Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
I wish it, But not the cause my Lord; They would show Bravely about the Titles of two Kingdoms; 'tis pity Love should be so tyrannous: O my soft hearted Sister, what think you? Weep not, till they weep blood; Wench it must be. You have steeled'em with your Beauty: honoured Friend, To you I give the Field; pray order it, Fitting the persons that must use it. Yes Sir. Come, I'll go visit'em: I cannot stay. Their fame has fired me so; Till they appear, Good Friend be royal. There shall want no bravery. Poor wench go weep, for whosoever wins, Loses a noble Cosen, for thy sins. Her distraction is more at some time of the Moon, Then at other some, is it not? She is continually in a harmless distemper, sleeps Little, altogether without appetite, save often drinking, Dreaming of another world, and a better; and what Broken piece of matter soe'er she's about, the name Palamon lards it, that she farces every business Withal, fits it to every question; Look where she comes, you shall perceive her behaviour. I have forgot it quite; The burden o''nt, was down A down a, and penned by no worse man, than Giraldo, Emily's Schoolmaster; he's as Fantastical too, as ever he may go upon's legs, For in the next world will Dido see Palamon, and Then will she be out of love with Eneas. What stuff's here? poor soul. Even thus all day long. Now for this Charm, that I told you of, you must Bring a piece of silver on the tip of your tongue, Or no ferry: then if it be your chance to come where The blessed spirits, as there's a sight now; we maids That have our Lyvers, perished, cracked to pieces with Love, we shall come there, and do nothing all day long But pick flowers with Proserpina, then will I make Palamon a Nosegay, then let him mark me,— then. How prettily she's amiss? note her a little further. Faith i'll tell you, sometime we go to Barley break, We of the blessed; alas, 'tis a sore life they have i'th' Tother place, such burning, frying, boiling, hissing, Howling, chattering, cursing, oh they have shroud Measure, take heed; if one be mad, or hang or Drown themselves, thither they go, Iupiter bless Us, and there shall we be put in a Cauldron of Lead, and Usurer's grease, amongst a whole million of Cutpurses, and there boil like a Gammon of Bacon That will never be enough. How her brain coins? Lords and Courtiers, that have got maids with Child, they are in this place, they shall stand in fire up to the Nav'le, and in ice up toth' hart, and there th'offending part burns, and the deceiving part freezes; in troth a very grievous punishment, as one would think, for such a Trifle, believe me one would marry a leprous witch, to be rid on't I'll assure you. How she continues this fancy? 'tis not an engrafted Madness, but a most thick, and profound melancholy.
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I wish it, But not the cause my Lord; They would show Bravely about the Titles of two Kingdomes; Tis pitty Love should be so tyrannous: O my soft harted Sister, what thinke you? Weepe not, till they weepe blood; Wench it must be. You have steel'd'em with your Beautie: honord Friend, To you I give the Feild; pray order it, Fitting the persons that must use it. Yes Sir. Come, goe visit'em: I cannot stay. Their fame has fir'd me so; Till they appeare, Good Friend be royall. There shall want no bravery. Poore wench goe weepe, for whosoever wins, Looses a noble Cosen, for thy sins. Her distraction is more at some time of the Moone, at other some, is it not? She is continually in a harmelesse distemper, sleepes Little, altogether without appetite, save often drinking, Dreaming of another world, and a better; and what Broken peece of matter so'ere she's about, the name Palamon lardes it, that she ev'ry busines Withall, fyts it to every question; Looke where comes, you shall perceive her behaviour. I have forgot it quite; The burden o'nt, was downe A downe a, and pend by no worse man, then Girald, Emilias Schoolemaster; he's as Fantasticall too, as ever he may goe upon's legs, For in the next world will Dido see Palamon, and Then will she be out of love with . What stuff's here? pore soule. Ev'n thus all day long. Now for this Charme, that I told you of, you must Bring a peece of silver on the tip of your tongue, Or no feiry: then if it be your chance to come where The blessed spirits, as the'rs a sight now; we maids That have our Lyvers, perish'd, crakt to peeces with Love, we shall come there, and doe nothing all day long But picke flowers with Proserpine, then will I make Palamon a Nosegay, then let him marke me, — then. How prettily she's amisse? note her a little further. Faith ile tell you, sometime we goe to Barly breake, We of the blessed; alas, tis a sore life they have i'th Thother place, such burning, frying, boyling, hissing, Howling, chattring, cursing, oh they have shrowd Measure, take heede; if one be mad, or hang or Drowne themselves, thither they goe, Iupiter blesse Vs, and there shall we be put in a Caldron of Lead, and Vsurers grease, amongst a whole million of Cutpurses, and there boyle like a Gamon of Bacon That will never be enough. How her braine coynes? Lords and Courtiers, that have got maids with Child, they are in this place, they shall stand in fire up to the Nav'le, and in yce up to'th hart, and there th'offending part burnes, and the deceaving part freezes; in troth a very greevous punishment, as one would thinke, for such a Trifle, beleve me one would marry a leaprous witch, to be rid on't Ile assure you. How she continues this fancie? Tis not an engraffed Madnesse, but a most thicke, and profound mellencholly.