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The mariage night written by the Lord Viscount Fawlkland.
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Falkland, Henry Cary, Viscount, 1634-1663.
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1664
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Wing F315; ESTC R14852
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THE Mariage Night WRITTEN By the LORD Viscount FAVVLKLAND Scientia non habet Inimicum Praeter Ignorantiam LONDON Printed by W. G. for R. Crofts at the Crown in Chancery-Lane under Sergeants-Inne 1664. CASTILE The King De Castro Dessandro Counts Brothers De Flame A Count. Pirez Sampayo Two Lords De Loome La Gitterne Attendants to the Duke Silliman Steward to the Dutchesse Two Judges Claudilla A Dutchesse De Bereo A Duke Brother to the King Cleara Sister to De Flame Torguina De Prate Ladies to the Dutchesse Attendants Licensed Octob. 16. 1663. Roger L'Estrange THE Mariage Night Actus primus Scena prima Enter Pirez and Sampayo Pirez POssible Dessandro quit from his Command o th' Cittadel so sharply too Brushing times my Lord Pray by virtue of what offence Sampayo It may be treason to ask their wisdoms that But the huge Mountebank the vulgar Rout quarrell'd with 's Religion 'cause 't is not in the smallest Print And the King was to say nothing Pirez Good King I could wish something and heartily if I durst Well from grave hypocrisie and beardlesse wisdome good heaven deliver us Nothing in his great Fathers Memory to hold him worthy of his place Sampayo That makes him taste it to the extremity of Sense and Anger Pirez Let us but slight some Gull or his gay dresse whose Clothes and Folly are his sense of honour how it will conjure up his blood and bend his Brow And can Dessandro want a just and valiant anger to feel the merits of so brave a Father and his own kept at a noble height rendred disgrac'd and fullied he may believe a' has deserved better both in his father and himself But how does his Resolution take it Sampayo As Fire and Air comprest when strugling they break forth in Thunders or the vex'd wind amongst a Grove of Trees spending his Scorn and Rage Pirez Men of his Soul and Constitution cannot play with their Passions and stroke ' um tame so provoked Enter Duke de Bereo passing over the Stage De Castro whispering with him De Loome La Gitterne and other Attendants The Duke Duke Let him be confident of me in something more worthy of himself then the Command he has lost and bid him use my Promise De Castro We are the Creatures of your Favour and but own our lives to acknowledge it Exeunt Pirez Here 's State embroidery but pray'e what holyday things be they that spread so in his Train I don't remember I left such faces in the Court Sampayo The first of them stalkes in a knighthood like A Boy in a Dutch Burgers doublet and 't is as much too wide for him a' his travel'd and speakes Languages as a Barbers Boy plays o th' Gitterne And those gay Clouts Sir came out on 's Fathers Shop Pirez His Remnants the Other that looks like the Age to come which must be worse then this Sampayo His Fortune and Industry has prefer'd him to be Barber and Pimp Two mens places till of late our Noblemen growing frugal do find one may do both the Imployments Pirez It is both thriving and gentile Samp. Gentile indeed for they have produced Knights and made Statesmen of broken Citizens with the help of a Wife But he whose youth and sorrow shews him like a fair day set in a Cloudy Evening is Pirez The Lord De Castro I know him and me thinks some sparks of his Father great Valesco's Character shines in this young man through all the darknesse of his Fate Samp. That Name alone has glory enough to make him a brave presage to us Duke's Fathers Character was deriv'd and circled in himself And a full age of Men shall rarely shew another of so much great and ballanc'd Man in 't Pirez They are all Court Fancies Pageants of State and want allowance both of Brain and Soul to make their Blood and Titles weight Samp. He was strangely shuffled to the Block Pirez That Blow did bleed Castile too weak and left us in a faint and sickly pang Samp. The Pulse Sir of Castile beats in another temper then when you left it Pirez I find it The City wears a Cap and looks as if all were not right there Samp. Except their Wives Pirez The Court me thinks has strangely chang'd Complexion too Samp. Those that deride us say The Clergy has catch'd the Falling Sicknesse The Court a deep Consumption and that The Commons have the Spleen Pirez I know not what disease the Court has but the Lords look as if they had over sate themselves at Play and lost odds so scurvily Samp. How does your Lordship find the Ladies Pirez I ha' not been amongst um yet to take up my Arrears only had the Court happinesse to kisse her hand who in her self contracts them all for Grace and Lustre the Widow Dutchesse Claudilla Samp. Why there my admiration leaves you I Grant her a brave and Courtly Girle has trim and dazle enough of white and red to attract the eye like an indifferent Copie Flourish'd with Golden trailes but place your Judgement nearer it retreats and Cryes you mercy for the mistake At distances she is a Goodly Landskip Pir. Alas her blooming beauties yet languish and Pine or'e her Husbands Herse like Roses scatter'd from the Mornings brow into the dayes Parch'd Lap. Samp. Their Spring will shine again Grow Glorious and Fruitful in the Arms of her De Flame It is my hearty wish to their Affections That Count does bear an honour'd Character from all that knows him Pir. A brave young man and one that is more Honour to his Title than it to him But when must their Hymenial Tapers flame and she offer her Turtle Pantings at the Altar Purpling the Morn with Blushes as she goes and scatter such Bright Rayes as the Sun may dresse his Beams with for that dayes Glory Samp. After he has Celebrated his Sister to Dessandros hand he will not defer those Minutes Long and he thinks himself behind in some expression of their Frienpship until the knot meet there Pir. Cleara is a Lady of a sweet and honoured Fame Samp. All other of her Sex are dull and sullied imitations Pale Glimmerings set by her What er'e the modest fictions of sweetned Pens has meant she is their Moral Pir. You speak like one that knows what Virtue is and can love it Enter De Castro and Dessandro to them Dess I thank the Duke he has a Right Soul But Prethee no more of these sad Consolations they hang upon my heart like pondrous wâ—ights at trembling wyres Or like the dull Labourings of that Clock which groan'd our dear Father's Fatal minute De Cast. I have done Dess I could chide this tame and phlegmy vapour from my blood Our Passions melt into soft Murmurs like hollow Springes the Manhood of cold hinds wou'd not be tempted to this sense but leap with rage in their eyes Brother it wou'd and wake 'um into Tempests A wretched Flie would shew its spleen De