The Welsh Embassador – Act Four, Scene One

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Flourish.  Enter KING, CORNWALL, CHESTER and PENDA.

 KING
How does my noble Powis like the lady?

PENDA
Lige her lady out of awl cry.

CORNWALL
Come she up close?  Wilt be a match or no?

PENDA
Close?  Shall make her come close enough or pull her to with a long Welse hood I have in corners.

CHESTER
Does she understand your meaning?

PENDA
I make no dumb signs to her; no winks, nor pinks.

CHESTER
I she a hawk fit for the game, or no?

PENDA
Kanaw not that, for never can I fly up yet.

CHESTER
Ha’ you touch’d her home with amours parliance?

PENDA
Toush her home?  Has toush’d her and tows’d her, and mowze her to upon her soft peds in fine wanton kanaveries, so as lords do ladies, but no dishonesties; for awl my lord Powis is come to buy as a shapman, was scorn to take her lady ware upon trust, unless her will herself.

KING
Beside her beauteous building to the eye,
The ornaments within her are much fairer.

PENDA
Shall tire what is in her ornaments, I warrant her.

CORNWALL
She’s of high birth too. Colcester’s only daughter.

KING
And to that golden scale in which her father
Shall lay her portion, our royal hand shall add
Any two shires in England next to Wales
To you and yours forever.

PENDA
Two shires.  ‘Tis a great teal of ground to fatten Welse runt upon.

KING
Why does she stay thus long, knowing we are come
To make the music of her free consent
Fuller and sweeter, knowing but how she’s tun’d.

PENDA
She putting fine kanags upon her head, and is come away py and py.  Harg you , is her laty Armante a right maid, I trow?

CORNWALL
Think you the king would so himself dishonour
Or we blast our own names to set before you
A glass that’s false and crack, to bid you drink
In a cup that has held poison?

PENDA
I kanaw not, for your greatest men now and then are greatest whoremasters.

Enter ARMANTE and ELDRED.

 KING
She’s come!  How fresh she looks; there’s in her eyes
Sunbeams of power to bring to life again
A summer, were it dying.

ARMANTE
Sir, all my wishes
Are that mine eyes may serve but as two stars
To guide this noble navigator safely
To that blest haven of marriage, to which he tells me
He’s honourably bound, for though your ovice
Is a sufficient charm to tune my thoughts
To any limitation, yet this gentleman
Has those good parts in him.

PENDA
See not awl her parts neither.

ARMANTE
Got such a conquest
Over my maiden yielding, that what fortress
My chaste heart hold to him I must surrender
On promis’d composition.

KING
I am glad to hear it.

PENDA
Was not a fine pinckanies laty and tauge out acry well?

CHESTER
Oh, she’s an excellent creature!

KING
We shall ha’ no more thund’ring?

ARMANTE
Not a clap.

KING
Your heart dwells in your tongue?

ARMANTE
Are chamber fellows.

KING
So.

PENDA
And when is it the pleasures of <y>our gre<at> mast<ers              >

KING
The self same day in which I take my queen,
You shall, my lord, be call’d my fellow bridegroom.

OMNES
‘Twill be a princely honour.

PENDA
‘Tis no more to do then, but when her tay come to walk to surch and marry and dance and fest, and then to ride away to Wales and show her fine wife.  Sidannen was never more look upon so.

CORNWALL
‘Twill be a glorious triumph.

PENDA
Pray, sir, let awl her writings be drawn for portions and towries and agreements and put the two shires in.

KING
By any means.

PENDA
And when the scrivenary pills is awl pend down our laty and herself shall put our marks to it together.

ARMANTE
You promis’d me, my lord, that I should hear
Some of your poetry, a sonnet you would write
In praise of something in me, but what I know not
Because nothing is worth praising.

PENDA
Will you awl hear her Welse muses palled or madrigals?

OMNES
Rather than any other.

PENDA
Tawson then.
Would you kanaw her mistress’ face?
Se the moon with stars in shace.
Would you kanaw her mistress’ nyes?
Lure down a goshawk from her skies.

KING
Good.

PENDA
Would you kanaw her mistress’ nose?
‘Tis fine pridge o’er which pewty goes.

ARMANTE
A flattering painter.

CORNWALL
Nay, on.

PENDA
Would you kanaw her mistress’ seeks?
‘Tis satin white and red as leeks.

CORNWALL
How, how, red?  Leeks are green.

PENDA
And green is young, and her mistress is young too, so leeks in seeks is fine young tender ones.

KING
Nay, nay, ‘tis well.  A Welsh metaphor bears it.  More.

PENDA
Would you kanaw her mistress’ lip?
Your fingers in metheglin dip.

OMNES
Excellent!

PENDA
Here’s pest.
Oh, would you feel her mistress’ skin?
Buy kidsleather gloves and so put in.

CORNWALL
Passing good.

PENDA
Would you hear her mistress’ tongue?
Let twinkling Welse harp well be strung.

CHESTER
Brave.

PENDA
Her mistress’ tugs would you see pare?
Ask Cupit where his pillows are.

CHESTER
By my troth.

PENDA
Marge here now.
Sweter as goat’s milk would you tipple?
You then must suck her mistress’ nipple.

CORNWALL
How, suck her nipple?

ARMANTE
She’s beholding to you.  Would you have your mistress
Give suck before she has a child?

PENDA
She’ll get her with child one day and ‘tis awl one.

KING
Is there any more?

PENDA
More, here’s pravest of awl:
Would you stroke her mistress’ pelly?
Oh, ‘tis smooth as sweet warm jelly.
Being come now to her mistress’ thighs,
Turn again lain in that part lies,
And so I dare go no farder.

CORNWALL
You have gone wondrous well.

KING
An excellent poet too.
Come, we your muse with heighten with rich wines,
And drink to Hymen who sweet love combines.                         [Flourish.  Exeunt.

 

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