Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 483 words
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Nay, be not angry. With thee, my Soul shall ever be at peace, But with this love seducer, still at War. hear me but speak. Ope but thy lips again, it makes a way, To have thy Tongue plucked out. What all in Tempest? Yes, and the Storm, raised by that Witches Spells. Oh 'tis a Damned Enchantress. What's the business? Only some few words, slipped her unawares, For my Sake, make her peace. You charge me deeply, Come Friend, will you be Moved at women's Words, A man of your known judgement? Had you but heard, The damned Erroneous Doctrine that she taught, You would have judged her to the Stake. But Sweet heart, She now Recants those Errors, once more Number her Amongst your Household servants. Shall she beg, and be denied aught from you? Come this Kiss, Shall end all former quarrels. 'Tis not possible, Those Lips should move in vain, that two ways plead; Both in their Speech, and Silence. You have prevailed, But upon this Condition, no way else, I'll censure her, as she hath Sentenced thee; But with some small Inversion, Speak, how's that? Not too severe, I prithee see poor wretch, She at the bar, stands quaking. Now, hold up? How man, how? Her hand, I mean; And now I'll sentence thee, According to thy Council given to her: Sail by one Wind; Thou shalt, to one tune Sing, Lie at one Guard, and Play but on one String, Henceforth, I will Confine thee to one Garment, And that shall be a cast one, Like thyself Just, past all Wearing, as thou past all Use, And not to be renewed, till't be as Ragged, As thou art Rotten. Nay sweet. That for her habit. A cold Suit, I have on 't, To prevent Surfeit, They Diet, sha' I be to one Dish confined, And that too Rifled, with as unclean hands, As ere were laid on thee. What he scants me in Victuals, would he but allow once in Drink. That shall be the refuse of the Flagons, jaoks, And Snuffs, such as the nastiest Breathes shall leave; Of Wine, and Strong-water, never hope, Henceforth to Smell. Oh me, I Faint already. If I sink in my State, of all the rest, Be thou excused, what thou proposed to her, Beldame, is now against thyself decreed, Drink from dry springs, from empty, Knapsacks feed. No burnt Wine, nor Hot-waters. Take her hence. Indeed you are too cruel. Yes to her, Only of purpose, to be kind to thee; Are any of my Guests come? Fear not Sir, You will have a fill Table. What, and Music? Best Consort in the City, for fix parts. we shall have Songs then? byth' ear. And Wenches? Yes byth' eyc. Ha, what was that you said? We shall have such to bear you company, As will no doubt content you.
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Nay, be not angrie. With thee, my Soule shall euer be at peace, But with this loue seducer, still at Warre. Heere me but speake. Ope but thy lips againe, it makes a way, To haue thy Tongue pluck'd out. What all in Tempest? Yes, and the Storme, raised by that Witches Spells. Oh 'tis a Damn'd Inchantresse. What's the businesse? Onely some few words, slipt her vnawares, For my Sake, make her peace. You charge me deepely, Come Friend, will you be Moou'd at womens Words, A man of your knowne iudgement? Had you but heard, The damn'd Erronious Doctrine that shee taught, You would haue iudg'd her to the Stake. But Sweet heart, Shee now Recants those Errours, once more Number her Amongst your Houshold seruants. Shall she beg, and be denyed ought from you? Come this Kisse, Shall end all former quarells. 'Tis not possible, Those Lippes should mooue in vaine, that two wayes plead; Both in their Speech, and Silence. You haue preuail'd, But vpon this Condition, no way else, Ile Sensure her, as shee hath Sentenc'd thee; But with some small Inuersion, Speake, how's that? Not too seuere, I prethee see poore wretch, Shee at the barre, stands quaking. Now, hold vp? How man, how? Her hand, I meane; And now 'e thee, According to thy Councell giuen to her: Saile by one Winde; Thou shalt, to one tune Sing, Lie at one Guard, and Play but on one String, Hencefoorth, I will Confine thee to one Garment, And that shall be a cast one, Like thy selfe Iust, past all Wearing, as thou past all Vse, And not to be renewed, til't be as Ragged, As thou art Rotten. Nay sweet. That for her Habbit. A cold Sute, I haue on 't, To preuent Sursit, They Diet, sha I bee to one Dish confin'd, And that too Rifled, with as vncleane hands, As ere were laid on thee. What hee scants me in Victuals, would he but alow once in Drinke. That shall be the refuse of the Flagons, Iaoks, And Snuffes, such as the naftieft Breathes shall leaue; Of Wine, and Strong-water, neuer hope, Hencefoorth to Smell. Oh me, I already. If I since in my State, of all the rest, Be thou excused, what thou proposed to her, Beldam, is now against thy selfe decreed, Drinke from drie springs, from empty, Knap-sacks fede. No burnt Wine, nor Hot-waters. Take her hence. Indeede you are too cruell. Yes to her, Onely of purpose, to be kind to thee; Are any of my Guests come? Feare not Sir, You will haue a fill Table. What, and Musicke? Best Consort in the Citie, for fixe parts. Wee shall haue Songs then? Bith' eare. And Wenches? Yes bith' eyc. Ha, what was that you said? We shall haue such to beare you company, As will no doubt content you.