English drama -- 17th century; English drama -- Early modern and Elizabethan, 1500-1600
_Lus._ Attend me. I am past my depth in lust,
And I must swim or drown. All my desires
Are levelled at a virgin not far from court,
To whom I have conveyed by messenger
Many waxed lines, full of my neatest spirit,
And jewels that were able to ravish her
Without the help of man; all which and more
She (foolish chaste) sent back, the messengers
Receiving frowns for answers.
_Ven._ Possible!
'Tis a rare Phœnix, whoe'er she be.
If your desires be such, she so repugnant,
In troth, my lord, I'd be revenged and marry her.
_Lus._ Pish! the dowry of her blood and of her fortunes
Are both too mean--good enough to be bad withal.
I'm one of that number can defend
Marriage is good; yet rather keep a friend.
Give me my bed by stealth--there's true delight;
What breeds a loathing in't, but night by night!
_Ven._ A very fine religion!
_Lus._ Therefore thus
I'll trust thee in the business of my heart;
Because I see thee well-experienced
In this luxurious day wherein we breathe.
Go thou, and with a smooth enchanting tongue
Bewitch her ears, and cosen her of all grace:
Enter upon the portion[192] of her soul--
Her honour, which she calls her chastity,
And bring it into expense; for honesty
Is like a stock of money laid to sleep
Which, ne'er so little broke, does never keep.
_Ven._ You have gi'en't the tang,[193] i' faith, my lord:
Make known the lady to me, and my brain
Shall swell with strange invention: I will move it,
Till I expire with speaking, and drop down
Without a word to save me--but I'll work--
_Lus._ We thank thee, and will raise thee.--
Receive her name; it is the only daughter to Madam
Gratiana, the late widow.
_Ven._ O my sister, my sister! [_Aside._
_Lus._ Why dost walk aside?
_Ven._ My lord, I was thinking how I might begin:
As thus, O lady--or twenty hundred devices--
Her very bodkin will put a man in.
_Lus._ Ay, or the wagging of her hair.
_Ven._ No, that shall put you in, my lord.
_Lus._ Shall't? why, content. Dost know the daughter then?
_Ven._ O, excellent well by sight.
_Lus._ That was her brother,
That did prefer thee to us.
_Ven._ My lord, I think so;
I knew I had seen him somewhere--
_Lus._ And therefore, prythee, let thy heart to him
Be as a virgin close.
_Ven._ O my good lord.
_Lus._ We may laugh at that simple age within him.
_Ven._ Ha, ha, ha!
_Lus._ Himself being made the subtle instrument,
To wind up a good fellow.[194]
_Ven._ That's I, my lord.
_Lus._ That's thou,
To entice and work his sister.
_Ven._ A pure novice!
_Lus._ 'Twas finely managed.
_Ven._ Gallantly carried!
A pretty perfumed villain!
_Lus._ I've bethought me,
If she prove chaste still and immovable,
Venture upon the mother; and with gifts,
As I will furnish thee, begin with her.
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