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Love and honour written by W. Davenant, Knight.
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D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668.
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1649
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Wing D329; ESTC R17488
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Altest But she would none Vas Name her the pleasures of the marriage bed She cries she is more taken with the grave 'Cause there we are not wak'd with cough not aches Altest Why sure she knows for she looks as she had Been long buried Vas And then I us'd fine phrases And talk'd what call you it of Hymens Tapers Which she interprets sir according to Some modern Doctresse of her Sect Hel fire A warmth you know we Souldiers do abhor Fri. 'T is base to need it after death we have Been hardly bred and can endure the cold Enter Widow and Lelia Vas She comes this is her breathing roome use your Endeavours Gentlemen tell her her frowns Already have so wrought that my life now Will nere be fit to come into a Lease Wid. Lelia a Chaire I cannot last 't is more Than 58 yeares since I had hams to trudge Vas I am your Guardian that come to visit you Wid. What need it sir I practice no escape I cannot flye Vas No were the window open You would behave your selfe as nimbly on Your wings as any witch in Europe Wid What saies he Lelia a witch Lel. He saies we must one day all flye upward Heaven is the place we wish for Wid. 'T is well said sir for thither we must go Both old and young no remedy Vas As soone as you please if you 'r but marry me Wid. Does he talk of marriage Lel. He sayes if you please for sooth Wi. Alas my vow of widowhood is not yet Expir'd if he comes some ten yeares hence Altest About that time she 'l make a good wife For an Antiquary to get Records on Frt. Although her skin be Parchment 't is not large Enough to write her Annals in sn'ath liv'd so long already Uas How did you like the cullelse widow that I sent you last Wid. Why sir It went down Uas Though the Sea were turn'd to plum broth t' would all down I have measur'd her throat 't is wider gent. And deeper than a well alas the Duke Considers not my charge I 'ld rather boold Too Young Giants and allow each of them A wolfe in stead of a dog t' eat their fragments Alt. Thou shouldst get her month search'd I 'le lay my life Sh'ath new furnish'd her gummes with artificiall teeth She could not grinde so else Friv. Though you must seede her at your owne cost the proclamation Beleeve me allowes none but naturall teeth Uas When she is once i' th fit of swallowing If a cap on float in her broth why she Considers it no more than a small bee or a May fly Lelia You should beare up you are too backward sir Uas Sayst thou so wench widow prepare your selfe For I must marry you to night or else You fast to morrow if the Duke will not Afford us fasting dayes I shall make bold To borrow em o' th Kalender this night No longer time to delay a good deed Wid. Vh uh uh Altest This cough Vasco is of some great antiquity How wilt thou sleep by her Frivo A little Opium after supper and let her cough like a Cannon from a sort I 'le free thee from waking Vas Come come provide trimme up your hood widow And ayre your petty coates i' th sunne it is A case of conscience Gent. we must All marry and live chast Wid. Why sir if we must needs Altest I thought she would consent good heart it is As towardly an old thing Deare Vasco Provide us musick wee 'l dance her to death Thou shalt be her husband ere night and her Executor before morning Vas Sooth Gent. that's all I desire Any thing that is reason contents me Friv. Go kisse her by this hand a Brownist is More amorous a notch'd premice a very Aretine in comparison of thee Vasco kisses her Vas By your leave widow Wid. Much good may 't do you sir these comforts come But seldome after fourescore the world indeed Is grown so wicked that we never thinke Of comforting one another Lel. I told you she would soften sir alas A little raw and modest at the first Altest A very green pippin of the last yeares growth Vas You shall finde me a kind of sparrow widow A barly corne does as much as a potatoe Wid. Blessing on your heart sir we should doe good Freely as they say without egging on Uas Rise and stir your feet 't is healthfull for you They lift her up There softly so Altest If one of the haires of my eye brow lye But in her way she 's gone and falls like an Elephant whose leggs are cut with a chaine shot Friv. Her Os Sacrum needs a little Prop. Vas Why Gentlemen ther 's nere a wench in Italy Moves farther in a day provide her litter But easie and her two mules well fed Courage widow how is it now Wid. A certaine stitch sir in my side but t' will away in time Vas I you are young enough But given too much to hoyting and to barly breake Then dance naked till you take cold good faith You must looke too 't Lelia take heed you aire Her wedding smock Altest Let it be made of Catts skin furre Frivo Or a watch mans rugge gowne but that her skin Will weare it out too soone Vas Frivolo yo are too lowde Frivo I warrant thee I have measured her eares She heares in distance but an inch length Uas You 'l in and set the house in order widow I 'le fetch a priest Wid. Truly sir I 'ld faine aske my friends advice One that hath seen but little of the world Would be glad you know of counsell Vas No counsell widdow nay if you want metall Let them call 't rashnesse our youth will excuse all Wid. VVell Sir you know where marriages are made 'T is not my fault Lelia provide a broome And sweepe away the rhume neere the green Couch And d' you heare look for one of my cheek teeth That dropt under the wanscore bed Lel. And shall I stop't forsooth with salt Wid. I and fling 't 'i th fire you are weary sir Uas No quite so lusty widow as your selfe But shall keepe pace the journey being so short Enter Altesto Alt. Quick in with her Uasco whilst the fit holds Exeunt Widow Uas Lel. With cable and thong he drew her along so heavily to the Priest And vow'd to untoe her ere he did wooe her make her up after who list Frivo Ah Rogue thou art a very Larke in the morning Altest And what at night Frivolo Friv. A very owle Altest Thou art a coxcombe beyond all redemption Of wit lesse thou straight resolve to marry Lelia Thy friends will think the match so fit none shall Forbid the banes I knew her mother too She 's wondrous rich in pewter small wine caske And spits Friv. Yes I have heard o' th wealthy Dowager She kept a the ch'd Nunnery in my quarter Enter Tristan Trist Wher 's Uasca Gentlemen I am in haste Altest Why
much of softnes as Declares you had a mother too must I Be led a captive land in a cruell land Lament your victorie Pros Altesto be are her from my sight make haste I am not safe when I converse with teares Exeunt Altesto Evandra I would ambition were not brave in war Or that the rage of Princes had not made It lawfull to subdue whom they dislike Or 't were ignoble to inflict a miserie As to indur 't our selves Frivolo where Didst thou leave the prince Friv. In pursuit of the Duke who since we heare Recovered Millaine which causs'd him sound us Drum march afar off A retreat heark sir his march leades hither It is his way to Turin Enter Calladine The prince the prince my Lord Prospero You have been sought for the valiant prince For this day's action hath advunt'd you to The publique eare and we your friends rejoyc'd Pros I did but as his bold example gave Me fire I saw him conquer kill and leade In fetters sad Faces which I 〈…〉 Before and I beleev'd 't was good I wish That heaven may thinke so too I do converse VVith bookes but I have heard our enemies Although they wrong'd not me must be so us'd Enter Alvaro Soldiers stripping off his Corslet Vnbuckle Calladine the day is hott And our great businesse cooles like to their heates That fled to humbled Millaine have lest Their fainting honour hovering over our crests Leade on my horse in triumph I will march On foot he hath perform'd his worke as he Had equall'd me in sence of what he did Cal. Sir Prospero the Count whom your kind feares Pros-kneeles kisses his hand So heartily inquir'd for i' th retreat Alva Passe noble youth and let me hold thee neere My heart joyne thy stout brest to mine that we May grow a while together in our love Yet when divided be the same in thought And act this day then hast begot an historie And given our Savoy Chronicles a theame To teach them boast and be beleev'd Pros Alvaro my dread Prince why should you lose Your prayse on me that did but imitate The faintest of your vigour and your skill You bred mee from my childhood to doe things That they call glorious though dull and much unlearnd I cannot teach the cause of what I doe More than your example and command Alva Since thou gott'st strength to weare a sword thou hast Been mine and t' hath been drawn to execute My will and though I know not why thou wast A verse to arts and written labours of The wise yet discipline of warre thou lov'dsts And bring thee to a 〈◊〉 steed him thou VVouldst sit and mannage with such gentle rule That our Idolatrous Philosophers Beleev'd thou hadst created whom thou I caught'st Pros Your love will breed me envy sir something I 've done since you are pleas'd to vallew so My weaker toyles which may perhaps deserve Your fathers thanks and yours and 's yet unknown Vnto you both Evandra heir of Millaine I have sought for tane prisoner and sent To Turin a reward for our just war Alva Hah the faire Evandra made prisoner And Prospero by hee Pros Why should you thinke him whom you prais'd So much unfit for such a victorie Alva Now all the blessings of my faithfull love Are lost she whom I doated on with my Most chast and early apetite is sent In bonds t' apease my cruell fathers wrath Call My Lord he lov'd her much though temp'rately Conceald from gen'rall knowledge and his friends Pros Then mount my courser Frivolo and try If by the happy quicknesse of his speed Thou canst recover her returne and use Her with such faire respective homage as May expiate my violent surprize Ex. Friv. Alva Fly fly I would thy nimble motion could Oretake the arrow from th' Assyrian bow Or swifter lightning whom our fight pursues And is to slow to reach Pros What have I done that I should thus mistake An act of valiant glorie for a deed That argues an austere Ignoble rage Alv. Faire Evandra the pide of Italy In whom the Graces met to rectifie Themselves that had not cause enough to blush Vnlesse for pitty they were not so good As she think now the Easterne spices sweet And that the blossoms of the spring perfume The morning ayre necessity must rule Beliefe le ts strew our Altars with them now Since she 's imprisond stifled and chok'd up Like weeping Roses in a still whose Inarticulate breath Heaven through a purer sacrifice than all our orizons Pros Is she not fitter then For Turin than for Millaine sir I saw You take prisoners and in my fury had Discretion to atchieve the best Alva O thou hast lost my heart hence doth proceed This recreant act that to thy savage courage I could never joyne the temperature Of sweet Philosophy hadst thou been learnd And read the noble deeds of gentle knights Reason had check'd thy rage thy vallor would Have been more pittifull than to have lead A virgin into harsh captivity Pros I thought I had done well Alv. How well draw back that falshood in thy breath Agen or I will pierce thy heart that thou Mayst dye Impenitent Drawes his sword Call stayes him Vnhand me Callandine I 've already met My better thoughts why should I waste my wrath On such a forester wild as the woods Where he should graze with the brute heard who though they want Discoursive soule are lesse inhumane farre than he Pros She was the daughter of our greatest enemie And so I us'd her sir Alva A cholerick Beare or hungry Panther would Have us'd her with more soft remorce had I Incounterd her in the mad heate of chace In all the fury of the fight I would Have taught my angry steed the easie and The peacefull motion of a lambe She should have set his back soft as the ayre And in her girdle bridle him more curb'd Than in his soaming bitt whilst I her slave Walk'd by marking what hasty flowers sprung up Invited by her eye-beames from their cold rootes And this would each true soldier do that had Refin'd his courage with the sober checks Of sweet Philosophy Pros Would you had taught me some Philosophy Before I learn'd to fight Enter Frivolo All hope is past she was convey'd in one Of your swift chariots sir which it doth seem Altesto did unhappily oretake And she 's ere this within our Turnt walls Pros Such language and such newes better become The fatall birds of night so Ravens croke When they fly ore the mansions of the sick And bode their deaths Alv. Prospero see me no more Th' art a disease unto my injurd sight Flye to some lustfull coast where none but Goates And Satyrs live where the name of virgin is As strange as this thy cruelty there thou Mayst hope to wander not contemn'd should I Behold thy face agen and let thee live My patience would become my vildest guilt Cal. See sir he weepes can