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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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LOVE AND HONOVR Written by W. DAVENANT Knight Presented by His Majesties Servants at the Black-Fryers LONDON Printed for Hum Robinson at the Three Pidgeons and Hum Moseley at the Princes Armes in St. Pauls Church-yard 1649. Dramatis Personae The old Duke of Savoy His brother The Duke of Millaine Disguised like Embassadors Alvaro Prince of Savoy Leonell Prince of Parma Prospero a young Count Caladine an old Counsellor Vasco a Collonell Altesto Frivolo Tristan Officers and Souldiers Evandra Heire of Millaine Melora Sister to Leonell An old Widow Lelia her Maide Boy Musitians Souldiers Servants The Scaene Savoy LOVE AND HONOVR Act 1. Scaena 1. A Retreate being sounded as from far Enter Vasco Altesto Frivolo Vasco HEark boyes they sound us a retreat this skirmish sirs Was no rare pastime to continue at 'T is saffer wrastling in a bed give me Hence-forth your white fac'd foe a plumpe faire enemie That weares her head peece lac'd I 'm for a cambrick helmet I. Altesto And yet these mighty men of Millain got But little by the sport some of them shall Vouchsafe to weare a single arme heareafter Two wodden leggs too and limpe their dayes out In an Hospitall Frivolo How an Hospitall Vasco A rode a rode your highway sir is now Your onely walke of state for your maim'd soldier Your Hospitalls and pensions are reseru'd For your maim'd Mercer decay'd sonnes o' th shop That have been often crackd not in their crownes Like us but in their credit sir Frivolo And placket squires that have bin long diseas'd In their Lords service a score of duckets Shall bribe them into place where they may sleep And eate and pray too but with breath so much Vnholsome th' ayre can hardly purify't And make it fit to reach neare heaven Altesto Well the surprize o' th cittadell wherein The Duke had plac'd his daughter with the Ladies Of her traine and treasure too was a service Of most rare work Vasco Just when they sally'd out To cut our Rere in peeces then steale in By Ambush wisely layd and make them all Our prize was miracle Frivolo They say his daughter scap'd and fled with her As her best guard one they call Leonell Enter Tristan Whom our Count Prospero pursu'd Vas Tristan Welcome is all our pillage waggond Shall it to night see Turin Tristan All 's safe my lusty leader our horse too Have sounded a retreat and the foe sneakes He walkes with 's hands in 's pockets like a skipper In a frost Vas Well let me reckon my estate First a widdow prisoner Altesto Mine's a maide prisoner Young my Vasco she 's yet in her first blush And I 've dispatch'd her unto Turn too My Mothers house thy prisoner in her company They are acquainted Vasco You have the luck these bald chinnes are as familiar With their good starrs as with spur-rowells Play with them and turn'em which way they please I fought as well as he and yet forsooth His prisoner must be faire and young mine So old she might have given Hercules suck Now she sucks too for she hath no teeth left In one moneth she 'l cost me as much in cawdles And sweet candy as her ransome comes too Fri But you have other pillage Captaine Vas Let me see 3 Barbarie horses with rich Caparisons 2 Chests o' th Generalls cloths Alt. And I 2 chests o' th Generalls plate Friv. In those I share Altesto Uasco How plate shall we incounter our sowe'd fish And broyld Pullen in silver service rogues Like furr'd Magnificoes Frivolo We shall Captaine but you may dip your morsell in good china earth Altest All your plate Uasce is the silver handle Of your old prisoners franne Enter Prospero wounded and Evandra her armes in a scarfe Piniond Trist Here comes Prospero the valiant Count Uas And with him the brave prize Pras Evandra do not mourne I that have made You captive thus with hazard of my youth And blood shall think you now as worthy of My care as of my volour in the fight Can I esteeme you lesse by being mine Evand What have I done unknown unto my heart That I should tempt your valour to so great A 〈◊〉 as my captivity or are my crimes Observ'd more than my prayers that heaven shall leave Me to become the scorne of victorie Pros It is the sad preheminence of your Exemplar birth and beauty to conferr Honour on him that is your conqueror Evan. Honour is that the word that hath so long Betrayd the Emulous world and foold the noblest race Of men into a vex'd and angry death If 't were a vertue 't would not strive t' inthrall And thus distresse the innocent Pros I am the warrs disciple and since first I had the growth to weare a sword I nere Was taught how to subdue by reason but By strength Altesto Altesto My Lord Pros Take here this Lady to your charge conduct Her unto Turin and there guard her in My house till my approach Altesto I shall my Lord Pros Let her be safe Altesto in thy care On forfeiture of life she is my prisoner And th' noblest in the field the beautious Heire of Millaine had not my niggard stars Intended me but halfe a courtesie The Duke her Father had lamented now Under the same fate Vasco I could wish your Lordship would beleeve me A fitter man to take charge of the Lady Pros VVhy Captaine Vas You could not commit her to an Eunuch VVith more safety if the great Turke knew me Honest Achmet he would trust me in 's Seraglio By this hand without defalking one graine beneath the waste Pros Successe hath made you wanton Cap. Uas Besides my Lord I have tane an old Abesse Prisoner O such a Governesse for a Young maid shee l read to her such homilies And teach her such receipts out of the Fathers How to cure the toothach preserve plumms And boyle Amber possits will make her sir In three dayes a very St. Pros VVell you shall take my bounty too close by The valley that doth joyne to th' neighbour grove Lyes conquerd by my sword a Millain knight His wounds medcin'd stopt by the best art I had but by much losse of blood unable yet To move him and his ransome I bestow on you Uas I thank your Lordship Pros But use him nobly Uasco for he hard A courage that well merited his cause And fought with eager and with ssillfull strength To free that lady from my bonds but the glad day was mine Vas He shall be kindly us'd Only your sweet lordship must give me leave When he pay's his ransom to weigh his gold Were he my father sir he must indure The tryall of my scales follow Tristan Pros Make haste see him well waggond and provide A surgeon to attend his cure Ex Vas Trist Evan. Sir can you find no pitty yet within Your breast you have already shewn enough Of your sterne fathers spirit is there not In all your heart so