The Spanish Curate: A Comedy. Beaumont Francis
cannot be
Too frequent where you are so much desir'd:
And give me leave (dear friend) to be your Rival
In part of his affection; I will buy it
At any rate.
Jam.
Stood I but now possess'd
Of what my future hope presages to me,
I then would make it clear thou hadst a Patron
That would not say but do: yet as I am,
Be mine, I'le not receive thee as a servant,
But as my Son, (and though I want my self)
No Page attending in the Court of Spain
Shall find a kinder master.
Asc.
I beseech you
That my refusal of so great an offer
May make no ill construction, 'tis not pride
(That common vice is far from my condition)
That makes you a denyal to receive
A favour I should sue for: nor the fashion
Which the Country follows, in which to be a servant
In those that groan beneath the heavy weight
Of poverty, is held an argument
Of a base abject mind, I wish my years
Were fit to do you service in a nature
That might become a Gentleman (give me leave
To think my self one) My Father serv'd the King
As a Captain in the field; and though his fortune
Return'd him home a poor man, he was rich
In Reputation, and wounds fairly taken.
Nor am I by his ill success deterr'd,
I rather feel a strong desire that sways me
To follow his profession, and if Heaven
Hath mark'd me out to be a man, how proud,
In the service of my Country, should I be,
To trail a Pike under your brave command!
There, I would follow you as a guide to honour,
Though all the horrours of the War made up
To stop my passage.
Jam.
Thou art a hopeful Boy,
And it was bravely spoken: For this answer,
I love thee more than ever.
Mil.
Pity such seeds
Of promising courage should not grow and prosper.
Ang.
What ever his reputed Parents be,
He hath a mind that speaks him right and noble.
Lean.
You make him blush; it needs not sweet Ascanio,
We may hear praises when they are deserv'd,
Our modesty unwounded. By my life
I would add something to the building up
So fair a mind, and if till you are fit
To bear Arms in the Field, you'l spend some years
In Salamanca, I'le supply your studies
With all conveniences.
Asc.
Your goodness (Signiors)
And charitable favours overwhelm me.
If I were of your blood, you could not be
More tender of me: what then can I pay
(A poor Boy and a stranger) but a heart
Bound to your service? with what willingness
I would receive (good Sir) your noble offer,
Heaven can bear witness for me: but alas,
Should I embrace the means to raise my fortunes,
I must destroy the lives of my poor Parents
(To who[m] I ow my being) they in me
Place all their comforts, and (as if I were
The light of their dim eyes) are so indulgent
They cannot brook one short dayes absence from me;
And (what will hardly win belief) though young,
I am their Steward and their Nurse: the bounties
Which others bestow on me serves to sustain 'em,
And to forsake them in their age, in me
Were more than Murther.
Enter Henrique.
Aug.
This is a kind of begging
Would make a Broker charitable.
Mil.
Here, (sweet heart)
I wish it were more.
Lean.
When this is spent,
Seek for supply from me.
Jam.
Thy piety
For ever be remembred: nay take all,
Though 'twere my exhibition to a Royal
For one whole year.
Asc.
High Heavens reward your goodness.
Hen.
So Sir, is this a slip of your own grafting,
You are so prodigal?
Jam.
A slip Sir?
Hen.
Yes,
A slip; or call it by the proper name,
Your Bastard.
Jam.
You are foul-mouth'd; do not provoke me,
I shall forget your Birth if you proceed,
And use you, (as your manners do deserve) uncivilly.
Hen.
So brave! pray you give me hearing,
Who am I Sir?
Jam.
My elder Brother: One
That might have been born a fool, and so reputed,
But that you had the luck to creep into
The world a year before me.
Lean.
Be more temperate.
Jam.
I neither can nor will, unless I learn it
By his example: let him use his harsh
Unsavoury reprehensions upon those
That are his Hinds, and not