Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Content; the sports once ended, we'll perform. Away Boys and hold. By your leaves honest friends: pray you whither go you. Whither? why, what a question's that? Yes, 'tis a question, to me that know not. To the Games my Friend. Where were you bred you know it not? Not fairy Sir, Are there such Games to day? Yes marry are there: And such as you never saw; The Duke himself Will be in person there. What pastimes are they? Wrestling, and Running; 'tis a pretty Fellow. Thou wilt not go along. Not yet Sir. Well Sir Take your own time, come Boys My mind misgives me This fellow has a vengeance trick o'th' hip, Mark how his Body's made for't I'll be hanged though If he dare venture, hang him plumb porridge, He wrestle? he roast eggs. Come le's be gone Lads. This is an offered opportunity I durst not wish for. Well, I could have wrestled, The best men called it excellent, and run Swifter, than wind upon a field of Corn (Curling the wealthy ears) never flew: I'll venture, And in some poor disguise be there, who knows Whether my brows may not be girt with garlands? And happiness prefer me to a place, Where I may ever dwell in sight of her. Why should I love this Gentleman? 'tis odds He never will affect me; I am base, My Father the mean Keeper of his Prison, And he a prince; To marry him is hopeless; To be his whore, is witless; Out upon't; What bushes are we wenches driven to When fifteen once has found us? First I saw him, I (seeing) thought he was a goodly man; He has as much to please a woman in him, (If he please to bestow it so) as ever These eyes yet looked on; Next, I pitied him, And so would any young wench o'my Conscience That ever dreamed, or vowed her Maidenhead To a young handsome Man; Then I loved him, (extremely loved him) infinitely loved him; And yet he had a Cosen, fair as he too. But in my heart was Palamon, and there Lord, what a coil he keeps? To hear him Sing in an evening, what a heaven it is? And yet his Songs are sad-ones; Fairer spoken, Was never Gentleman. When I come in To bring him water in a morning, first He bows his noble body, then salutes me, thus: Fair, gentle Mayde, good morrow, may thy goodness, Get thee a happy husband; Once he kissed me, I loved my lips the better ten days after, Would he would do so every day; He grieves much, And me as much to see his misery. What should I do, to make him know I love him, For I would fain enjoy him? Say I ventured To set him free? what says the law then? Thus much For Law, or kindred: I will do it, And this night, or to morrow he shall love me.
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Content; the sports once ended, wee'l performe. Away Boyes and hold. By your leaves honest friends: pray you whither go you. Whither? why, what a question's that? Yes, tis a question, to me that know not. To the Games my Friend. Where were you bred you know it not? Not farie Sir, Are there such Gams to day? Yes marry are there: And sch as you neuer saw; The Duke himselfe Will be in person there. What pastimes are they? Wrastling, and Running; Tis a pretty Fellow. Thou wilt not goe along. Not yet Sir. Well Sir Take your owne time, come Boyes My misgives me This fellow has a veng'ance tricke o'th hip, Marke how his Bodi's nde for't Ile be hangd though If he dare venture, hang him plumb porredge, He wrastle? he rost eggs. Co lets be gon Lads. This is an offerd oportunity I durst not wish for. Well, I could have wrestled, The best men calld it excellent, and run Swifter, then winde upon a feild of Corne (Curling the wealthy eares) never flew: Il venture, And in some poore disguze be there, who knowes Whether my browes may not be girt with garlands? And happines preferre me to a place, Where I may ever dwell in sight of her. Why should I love this Gentleman? Tis odds He never will affct me; I am base, My Father the meane Keeper of his Prison, And he a prince; To marry him is hopelesse; To be his whore, is witles; Out upon't; What pushes are we wenches driven to When fifteene once has found us? First I saw him, I (seeing) thought he was a goodly man; He has as much to please a woman in him, (If he please to bestow it so) as ever These eyes yet lookt on; Next, I pittled him, And so would any young wench That ever dream'd, or vow'd her Maydenhead To a yong hansom Man; Then I lov'd him, (Extreamey lov'd him) infinitely lov'd him; And yet he had a Cosen, faire as he too. But in my heart was Palamon, and there Lord, what a coyle he keepes? To heare him Sing in an evening, what a heaven it is? And yet his Songs are sad-ones; Fairer spoken, Was never Gentleman. When I come in To bring him water in a morning, first He bowes his noble body, then salutes me, thus: Faire, gentle May de, good morrow, may thy goodnes, Get thee a happy husband; Once he kist me, I lov'd my lips the better ten daies after, Would he would doe so ev'ry day; He greives much, And me as much to see his misery. What should I doe, to make him know I love him, For I would faine enjoy him? Say I ventur'd To set him free? what saies the law then? Thus much For Law, or kindred: I will doe it, And this night, or to morrow he shall love me.