'Tis a conquest Few Lords can boast of when they are tempted. Oh!
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Shall I not trust my eyes Sir? Or tast? I feele her good cheere in my belly. You shall feele me, if you giue not ouer Sirra, Recouer your braines agen, and be no more gull'd With a beggers plot assisted by the aides Of seruing men, and chambermaides; for beyound these Thou neuer saw'st a Woman, or I'le quit you From my imployments. Will you credit this yet? On my confidence of their marriage I offer'd Welborne (I would giue a crowne now, I durst say his worship) --- aside My nagge, and twenty pounds. Did you so I doe? Was this the way to worke him to despaire Or rather to crosse me? Will your worship kill me? No, no; but driue the lying spirit out of you. Hee's gone. I haue done then: now forgetting, Your late imaginerie feast, and Lady. Know my Lord Louell dins with me to morrow, Be carefull nought, be wanting to receaue him, And bid my daughters women trimne her vp, Though they paint her, so she catch the Lord, Ple thanke 'em, There's a peece for my late blowes. I must yet suffer: But there may be a time. ---- aside. Doe you grumble? No Sir. Walke the horses downe the hill: something in priuate, I must impart to Alworth. O my Lord, What sacrifice of reuerence, dutie watching; Although I could put off the vse of sleepe, And euer waite on your commands serue 'em; What dangers, though in ne're so horri'd shapes, Nay death it selfe, though I should run to meet it, Can I, and with a thankefull willingnesse suffer; But still the retribution will fall short Of your bounties showr'd vpon me. Louing Youth; Till what I purpose be put into act, Doe not o're-prize it, since you haue trusted me With your soules nearest, nay her dearest secret, Rest confident 'tis in a cabinet lock'd, Treachery shall neuer open, I haue found you (For so much to your face I must professe, How er'e you guard your modesty with a blush for't) More zealous in your loue, and seruice to me Than I haue beene in my rewards. Still great ones Aboue my merit. Such your Gratitude calls 'em: Nor am I of that harsh, and rugg'd temper As some Great men are tax'd, with who imagine They part from the respect due to their Honours, If they vse not all such as follow 'em, Without distinction of their births, like slaues. I am not so condition'd: I can make A fitting difference betweene my Foot-boy, And a Gentleman, by want compell'd to serue me. 'Tis thankefully acknowledg'd: you haue beene More like a Father to me than a Master. Pray you pardon the comparison. I allow it; And to giue you assurance I am pleas'd in't, My carriage and demeanor to your Mistrisse Faire Margaret, shall truely witnesse for me I can command my passions. 'Tis a conquest Few Lords can boast of when they are tempted. Oh!