Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 502 words
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Why do you sigh? can you be doubtful of me? By that fair name, I in the wars have purchased, And all my actions hitherto untainted, I will not be more true to mine own Honour, Than to my Alworth. As you are the brave Lord Lovell, Your bare word only given, is an assurance Of more validity, and weight to me Than all the oaths bound up with imprecations, Which when they would deceive, most Courtiers practice: Yet being a man (for sure to style you more Would relish of gross flattery) I am forced Against my confidence of your worth, and virtues, To doubt, nay more to fear. So young, and jealous? Were you to encounter with a single foe, The victory were certain: but to stand The charge of two such potent enemies, At once assaulting you, as Wealth and Beauty, And those too seconded with Power, is odds Too great for Hercules. Speak your doubts, and fears, Since you will nourish 'em in plainer language, That I may understand 'em. What's your will; Though I lend arms against my self, (provided They may advantage you) must be obeyed. My much loved Lord, were Margaret only fair, The cannon of her more than earthly form, Though mounted high, commanding all beneath it, And rammed with bullets of her sparkling eyes, Of all the bulwarks that defend your senses Could batter more, but that which guards your sight. But when the well tuned accents of her tongue Make music to you, and with numerous sounds Assault your hearing (such as if Ulysses Now lived again, howe'er he stood the Sirens, Could not resist) the combat must grow doubtful, Between your Reason, and rebellious Passions. Add this too; when you feel her touch, and breath, Like a soft Western wind, when it glides o'er Arabia, creating gums, and spices: And in the Van, the Nectar of her lips Which you must taste, bring the battalia on, Well armed, and strongly lived with her discourse, And knowing manners, to give entertainment, Hippolytus himself would leave Diana, To follow such a Venus. Love hath made you Poetical, Alworth. Grant all these beat off, Which if it be in man to do, you'll do it; Mammon in Sir Giles Overreach steps in With heaps of ill got gold, and so much land, To make her more remarkable, as would tire A falcon's wings in one day to fly over. O my good Lord, these powerful aids, which would Make a misshapen Negro beautiful, (Yet are but ornaments to give her lustre, That in herself is all perfection) must Prevail for her. I here release your trust. 'Tis happiness, enough, for me to serve you, And sometimes with chaste eyes to look upon her. Why shall I swear? O by no means my Lord; And wrong not so your judgement to the world As from your fond indulgence to a boy, Your page, your servant, to refuse a blessing divers Great men are rivals for.
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Why do you sigh? can you be doubtfull of mee? By that faire name, I in the warres haue purchas'd, And all my actions hitherto vntainted, I will not be more true to mine owne Honour, Than to my Alworth. As you are the braue Lord Louell, Your bare word only giuen, is an assurance Of more validity, and weight to me Than all the othes bound vp with imprecations, Which when they would deceiue, most Courtiers practize: Yet being a man (for sure to stile you more Would rellish of grosse flatterie) I am forc'd Against my confidence of your worth, and vertues, To doubt, nay more to feare. So young, and iealous? Were you to encounter with a single foe, The victorie were certaine: but to stand The charge of two such potent enemies, At once assaulting you, as Wealth and Beauty, And those too seconded with Power, is oddes Too great for Hercules. Speake your doubts, and feares, Since you will nourish 'em in plainer language, That I may vnderstand 'em. What's your will; Though I lend armes against my felfe, (prouided They may aduantage you) must be obeyed. My much lou'd Lord, were Margaret only faire, The cannon of her more than earthly forme, Though mounted high, commanding all beneath it, And ramn'd with bullets of her sparkeling eyes, Of all the bulwarkes that defend your senses Could batter more, but that which guards your sight. But when the well tun'd accents of her tongue Make musike to you, and with numerous sounds Assault your hearing (such as if Vlysses Now liu'd againe, how ere he stood the Sirens, Could not resist) the combat must grow doubtfull, Betweene your Reason, and rebellious Passions. Ad this too; when you feele her touch, and breath, Like a soft Westerne wind, when it glides o're Arabia, creating gummes, and spices: And in the Van, the Nectar of her lippes Which you must tast, bring the battalia on, Well arm'd, and strongly liu'd with her discourse, And knowing manners, to giue entertainement, Hyppolitus himselfe would leaue Diana, To follow such a Uenus. Loue hath made you Poeticall, Alworth. Grant all these beat off, Which if it be in man to doe, you'le doe it; Mammon in Sir Giles Ouerreach stepps in With heapes of ill got gold, and so much land, To make her more remarkable, as would tire A Falcons winges in one day to fly ouer. O my good Lord, these powerfull aydes, which would Make a mishapen Negro beautifull, (Yet are but ornaments to giue her lustre, That in her selfe is all perfection) must Preuaile for her. I here release your trust. 'Tis happinesse, enough, for me to serue you, And sometimes with chast eyes to looke vpon her. Why shall I sweare? O by no meanes my Lord; And wrong not so your iudgement to the world As from your fond indulgence to a boy, Your page, your seruant, to refuse a blessing Diuers Great men are riualls for.