Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 05 of 10Fletcher, John
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Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 05 of 10
Fletcher, John
English drama
_Me._ I would chuse _March_, for I would come in like a Lion.
_To._ But you'd go out like a Lamb when you went to hanging.
_Ca._ I would take _April_, take the sweet o'th' year,
And kiss my Wench upon the tender flowrets,
Tumble on every Green, and as the Birds sung,
Embrace, and melt away my Soul in pleasure.
_Tony._ You would go a _Maying_ gayly to the Gallows.
_Cle._ Prithee tell us some news.
_Tony._ I'll tell ye all I know,
You may be honest, and poor fools, as I am,
And blow your fingers ends.
_Cam._ That's no news, Fool.
_Tony._ You may be knaves then when you please, stark knaves,
And build fair houses, but your heirs shall have none of 'em.
_Men._ These are undoubted.
_Tony._ Truth is not worth the hearing,
I'll tell you news then; There was a drunken Saylor,
That got a Mermaid with child as she went a milking,
And now she sues him in the Bawdy-Court for it,
The infant-Monster is brought up in _Fish-Street_.
_Cam._ I, this is something.
_Tony._ I'll tell you more, there was a Fish taken,
A monstrous Fish, with a sword by his side, a long sword,
A Pike in's Neck, and a Gun in's Nose, a huge Gun,
And letters of Mart in's mouth, from the Duke of _Florence_.
_Cle._ This is a monstrous lye.
_Tony._ I do confess it:
Do you think I would tell you truths, that dare not hear 'em?
You are honest things, we Courtiers scorn to converse with. [_Exit._
_Cam._ A plaguey fool: but let's consider, Gentlemen,
Why the Queen strives not to oppose this sentence,
The Kingdoms honour suffers in this cruelty.
_Men._ No doubt the Queen, though she be vertuous,
Winks at the Marriage, for by that only means
The Kings flame lessens to the youthful Lady,
If not goes out; within this Month, I doubt not,
She hopes to rock asleep his anger also;
Shall we go see the preparation?
'Tis time, for strangers come to view the wonder.
_Cam._ Come, let's away, send my friends happier weddings.
[_Exeunt._
_Enter Queen and_ Evanthe.
_Queen._ You shall be merry, come, I'll have it so,
Can there be any nature so unnoble?
Or anger so inhumane to pursue this?
_Evan._ I fear there is.
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