Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Oct 3] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
I marry, this is another manner of invitement, I'll to her but— Here comes the squire of her Mistress's body, how does my little taper of Virgin wax, thou hast been in some damp thou burnest blue methinks. Noble Sir. What, a cold. A great cold, I ha' lost my voice. And thou hast not lost thy Maidenhead 'tis no matter, have a little care of thy Frank Tenement, and thy tongue will come time enough to itself I'll warrant thee, what place has she chosen for the Encounter? Her chamber. Her chamber? 'Tis all dark. Is't all dark, I commend her policy the better, than the room, and the deed that must be done in't will be of one complexion, so she be light I care not, prithee convey me to her. Follow me. As thy shadow woe be to some a the dear sex when a Chambermaid is Usher to a Gentleman. It shall be a harmless trial Sir. Go too, I know thou art virtuous, put in execution thy purpose, I'll be within the reach of thy voice. It shall be my security, What ill star, ruled at my Nativity, That I should be so miserable to love A man, whose glory is his vice, whose study Is but to ruin virtue. Mistress? Here Winifrid. The Gamester waits his entrance jocund as a Bridegroom, he has forgot his Fever. Away you know your charge, be ready where are you Sir, Mr. Fowler She speaks hoarse. Hell, if darkness will carry it, yet hell cannot be so black. There are too many flames in't, thy hand, what Monks hole hast thou brought me to, where's thy Mistress. This is the way. Is this the way? it is a very blind one, the Devil can hardly know me if he meet me here that's my comfort, yet if he did, he loves the sin too well to interrupt so precious a meeting, prithee Child of darkness conduct me to the handsome Fairy I must dance withal. It seems your Fever hath left you. My Fever, I forget myself, I should have counterfeited sick all this while, but no matter and thy Mistress know it not, thou art skilful in secrets, and I will deserve it: two or 3. fits when I am in her presence, will make her keep her promise, wi''me about the cure, for that she thinks I was so, prithee do thy office and bring me to her, I hope she is not within hearing. Fear not. So about it then. There's a fee belongs to my place first: A fee belonging to your place, as I hope for a limb of thy Mistress I had forgot it, there's gold I can feel it by this darkness: for thou seest I have no light to swear by 'tis weight, quick periwinkle to thy mistress now. This is not enough. There's more, take silver and all.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I marry, this is another manner of invitement, I'le to her but — Heere comes the squire of her Mistresses body, how does my little taper of Virgin waxe, thou hast beene in some dampe thou burnst blew me thinkes. Noble Sir. What, a cold. A great cold, I ha lost my voyce. And thou hast not lost thy Maydenhead 'tis no matter, have a little care of thy Francke▪ Tenement, and thy tongue will come time enough to it selfe Ile warrant thee, what place has she chosen for the Encounter? Her chamber. Her chamber? 'Tis all darke. Is't all darke, I commend her pollicy the better, then the roome, and the deed that must bee done in't will be of one complexion, so shee be light I care not, prethee convey me to her. Follow me. As thy shadow woe bee to some a the deere sexe when a Chambermaid is Vsher to a Gentleman. It shall be a harmelesse tryall Sir. Goe too, I know thou art vertuous, put in execution thy purpose, I'le be within the reach of thy voyce. It shall be my security, What ill starre, rul'd at my Natiuity, That I should be so miserable to loue A man, whose glory is his vice, whose study Is but to ruine vertue. Mistresse? Heere Winifrid. The Gamester waytes his entrance iocund as a Bridgegroome, hee has forgot his Feauer. Away you know your charge, be ready where are you Sir, Mr. Fowler She speakes hoarse. Hell, if darknesse will carry it, yet hell cannot be so blacke. There are too many flames in't, thy hand, what Monkes hole hast thou brought me to, where's thy Mistris. This is the way. Is this the way? it is a very blind one, the Diuell can hardly know me if hee meet me heere that's my comfort, yet if hee did, he loues the sinne too well to interrupt so precious a meeting, prethee Child of darknesse conduct me to the handsome Fairie I must dance withall. It seemes your Feauer hath left you. My Feauer, I forget my selfe, I should haue counterfeited sicke all this while, but no matter and thy Mistris know it not, thou art skilfull in secrets, and I will deserue it: two or 3. is when I am in her presence, will make her keepe her promise, wo'me about the cure, for that she thinkes I was so, prethee doe thy office and bring me to her, I hope she is not within hearing. Feare not. So about it then. There's a fee belongs to my place first: A fee belonging to your place, as I hope for a limbe of thy Mistresse I had forgot it, there's gold I can feele it by this darkenesse: for thou seest I haue no light to sweare by 'tis weight, quicke periwincle to thy mistris now. This is not enough. There's more, take siluer and all.