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A39704
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The damoiselles a la mode a comedy / compos'd and written by Richard Flecknoe.
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Flecknoe, Richard, d. 1678?
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1667
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Wing F1211; ESTC R18249
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day and but this morning I 'd a dozen of them there nay if please they shall keep an Academy at your Lodging every week An. O Lord Sir you 'l infinitely oblige us for only such as they govern the Fames of the Ladies here in Town and with a Copy of Verses cry them up or Lampoon cry them down when e're they please Mas. Right and besides they can inform you to a half Stanza of all the Verses that are made in Paris every day as who made a Madrigal of 's Mistress Beauty who an Ede of enjoyment who sent an Elegy to his Mistress over night and the answer she made unto 't by next day noon An. I these are things to be known 'bove all your dull Morality and Philosophy Mar. I and Divinity too Sister Mas. Still Ladies you ravish me more and more and since I see y' ar delighted with Poetry I 'le recite you some compositions of mine own A Beseech you Sir Mas. For you must know I 've a Poetical itch sometimes and scratch for it on paper too amongst the rest you shall hear recited in all your most celebrous Assemblies here some hundred Songs and Sonnets of mine as many Odes and Elegies a thousand Madrigals and Epigrams sans number An. And I 'ave a very furious Tender for those Epigrams methinks th' ar the finest things Mas. And for those I shall fit you for I am turning all Roman story into Epigrams Mar. And that must needs be rare and excellent but touching the Verses Sir you promis'd us Mas. You shall have them as soon as I can intreat them of my Memory and these they are made of a Ladies stealing my heart away imagin it your selves The VERSES Ah ha and have I caught you as they say Mos did his Mare stealing my heart away And wo'd you run awaywith't wheny ' avedon I'faith i'faith for all you 'd fain be gone I 'le make you dearly pay for 't e're you part Stop Thief stop Thief my heart my heart my heart An. Rare Mar. Excellent Enter Lysette An. The best as e're I heard Mas. D' ye mark that Ah ha at my entrance into stile what a natural Expression it is as much as to say are you there i'faith or have I caught you as I express it afterwards ah ha Mar. That ah ha alone is worth a whole Epick Poem Mas. Then have I caught you as Mos did catch his Mare there 's an Erudition for you now taken neither from Greek nor Latin but from an English Proverb nothing savouring of Homer nor Virgil and a thousand degrees at least remov'd from the Scholar or Pedant An. I and a thousand and thousand more to that Mas. But you 'd be ravish'd now to hear the air I 've set unto 't Mar Why are ye a Musician too have you learnt Musick Sir Mas. Not learnt it but such Gallants as I know every thing without learning An. Assuredly my dear Mar. Pray let 's hear it Sir Mas. You shall but you must consider 't is a la Cavalier hem hem ah ha c. He sings hoarcely and ridiculously with all the Grimaces of an affected Singer An. Oh! most divine the very Harmony of the Spheres Mar. I 'm enthusiasm'd with it An. 'T is pure Chromatick this Lys. Methink 't is pure Caterwouling if this be a la Cavalier I have enough of it Exit Mar. Did you mark the humouring of the words how at stealing the Musick stole away as 't were and then at running it ran away as fast An. We did and admir'd it Mas. Besides if you markt it at the word stop Thief there was such a Hubbub as you 'd have thought a whole Heu and Cry had been following the rest was in stilo Recitativo An. This 't is now to know the heigth and depth the longitude latitude and every dimension of Art Mas. I can hold no longer ah ah Crys vehemently out they start up Mar. What ayle you Sir Mas. Now by your soft and sweeter bosoms Ladies those perfum'd pillows that love does rest upon you even ravish my heart out of my breast methinks it hangs only by a slender string Oh oh oh I languish faint and die Lies down Mar. Does he not do it rarely Sister those two Monsieurs who came a wooing to us are not worthy to be his Laquys An. I have a certain curiosity to know if he be marryed or no. Mar. I are you there Sister I 'm glad I know it An. And are you jealous Sister I 'm glad I know that too Enter Lysette Mar. Now what 's the news with you Lys. Yonder 's one Count Iodelet without desires to know whither you please to render your selves visible Mar. Oh! I see you 'l learn in time Mas How Count Iodelet Starts up An. I do you know him Mas. Know him my only Comrade in all our former Warrs why Piladis and Orestes and Damon and Pithias were meer strangers and enemies compar'd unto us two Mar Go introduce him strait Exit Lys. Mas. Count Iodelet now Ladies I 'le promise you you shall see the gallantest man in France and bravest Soldier brave upon brave a three pyld brave SCAENA IV Enter Iodelec fantastically habited a la Soldatesque Lysette c. Iodelet VVHat Marquis art thou here Mas Count I am ravisht to see thee go and salute these Ladies that afterward I may more freely pour out my self into thy Embraces Iod. By your fair leave Ladies Kisses their Hands Mas And how dost ha thou lookst somewhat pale methinks Iod. The fatigues of the War and Vigils of the Court but I 'm resolv'd to leave it there 's no reward for men of our merits and deservings now a days who have lost our lives in our Countrys service Mas. I the Children of peace carry all away novv from us the sons of War And hovv long i' st i'faith since thou and I met first i' th Warrs Iod. Let me see some sixteen years as I take it Mas. 'T is more 't is more man by the same token thou commandst a Regiment of Horse on the Gallies of Malta Iod. I we had hot service there Mas. But not so hot as afterwards at taking the half Moon at siege of Graulin Iod. Half Moon 't was a whole one man thou hast forgot Mas. I think it was indeed I 'm sure I 've good reason to remember it for I receiv'd this Musquetad there pray Ladies vouchsafe to feel here An. A very terrible wound indeed Lys. I feel nothing but only the nape of his neck Iod. And I this other coup de Granad pray Ladies stoop and feel here Mar. A horrible one too Lys. There 's nothing but only the hollow of his Ancle I think these Gallants swear nothing but Wounds there 's so many Wounds with them Iod. But now I 'le shew you a terrible one indeed Offers to put down his Hose An. Oh no we beseech you Sir w 'ave seen enough already you 'l fright us