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A18403 Bussy d'Ambois a tragedie: as it hath been often presented at Paules. Chapman, George, 1559?-1634. 1607 (1607) STC 4966; ESTC S107951 41,436 74

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fulsome if your husbands pleasure Be all your Obiect and you aime at Honour In liuing close to him get you from Court You may haue him at home these common Puttofs For common women serue my honor husband Dames maritorious ne're were meritorious Speake plaine and say I do not like you Sir Y' are an illfauor'd fellow in my eie And I am answer'd Tamy. Then I pray be answer'd For in good faith my Lord I do not like you In that sort you like Mons. Then haue at you heere Take with a politique hand this rope of Pearle And though you be not amorous yet be wise Take me for wisdome he that you can loue Is neere the further from you Tamy. Now it comes So ill prepar'd that I may take a poison Vnder a medicine as good cheape as it I will not haue it were it worth the world Mons. Horror of death could I but please your eie You would giue me the like ere you would loose me Honor and husband Tamy. By this light my Lord Y' are a vile fellow and I le tell the King Your occupation of dishonouring Ladies And of his Court a Lady cannot liue As she was borne and with that sort of pleasure That fits her state but she must be defam'd With an infamous Lords detraction Who would endure the Court if these attempts Of open and profest lust must be borne Whos 's there come on Dame you are at your booke When men are at your mistresse haue I taught you Any such waiting womans qualitie Mons. Farewell good husband Exit Mons. Mont. Farewell wicked Lord Enter Mont. Mont. Was not the Monsieur heere Tam. Yes to good purpose And your cause is as good to seeke him too And haunt his company Mont. Why what 's the matter Tam. Matter of death were I some husbands wife I cannot liue at quiet in my chamber For opportunities almost to rapes Offerd me by him Mont. Pray thee beare with him Thou know'st he is a Bachelor and a Courtier I and a Prince and their prerogatiues Are to their lawes as to their pardons are Their reseruations after Parliaments One quits another forme giues al their essence That Prince doth high in vertues reckoning stand That will entreat a vice and not command So far beare with him should another man Trust to his priuiledge he should trust to death Take comfort then my comfort nay triumph And crown thy selfe thou part'st with victory My presence is so only deare to thee That other mens appeare worse than they be For this night yet beare with my forced absence Thou know'st my businesse and with how much weight My vow hath charged it Tam. True my Lord and neuer My fruitlesse loue shall let your serious profit Yet sweet Lord do no stay you know my soule Is so long time without me and I dead As you are absent Mont. By this kisse receiue My soule for hostage till I see my loue Tam. The morne shall let me see you Mont. With the sunne I le visit thy more comfortable beauties Tam. This is my comfort that the sunne hath left The whole worlds beauty ere my sunne leaues me Mont. T is late night now indeed farewell my light Exit Tam. Farewell my light and life But not in him Alas that in the waue of our affections We should supplie it with a full dissembling In which each yoongest maid is growne a mother Frailtie is fruitfull one sinne gets another Our loues like sparkles are that brightest shine When they goe out most vice shewes most diuine Goe maid to bed lend me your booke I pray Not like your selfe for forme I le this night trouble None of your seruices Make sure the doores And call your other fellowes to their rest Per. I will yet I will watch to know why you watch Exit Tam. Now all the peacefull regents of the night Silently-gliding exhalations Languishing windes and murmuring fals of waters Sadnesse of heart and ominous securenesse Enchantments dead sleepes all the friends of rest That euer wrought vpon the life of man Extend your vtmost strengths and this charm'd houre Fix like the Center make the violent wheeles Of Time and Fortune stand and Great Existens The Makers treasurie now not seeme to bee To all but my approaching friends and mee They come alas they come feare feare and hope Of one thing at one instant fight in mee I loue what most I loath and cannot liue Vnlesse I compasse that that holds my death For loue is hatefull without loue againe And he I loue will loth me when he sees I flie my sex my vertue my Renowne To runne so madly on a man vnknowne See see the gulfe is opening that will swallow Me and my fame for euer I will in And cast my selfe off as I ne're had beene Exit Com. Come worthiest sonne I am past measure glad That you whose worth I haue approou'd so long Should be the Obiect of her fearefull loue Since both your wit and spirit can adapt Their full force to supplie her vtmost weakenesse You know her worths and vertues for Report Of all that know is to a man a knowledge You know besides that our affections storme Rais'd in our blood no Reason can reforme Though she seeke then their satisfaction Which she must needes or rest vnsatisfied Your iudgement will esteeme her peace thus wrought Nothing lesse deare than if your selfe had sought And with another colour which my Art Shall teach you to lay on your selfe must seeme The only agent and the first Orbe Moue In this our set and cunning world of Loue Buss. Giue me the colour my most honour'd Father And trust my cunning then to lay it on Com. T is this good sonne Lord Barrisor whom you slew Did loue her dearely and with all fit meanes Hath vrg'd his acceptation of all which She keepes one letter written in his blood You must say thus then That you heard from mee How much her selfe was toucht in conscience With a Report which is in truth disperst That your maine quarrell grew about her loue Lord Barrisor imagining your Courtship Of the great Guises Duchesse in the Presence Was by you made to his elected mistresse And so made me your meane now to resolue her Chosing by my direction this nights depth For the more cleere auoiding of all note Of your presumed presence and with this To cleere her hands of such a louers blood She will so kindely thanke and entertaine you Me thinkes I see how I and ten to one Shew you the confirmation in his blood Lest you should thinke report and she did faine That you shall so haue circumstantiall meanes To come to the direct which must be vsed For the direct is crooked Loue comes flying The height of loue is still wonne with denying D' Amb. Thankes honoured Father Commolet She must neuer know That you know any thing of any loue Sustain'd on her part For learne this of mee In any thing a woman does