CONFIDENT

I shall report how much his Lordship owes For this most noble favour, You much honour me. Has she the Paper? Away, and wantonness inspire me, Lady. Patience noble Madam, The message that I bring, is more calm and gentle Then the cool wind, that breathes upon the Flowers Soft kisses in the Spring, the woollen feet Of time do move with a less noise, then mine Beneath this happy Roof, vouchsafe your ear, And words shall meet your sense, and Court it with Swifter delight then apprehension Knows how to reach, and when I have let fallen Love, which does make all language rich, and told you His name that gives his life up in my breath, To be made blessed by being yours, you'll wish I were all voice, and to that harmony, Chain your own soul for ever. I have told you, Madam. Love. A love that does include in his own flame What Poets made but fiction in the gods, When Earthly beauty's tempted them from Heaven, A fire which from the bosom of loves Priest Shoots up religion and a sacrifice To what his soul adores, a glorious love, And love of you. Had his person been A stranger, so much worth, and fame prefers him To every noble knowledge, that you cannot Be ignorant, what wonder of mankind I point at, hath report brought to your ear I'th stack of men, one that hath had the praise Of wit, of valour, bounty, a fair presence, A tongue to inchant heaven? these wait one him, As he, to be your servant: he is a man (What pity it is I cannot call him more) The pride, and darling both of war, and peace, The Lord of many World's. With your pardon, Shall we allow to every common man A little world, and not think him worth many, Who hath the price of thousands in himself? Lady, I do not use to thrive so ill In my love-undertakings. You're right, Lady. No question, Madam. There may be Gentlemen, That owe no high and mighty titles, Madam. And as active; As I would wish, I only was ambitious to enjoy her After my Lord, if once she were corrupted? Venus send me good luck, and I be His taster, but he's here. Trust me and other time. My two ingenious sparks, my Landed wits, And therefore more miraculous, what makes Your looks exalted, as if Venus were Propitious now? I knew't, I read thy Character in your brow, I see the desperate Archer in each eye, Prepared with golden Shafts to wound your Mistress's, Their hearts must bleed, no destiny will help it, You two are Cupid's darlings, and he's bound To bring you all the Ladies you can wish for, Humble and suppliant for the Game. Have I ambition To be your honorer, and o'th nuptial night Light up my epi halamy, to inflame Your bosoms, and instruct your wanton limbs The activity of love beyond fierce Aretine. To the same Lady! The glory of her sex, yau'e placed your thoughts, With a discreet ambition. You, sir. Can you appear doubtful? Be not so much ingrate to nature's bounty, Each partly about you in silent oratory May plead tooth Queen of Love, yau'e to much excellence, Were all your other graces worn in Clouds, That eye, that very eye, would charm a Lucrece, And by the golden unresisted Chains Draw up her soul, and melt it in your bosom, Your presence is a volume of enchantments, But move, and every beauty falls before you, But if you speak, which needs not to obtain, You give a louder notice to the World, Then when you list, you conquer, and create One accent of your tongue, able to make A Niobe return from her cold Marble, And spring more soft and active then the Air To court your amorous breath. How preferred? Under what misconstruction have I suffered? Although I name it justice, he should challenge The mistress of his thoughts, can you want merit Who live the example of all wit, to boast A victory in your love? were I a woman (As nature only huddles into the world When she sends forth a man) give me licence To express my thoughts, and had all that invention And truth could add, to advance me to opinion, I should be hono'rd to be writ your servant, And call obedience to you, greater triumph, Then to be Empress of and other world, You have so rich a wit, that dotage may Be justified upon't, and nothing but A soul purged from all dregs, and quit from Mortality, can lay a worthy claim to it. Yau'e put a question would afflict and Oracle To understand, and answer, which of you Should triumph over a Lady, I am mad When I consider the necessity Of fate, that one of you must be accepted, And both so bounteoussie deserving. Then, If I pronounce again that both must have her, You'll pardon my ambition, Gentlemen, Which levels with your wishes. You have, Gentlemen. A care to enlarge my Library, I translate These into books, whose titlepage shall own Your name in shining Capitals. Las the Comedians have no soul to speak. I am his creature, and your humble servant. Let me prepare you, And when you see me close with Madam Plot, You may advance. Fallen in with the chamber-woman, that is a way To know the ebb, and flowing of her Mistress, Sail by that wind I say. So resolute? A glorious sum, Able to whet ambition, now the others Turn is, to show himself ridiculous. My good Lord, I have and humble suit to you, I should ask First how your Hope's thrive in that sullen Lady. In brief, to advance my service to That Lady, by your Honours testimony Of what I may deserve, I am confident I shall reward it, by securing her Fair sister to your wishes, she's your own, Or if she prove too honest, I shall make A recompense by offering to your pleasure, The other, who by authority of your breath, May make me Lord of her, and her full fortune, You understand, my gracious Lord. His least favours to me Are more then my whole life can satisfy, O Lady, if you knew him but as I do, You would be lost in wonder of his goodness. Above all, he is adorer of chased truth, And speaks religiously of any man. He will not trust obscure traditions, Or faith implicit, but concludes of things Within his own clear knowledge what he says, You may believe, and pawn your soul upon't. Vouchsafe me kiss your fair hand, whose least touch Consented to though I were old and dying, Would quicken me into a Spring. Where is my Lord? I am sure he has left a heart behind with you, Most excellent of beauty's, in whose trust, It's safer, and more warm, then in his bosom, Do you not find him a brave Gentleman? He has but one fault Lady, he's to modest: But your discretion must help hat. 'Tis well and wisely done. Honest too? I never did suspect your Ladyships Breeding, and yet this question in public, Would stagger the opinion. I would not art to help you, Though I confess, I might orerule some wits O'th lower class, are you honest too? Beside the freedom of my birth, and wealth Of blood, I boast no overswelling Fortune's, As to what purpose, should my wits be clogged With heavy acres, when the Town's Exchequer Is mine, and every Mercer is my Tenant, If he pretend to wit, and hope to justify His shop-book, and orthography of his bills: I would not have the scandal on my name, To be called honest, i'th strict sense I mean, And as it ties my blood up, for a Dukedom: But you are for my Lord, and I allow it. How thrive my gallants here? She S right for that, it's dangerous. Wisdom Gentlemen, And must be allowed. Excuse me Gentlemen, It's fit the Lady satisfy her judgement Although I hate partiality, it becomes not I should be here definitive, to perplex The freedom of her choice.. Dee hear that resolution, be ruled I'll open such a path to your ambition— If it please you Lady, Weel pass that time at sant: did you not find My Character true of those rotten glowworms? you consult Your honour in the acknowledgment, I wait you. My honourable Lord. Be confident my Lord, good manners will Instruct me to allow you the first fruits, It was the fashion of our northern Princes: And challenge it from your poor Homager. I shall be as warm the first night with her Land, And money's. Then it seems you have no hope To spring her sister. My wife, for I Dare speak her so, with smiles shall chase That winter and shoot spring throughout your blood; You shall not only from her lip taste Cherries, But she shall plant they with her amorous kiss Upon your own, and they shall grow from thence To tempt the Queen of Love to Adonis garden: It shall be happiness enough for me, to watch The Hesperides, but in no Dragons shape, That you may rifle with security The golden Orchard, I shall boast enough By having and Elysium to serve you; Her eyes are wealth enough to me, above A rock of Diamonds, her breath rich gums Sweeter then those the Phoenix makes her Altar, When she is her own sacrifice, and fans The glowing Pile with her grey wings; her voice Enough for me, whose harmony would built Up Thaebes again, and make it after move, And follow her; one touch of her soft palm Is health enough to me, and were I old As Eson, would restore my active nerves, And state my youth at thirty: I can gather Warm Snow from her fair brow, her chin, her neck, And at my eyes drink enough immortality: Sated with these, I'll find new appetite, And come a wanton strawberying to her cheeks. What news abroad? all expectation Is fixed upon this summer's war, we breath Nothing but Germane air, although the chance Of war be uncertain, you can tell which hand Is fortunate, how would the Dice run hitherto? No Towns of note Taken? no convoys of provision Cut off? Nay prithee Knight be courteous, it's and age Since we conversed, i'st true what loved fame scatters Of the great Generals revolt? He is slain for certain. And what treasure Was taken by the enemy? they talk Of Millions. I observe trouble in you, I hope you're in no danger. I beg your pardon, Pray do not wound my service to you with A jealous thought, I wonot for the World Engage you another minute. Now for the bloodhounds. I knew was necessary. Every man That vows his service, has not that extent Of brain to bring about these fine things for you. What think you of the mamoseile, his wife now? You have no opportunity, no power To humble her proud body, while her husband Sets up a frippery with his gay wardrobe; Grows into new acquaintance with diseases, And comfortable vermin; breaks stone walls To show the proverb, and his hunger mighty; Curses his Stars, and learns to cant, and praise The steam of ale, with and unchristian tossed in't; Does reverence Barmudas, and the ghost Of cheese, with the Egyptian Idol Onyous, And crusts to break and Elephants tooth. All this I would done for you, my good Lord, 'Tis happiness enough for me To snuff your marriage Taper, whose bright shine Shall put out the World's eye. He is a man So full of all, that thought, or love can be Ambitious of, that nothing can deserve him, But she alone that hath in her own frame Of woman, all that ever praised the sex, And these are all your own, make him so too, And from your loves, the decayed world shall hope To see a raze of Demigods. Can there be any beside my Lord? The Lord Fitzavarice. I have taken off the impossibility, Or she deceives me much: To her your self, I le take my opportunity. Most noble Lady. I have no time to enlarge my self; your fat's In danger, if discretion fit not at The Helm, with love; the Gentlemen, that next Present themselves, are not to be admitted Guests to your bosom, in the yet dark book Of destiny, there is a name reserved, To make you happy, your Stars guide you to A husband, worthy of this blood, and beauty: Think on the Prophet. Your Lordship Was pleased to advance they, she affects my wit, And bold discourse, I turn and wind her soul, She loves me infinitely. My Lord I see you know me, and am blessed The chosen man to serve you, from a troop Of lives at your command, I should have envied His fate, on whom else you had thrown this honour. I hear some whisper— He's jealous of his wife, good gentleman, And wood be a cuckold upon record. I shall think Time hath lost his wings till then. He put me to it cunningly, but his Discovery relieved me, though I make A noise i'th Town, and am admired for bouncing, I am cool enough i'th dogge-days: my Lords Scrivener. Fortune presents him to my with, the man Of all World most useful to my purpose. When saw you the squires Vayne-man, and Pumicestone? Now you put me in mind of debts, has not Sir Walter Peregrine a name within Some list of yours? has he no creditors By your acquaintance? Sure he would not Be such a traitor not to secure thee. Why he is returned, Within this four and twenty hours, you may Salute him too. Alas, a sum may be The ruin of thy Fortune's, could he have So little charity? I have ever wished thee well, and if thou darest Be secret, I'll direct thee to recover him, I cannot say the deb't; may be, the Knight Is poor still. Fate dotes upon thee, he, the very he, Be artful, j'le salute him, and delay His pace with some discourse, while you Fetch shoulder-clappers, noble Sir Walter Peregrine, I feel a springtide in my heart of joy, Swell to congratulate your safe return, The Town has droup'd for your society. Here is a duel taken up discreetly. My Lord, I have been active, And all my bodies in a both to find you. Her Ladyships pardon, I observed not her So near. it's very certain. To my ambition. Dee hear my Lord, the good news is not all You owe me for, I knew it would be grateful; You owe me for the act, it was my wit Betri'd him to the arrest, held him in prate While the honest Knave your Scrivener fetched the vultures With phangs keen as the Devils. Are you so cunning my young Lord, I must make my Lady Sure, ere he talk, and tell her this; it's not' The constitution of every Lord To take unkindly when a man compounds A duel for him, if I be driven too't I can forswear't again. Let valiant fools Brag of their souls no matter what they say, A coward dares in ill, do more then they. Ther's hope then of your pardon, when I rise From what has iustiie forfeited my name, To show the World your childing is not lost, Your Lordship will not be ashamed again To own me for your servant. He has professed his soul was mine, I'll try him for his body in this Actium. Yet he that is not honest, dares not fight sure.