John Suckling

Name: The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse — The Goblins
Author: John Suckling

The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

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“The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse — The Goblins”, published in 1910, is a work by John Suckling. It explores elements such as Samorat, country wenches and Philatel.

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Philatel. Speak to her yourself:
She's so incens'd against me,
She will not welcome happiness, because25
I bring it.
Prince. Fair ornament of grief, why are you troubled?
Can you believe there's anything within
My power which you shall mourn for? if you have
Any fears, impart them; any desires,30
Give them a name, and I will give the rest.
You wrong the greatness of my love to doubt
The goodness of it.
Sabrina. Alas! I do not doubt your love, my lord:
I fear it: 'tis that which does undo me.35
For 'tis not Samorat that's prisoner now:
It is the Prince's rival. ”

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“ One Samorat is led to prison, sir,
And another gentleman about Lord Torcular.
Orsabrin. Ha! Samorat!20
There is no mean nor end of Fortune's malice!
O, 'tis insufferable: I'm made a boy
Whipt on another's back. Cruel! I'll not
Endure 't, by Heaven! He shall die for me:
I will not hold a wretched life upon25
Such wretched terms.
Enter Tamoren, Peridor, and others
Tamoren. Fly, fly, abroad! Search every place,
And bring him back! Thou hast undone us all
With thy neglect; destroy'd the hopes we had
To be ourselves again. I shall run mad30
With anger! Fly, begone! ”

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“ Samorat. Ha! 'tis indeed!
Pellegrin. Had we no walking fire,5
Nor saucer-ey'd devil of these woods that led us?
Now am I as weary as a married man after the first week;
and have no more desire to move forwards than a post-
horse that has pass'd his stage.
Nassurat. 'Sfoot, yonder's the night too, stealing away10
with her black gown about her, like a kind wench that had
staid out the last minute with a man.
Pellegrin. What shall we do, gentlemen? I apprehend
falling into this gaoler's hands strangely. He'd use us
worse than we did him.15
Nassurat. ”

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“ Orsabrin. Fortune, by much abusing me, has so
Dulled my faith, I cannot credit anything.210
I know not how to own such happiness.
Prince. Let not your doubts lessen your joys:
If you have had disasters heretofore,
They were but given to heighten what's to come.
Nassurat. Here's as strange a turn, as if 'twere the fifth act in a play!215
Pellegrin. I'm sure 'tis a good turn for us.
Orsabrin. Sir,
Why stands that lady so neglected there,
That does deserve to be the business
Of mankind? ”

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“ Orsabrin puts it by; runs at him. Samorat steps in
Samorat. Hold, noble youth; destroy me not with kindness!
Men will say he could have kill'd me; and that
In justice should not be. For honour's sake,80
Leave us together.
Orsabrin. 'Tis not my business, fighting! ”

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“ Pellegrin. He speaks reason, Samorat.
Samorat. I do not like it.
Should anything fall out, 'twould not look well;
I'd not be found so much out of myself,
So far from home as this disguise would make me,70
Almost for certainty of safety.
Nassurat. Certainty! why, this will give it us. Pray
let me govern once.
Samorat. Well,
You suffer'd first with me: now 'tis my turn.75
Pellegrin. Prithee, name not suffering.
Nassurat. Come, come, your coats! our beards will suit
rarely to them. There's more money. ”

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“ Torcular. And 'tis the least of wonders has fall'n out.
Orsabrin. Yes, such a one as you are, fair; [To Reginella, who looks at Sabrina] and you
Shall be acquainted.260
Samorat. [To Philatel and Torcular] O, could your hate, my lords, now;
Or [to the Prince] your love die!
Philatel. Thy merit has prevail'd
With me.
Torcular. And me.
Prince. And has almost with me.
Samorat,
Thou dost not doubt thy mistress' constancy?265
Samorat. No, sir.
Prince. Then I will beg of her,
That, till the sun returns to visit us,
She will not give away herself for ever. ”

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“ Prince, Philatel, with others, appear above
Prince. Again he has prevented me!
Samorat. So guilty, that no other can pretend20
A share.
This noble youth, a stranger to everything
But gallantry, ignorant in our laws and customs,
Has made perchance in strange severity
A forfeit of himself; but, should you take it,25
The gods, when he is gone, will sure revenge it.
If from the stalk you pull this bud of virtue,
Before't has spread and shown itself abroad,
You do an injury to all mankind ”

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“ A health to the nut-brown lass,
With the hazel eyes: let it pass.
She that has good eyes,85
Has good thighs.
Let it pass, let it pass.
As much to the lively grey;
'Tis as good i' th' night as day:
She that has good eyes,90
Has good thighs. ”

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“ Enter Samorat, Nassurat, and Pellegrin
Nassurat. 'Tis a rare wench, she i' th' blue stockings:
what a complexion she had, when she was warm! 'Tis
a hard question of these country wenches, which are
simpler, their beauties or themselves. There's as much
difference betwixt a town-lady and one of these, as there5
is betwixt a wild pheasant and a tame.
Pellegrin. Right. There goes such essencing, washing,
perfuming, daubing to th' other, that they are the least
part of themselves. Indeed, there's so much sauce a man
cannot taste the meat.10
Nassurat. Let me kiss thee for that. ”

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“ Orsabrin. By fair Sabrina's name,
I conjure you not to refuse the mercy25
Of the Prince.
Samorat. It is resolv'd, sir. You know my answer.
Orsabrin. Whither am I fallen!
I think, if I should live a little longer,
I should be made the cause of all the mischief
Which should arise to the world. Hither I came30
To save a friend, and, by a slight of fortune,
I destroy him. My very ways to good
Prove ills.
Sure, I can look a man into misfortune!
The plague's so great within me, 'tis infectious.35
O, I am weary of myself. ”

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“ Orsabrin. If I do blush, 'tis not (most gracious judges)
For anything which I have done; 'tis for that40
This much-mistaken youth hath here deliver'd.
'Tis true (and I confess) I ever had
A little stock of honour, which I still preserv'd:
But that (by leaving me behind alive)
He now most cunningly does think to get from me;45
And I beseech your lordships to assist me,
For 'tis most fraudulent all he desires.
Your laws, I hope, are reasonable, else why
Should reasonable men be subject to them? ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ They discover one another by the light, throw away their weapons, and embrace
Samorat. My noble friend!
What angry and malicious planet govern'd70
At this point of time?
Sabrina. My wonder does grow higher.
Orsabrin. That which governs ever: I seldom knew it better.
Samorat. It does amaze me, sir, to find you here:
How enter'd you this place?
Orsabrin. Forc'd by unruly men i' th' street.75
Sabrina. Now the mistake is plain.
Orsabrin. Are you not hurt?
Samorat. No; but you bleed.
Orsabrin. I do indeed, but 'tis not here; this is
A scratch: it is within, to see this beauty ”

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“ Orsabrin. 'Sfoot! 'tis a Platonic:
Now cannot I so much as talk that way neither. [Aside
Sabrina. Why are you silent, sir?
Come, I know you have been in the field to-day.
Orsabrin. How does she know that? [Aside20
Sabrina. If you have kill'd my brother, speak: it is
No new thing that true love should be unfortunate.
Orsabrin. 'Twas her brother I kill'd then!
Would I were with my devils again!
I got well [rid] of them: that will be here impossible.25
Enter Phemilia
Phemilia. Oh, madam, madam, y'are undone!
The garden walls are scal'd: a flood of people
Are entering th' house. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ High characters (cries one) ; and he would see
Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor ne'er will be. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Excellent! Or leave a string, as they do
sometimes in young colts. Desire and impotence would
be a rare punishment.
Peridor. Fie, fie, the common disease of age! every old man has it.
Enter Tamoren and more Thieves, leading Orsabrin
A prize, a prize, a prize! ”

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“ Nassurat. You and I are but savers with all this,
Pellegrin: but, by the Lord, 'tis well we came off as we
did: all was at stake.
Prince. Come, no more whispers here:285
Let's in, and there unriddle to each other;
For I have much to ask.
Orsabrin. A life! a friend! a brother! and a mistress!
O, what a day was here! Gently, my joys, distil,
Lest you should break the vessel you should fill.290
EPILOGUE
And how, and how, in faith—a pretty plot ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Prince. Ha!
Philatel. Good faith, to th' very life.70
Prince. Acted! No, 'twas not acted.
Philatel. How, sir!
Prince. I was in earnest: I mean to conquer her
This way: the other's low and poor.
Philatel. Ha!75
Prince. I told thee 'twould be so before.
Philatel. Why, sir,
You do not mean to save him?
Prince. Yes, I do.
Samorat shall be released immediately.
Philatel. Sure, you forget I had a brother, sir;80
And one that did deserve justice at least.
Prince. He did;
And he shall have it.
He that kill'd him shall die;
And 'tis high satisfaction that. Look not:85
It must be so. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Peridor. Let him be boil'd in scalding lead a while,
T'enure and prepare him for the other.
Stramador. O, hear me, hear me!
Peridor. Stay!
Now I have better thought upon't, he shall50
To earth again;
For villainy is catching, and will spread.
He will enlarge our empire much;
Then we're sure of him at any time.
So, 'tis enough. Where's our governor? [Exeunt55
Scene II
Enter Gaoler, Samorat, Nassurat, Pellegrin, and three others in disguise
Gaoler. His hair curls naturally: a handsome youth!
Samorat. The same. [Drinks to him] Is there no speaking with him? ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Samorat. Often, sir.
Orsabrin. Pray, unriddle.
Samorat. The wiser sort
Do think them thieves, which but assume these forms115
To rob more powerfully.
Orsabrin. Why does not then
The state set out some forces, and suppress them?
Samorat. It often has, sir, but without success.
Orsabrin. How so?
Samorat. During the time those levies are abroad,120
Not one of them appears. There have been,
That have attempted under ground; but of those,
As of the dead, there has been no return.
Orsabrin. Strange!
Samorat. The common people think them125
A race of honest and familiar devils ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Found and recover'd by the thieves i' th' woods,
And rescued since by us, to rescue innocence.
Orsabrin. Rare devil!
With what dexterity h'as raised this shape95
Up to delude them!
Prince. Ha! Torcular alive!
Philatel. Torcular!
I should as soon believe my brother ne'er
In being, too!
Torcular. You cannot wonder more to find me here,100
Than I do to find myself.
Nassurat. Come, unbind, unbind! this matter's answered.
2nd Judge. Hold!
They are not free: the law exacts the same
For breach of prison, that it did before.105
Orsabrin. There is no 'scaping out of Fortune's hands. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Flings down his hat, unbuttons himself, draws
Pellegrin. What dost mean?
Nassurat. Why, since I cannot leave you alive,5
I will try to leave you dead.
Pellegrin. I thank you kindly, sir, very kindly. Now the
Sedgly curse upon thee, and the great fiend ride through
thee booted and spurr'd, with a scythe on his neck! Pox
on thee, I'll see thee hang'd first! 'Sfoot, you shall make10
none of your fine points of honour up at my charge! Take
your course, if you be so hot: be doing, be doing. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Nassurat. True; and, when she kisses a gentleman, she
makes a curtsey, as who should say the favour was on his side.
What dull fools are we, to besiege a face three months for30
that trifle! Sometimes it holds out longer; and then this
is the sweeter flesh too!
Enter Fiddlers
Fiddler. You shall have horses ready at the time,
And good ones too (if there be truth in drink) ;
And, for your letters, they are there by this.35
Samorat. An excellent officer! ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Or thieves?
Pellegrin. That's the same thing at court: begging is but
a kind of robbing the exchequer.20
Nassurat. Look! four fathom and a half O O S in con-
templation of his mistress. There's a feast! You and I
are out now, Pellegrin. 'Tis a pretty trick, this enjoying
in absence! What a rare invention 'twould be, if a man
could find out a way to make it real!25
Pellegrin. Dost think there's nothing in't, as 'tis?
Nassurat. Nothing, nothing. Didst never hear of a
dead Alexander rais'd to talk with a man? ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Presented at the Private House in Black Fryers, by His Majesties servants.
WRITTEN
By Sir JOHN SUCKLING.
London,
Printed for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at his shop, at the Signe of the Princes Armes in St Pauls Churchyard.
MDCXLVI.
PROLOGUE
Wit in a prologue poets justly may
Style a new imposition on a play.
When Shakespeare, Beaumont, Fletcher, rul'd the stage,
There scarce were ten good palates in the age;
More curious cooks than guests; for men would eat5
Most heartily of any kind of meat. ”

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