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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A69093	Monsieur D'Oliue A comedie, as it vvas sundrie times acted by her Maiesties children at the Blacke-Friers. By George Chapman.	Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.	1606 (1606)	STC 4983; ESTC S107709	37,009	64

Then this vnworthy hell of passionate Earth Is taken vp amongst her fellow Starres Uand. Vnhappie man that euer I returnd And perisht not ere these newes pierst mine eares Vau. Nay be not you that teach men comfort grieued I know your iudgement will set willing shoulders To the knowne burthens of necessitie And teach your wilfull brother patience Who striues with death and from his caues of rest Retaines his wiues dead Corse amongst the liuing For with the rich sweetes of restoring Balmes He keepes her lookes as fresh as if she liu'd And in his chamber as in life attirde She in a Chaire sits leaning on her arme As if she onely slept and at her feete He like a mortified hermit clad Sits weeping out his life as hauing lost All his lifes comfort And that she being dead Who was his greatest part he must consume As in an Apoplexy strooke with death Nor can the Duke nor Dutchesse comfort him Nor messagers with consolatory letters From the kinde King of France who is allyed To her and you But to lift all his thoughts Vp to another world where she expects him He feedes his eares with soule-exciting musicke Solemne and Tragicall and so Resolues In those sadde accents to exhale his soule Uan. O what a second Ruthles Sea of woes Wracks mee within my Hauen and on the Shore What shall I doe mourne mourne with them that mourne And make my greater woes their lesse expell This day I le consecrate to sighes and teares And this Next Euen which is my mistresse morning I le greete her wondring at her wilfull humours And with rebukes breaking out of my Loue And duetie to her honour make her see How much her too much curious vertue wrongs her Van. Sayd like the man the world hath euer held you Welcome as new lines to vs our good Now Shall wholly be ascrib'de and trust to you Exeunt Enter Rhoderique and Mugeron Mug. See see the vertuous Countesse hath bidden our day Good night her starres are now visible when was any Lady seene to be so constant in her vow and able to forbeare the society of men so sinceerely Rho. Neuer in this world at least exceeding seldome What shame it is for men to see women so farre surpasse them for when was any man knowne out of iudgement to performe so staied an abstinēce from the society of women Mug. Neuer in this world Rhoderique What an excellent Creature an honest woman is I warrant you the Countesse and her Virgine sister spend all their times in Contemplation watching to see the sacred Spectacles of the night when other Ladies lye drownd in sleepe or sensualitie I st not so think'st Mug. No question Rhoderic. Come come le ts forget we are Courtiers and talke like honest men tell truth and shame all trauaylers and tradesmen Thou beleeu'st all 's naturall beautie that shewes faire though the Painter enforce it and sufferst in soule I know for the honorable Ladie Mug. Can any heart of Adamant not yeeld in compassion to see spotlesse Innocencie suffer such bitter pennance Rhoder. A very fitte stocke to graffe on Tush man thinke what she is thinke where she liues thinke on the villanous cunning of these times Indeed did we liue now in old Saturnes time when women had no other art than what Nature taught am and yet there needes little Art I wisse to teach a woman to dissemble when Luxurie was vnborne at least vntaught the art to steale from a forbidden tree when Coaches when Perwigges and painting when Maskes and Masking in a word when Court and Courting was vnknowne an easie mist might then perhappes haue wrought vpon my sence as it does now on the poore Countesse and thine Mug. O world Rho. O flesh Mug. O Diuell Rhod. I tell thee Mugeron the Flesh is growne so great with the Diuell as there 's but a little Honestie left i th world That that is is in Lawyers they ingrosse all S'foote what gaue the first fire to the Counts Iealousie Mug. What but his misconstruction of her honourable affection to Uandome Rho. Honourable affection first shee s an ill huswife of her honour that puts it vpon construction but the presumption was violent against her no speeche but of Vandome no thought but of his memorie no myrth but in his companie besides the free entercourse of Letters Fauours and other entertainments too too manifest signes that her heart went hand in hand with her tongue Mug. Why was shee not his mistresse Rhod. I I a Court tearme for I wotte what slight Vandome the Stallion of the Court her deuoted Seruant and forsoothe loues her honourablie Tush hee s a foole that beleeues it for my part I loue to offende in the better part still and that is to iudge charitable But now forsoothe to redeeme her Honour shee must by a laborious and violent kinde of Purgation Rubbe off the Skinne to wash out the spotte Turne her Chamber to a Cell the Sunne into a Taper And as if shee liu'd in another worlde amongst the Antipodes make our night her day and our day her night that vnder this curtaine shee may laye his iealousie a sleepe whiles shee turnes poore Argus to Acteon and makes his Sheets common to her Seruaunt Vandome Mug. Uandome Why hee was mette i' th streete but euen now newly arriv'd after three yeares trauaile Rhod. Newely arriv'd hee has beene arriv'd this twelue-month and has euer since lyne close in his mistresse cunning darkenesse at her seruice Mug. Fye a the Deuill who will not enuie slaunder O the miserable condition of her Sexe borne to liue vnder all construction If shee be courteous shee s thought to be wanton if shee be kinde shee s too willing if coye too wilfull if shee be modest shee s a clowne if shee bee honest shee s a foole And so is hee Enter D'oliue Rhod. What Monsieur D'oliue the onely admyrer of wit and good words D'ol. Morrowe wits morrowe good wits my little parcell of wit I haue Roddes in pisse for you how doest Iacke may I call thee Syr Iack yet Mug. You may Syr Syrs as commendable an addition as Iacke for ought I knowe D'ol. I know it Iacke and as common too Rho. Go too you may couer wee haue taken notice of your embroydered Beuer D'ol. Looke you by Heauen tha' art one of the maddest bitter slaues in Europe I doe but wonder how I made shifte to loue thee all this while Rho. Go too what might such a parcell guilt couer be worth Mug. Perhappes more then the whole peece besides D'ol. Good yfaith but bytter O you madde slaues I thinke you had Satyres to your syres yet I must loue you I must take pleasure in you and yfaith tell mee how i st liue I see you doe but how but how witts Rho. Faith as you see like poore younger Brothers D'ol. By your wittes Mug. Nay not turnd Poets neither D'ol. Good soothe but indeede to say truth Time was when the sonnes