Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 04 of 10Fletcher, John
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Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 04 of 10
Fletcher, John
English drama
_Nat._ She is my Daughter,
Else I would tell you, Sir, she is a Mistriss
Both of those manners and that modesty
You would wonder at: She is no often Speaker,
But when she does, she speaks well; Nor no Reveller,
Yet she can dance, and has studied the Court Elements,
And sings, as some say, handsomely; if a woman,
With the decency of her Sex, may be a Scholar,
I can assure ye, Sir, she understands too.
_La-C._ These are fit Garments, Sir.
_Lug._ Thank them that cut 'em;
Yes, they are handsome women; they have handsome parts too;
Pretty becoming parts.
_La-C._ 'Tis like they have, Sir.
_Lug._ Yes, yes, and handsome Education they have had too,
Had it abundantly; they need not blush at it;
I taught it, I'll avouch it.
_La-C._ You say well, Sir.
_Lug._ I know what I say, Sir, and I say but right, Sir;
I am no Trumpet of their Commendations
Before their Father; else I should say farther.
_La-C._ 'Pray ye, what's this Gentleman?
_Nat._ One that lives with me, Sir;
A man well bred and learn'd, but blunt and bitter,
Yet it offends no wise man; I take pleasure in't:
Many fair gifts he has, in some of which
That lye most easie to their understandings,
H'as handsomely bred up my Girls, I thank him.
I have put it to 'em, that's my part, I have urg'd it,
It seems they are of years now to take hold on't.
He's wondrous blunt.
_La-C._ By my faith I was afraid of him:
Does he not fall out with the Gentlewomen sometimes?
_Nat._ No, no, he's that way moderate, and discreet, Sir.
_Ros._ If he did, we should be too hard for him.
_Lug._ Well said Sulphur:
Too hard for thy Husbands head if he wear not armour.
_Enter_ Mirabel, Pinac, De-Gard, [Belleur,] _and_ Oriana.
_Nat._ Many of these bickrings, Sir.
_La-C._ I am glad they are no Oracles;
Sure, as I live, he beats them, he's so puisant.
_Or._ Well, if ye do forget--
_Mir._ Prithee hold thy peace;
I know thou art a pretty wench; I know thou lov'st me,
Preserve it till we have a fit time to discourse on't,
And a fit place: I'll ease thy heart I warrant thee:
Thou seest I have much to do now.
_Or._ I am answer'd, Sir:
With me ye shall have nothing on these conditions.
_De-Gard._ Your Father and your friends.
_La-C._ You are welcome home, Sir;
'Bless ye, ye are very welcome:
'Pray know this Gentleman,
And these fair Ladies.
_Nat._ Monsieur _Mirabell_,
I am much affected with your fair return, Sir;
You bring a general joy.
_Mir._ I bring you service,
And these bright Beauties, Sir.
_Nat._ Welcome home, Gentlemen,
Welcome, with all my heart.
_Bel._ _Pin._ We thank ye, Sir.
_La-C._ Your friends will have their share too.
_Bel._ Sir, we hope
They'll look upon us, though we shew like strangers.
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