The unhappy kindness, or, A fruitless revenge a tragedy, as it is acted at the Theatre Royal / wrirten [sic] by Mr. Scot.
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- The unhappy kindness, or, A fruitless revenge a tragedy, as it is acted at the Theatre Royal / wrirten [sic] by Mr. Scot.
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- Scott, Mr. (Thomas), fl. 1696-1697.
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- London :: Printed for H. Rhodes ... S. Briscoe ... and R. Parker ...,
- 1697.
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Page 10
My Lord, your Servant waits.
Gentle Evanthe!
The gentle Queen is well I hear, and now returning home.
I talk not of the Queen, I talk of thee, sweet Flower.
Your Grace is pleasant to mistake a Nettle for a Rose.
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Thou shalt not.
Shall I be Rich do you say and Glorious?
Thou shalt be any thing.
Stay Evanthe I'll Marry thee.
What shall the Queen do then?
I'll be Divorc'd from her.
'Tis all one, 'tis my will.
You are bravely resolute.
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You say true, my Lord, Jason was the man; but what are the times to us? they'll burst and stink when once they are swoln with Surfeits; stink so abominably that all the world shall smell 'em.
What saith my Lord?
I say 'tis possible for poor men to offend, and great forgive, but it must not be in the Dog-days. Was you ever in Love?
Yes, my good Lord.
If you have a strong faith then you may be saved, but you must first learn to ravish twenty or thirty coy Wenches in a morning; tho here they are so willing 'tis a complement, for Sir you may be a Bawd, and yet counted an honest man.
How do you Brother?
Well, I thank you, sound in body, and in my right wits; tho some hold there's a great difference between a high born Princess and a Cow∣keepers Daughter, but of this you may consult your Council.
Trust me! it makes me weep to see you thus.
I would bear you Company, but the world goes on so merrily I can't find in my heart, ha, ha, ha! Do you see that old Lord there? he lost his wits for want of preferment; but bush you'll tell the King. Your pardon, my Lord I did not see you.
My Lord Alphonso.
Wipe your mouth before you speak, my Lord, you'll spoil your Speech else.
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Ha, my Sorano! dost thou hear the Traitor?
Page 15
Guards separate those two.
VVhat means your Highness?
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Now you are merciful, I thank your Grace.
I'll to the Queen his Mother.
I'm glad to see you merry, Sir.
Page 17
An age, Sir.
We confess you happy, but on what Price, my Lord?
You make fair use, Sir.
No sure I wou'd not.
We will attend you; Marriage and Hanging go by Destiny; 'tis the old Proverb, now they come together, here comes the Ld. Alphonso: how happy had we been if he had reign'd.
He seems concern'd.
One of his melancholy Fits that ne're last long.
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How does your Lordship?
Very well; one, two, three, you can't hurt me for all that.
What thinks your Lordship of this Wedding.
They have given him a hot Custard, and mean to burn his mouth with it.
Pray, my Lord, what News? these Wars have made us Strangers to the Court.
You may be honest, and grow old as I am, and blow your fingers ends.
My Lord, that's no News.
You may be Knaves then when you please, stark Knaves, and build fair Houses, but your Heirs shall have none of 'em.
These are undoubted.
Truth is not worth the hearing: I'll tell you News then, there was a drunken Sailer 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.
Ay, this is something.
I'll tell you more, because y' are Soldiers; there was a Fish taken, a monstrous Fish, with a Sword by his side, a long Sword, a Pike in his Neck, and a Gun in his Nose, and Letters of Mart in his Mouth, from the Duke of Florence.
With submission, my Lord, this sounds something odly.
I do confess it; do you think I wou'd tell you truths, that dare not hear'em? You are honest things, we Courtiers scorn to converse with.
He'll grow mad anon and beat us, let us to the Masque.
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Marry'd! yes, when I mean to be hang'd; 'tis the surer Contract.
Why don't we about it then? What do we stand preaching for? You, my Lords, may have your quirks and quiddles, your times and occa∣sions; but I know no more than a Word and a Blow; let us first cut his throat, and talk on't afterwards.
Why, so it be his own 'tis no matter. Why are we not in arms, and the whole City given to know —
Discreetly and privately it must be done, 'twill miss else, and prove our ruines; when you all hear the Castle Bell take courage and stand like Men; mean time be near his person to avoid suspicion. I must into the presence, my Mother's fears will work else.
I thank your Grace, and ever shall be bound unto your Nobleness.
I pray I may deserve that thanks, set forward.