Dekker, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1631 [1619-1631] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) (?) unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Our humblest duty to my Lord the Duke; If in my Brother's name, and mine, you tender For this his noble love, we both shall rest Highly indebted to you all. Sweet Madam, You shall command our lives to work your good. Signior, your love. All at your service Madam. A quick, and good health to your noble Brother. And all fair fortunes doubled on yourself. So: methinks a Lady had more need have a new pair of lips, than a new pair of gloves, for tho' they were both of one skin, yet one would wear out sooner than the other; I think these Courtiers have all offices in the Spicery, And taking my lips for sweetmeats, are as saucy with 'em, as if they were Fees; I wonder Tibaldo thou canst fit still, and not come in for a share; If old Vanni's wife had been here, all the parts about you had moved. Thou think'st I lie in, here's such a gossipping, as if 'twere a Childbed Chamber. So 'tis, for I'll swear, all this stir is about having a woman brought to bed; marry I doubt it must be a man's lying in. I would thy tongue were a man then, to lie. I had rather it were a woman, to tell truth. Good sister Alphonsina, you still play The bad Physician, I am all on fire, And you to quench me, pour on scoops of oil; I feel ten thousand plummets at my heart, Yet you cry, Lay on more and are more cruel Than all my tortures. Sadness, I pity thee, And will to do thee service, venture life, Mine honour being kept spotless. Gentle sister, The easiest thing i'th' world to beg, I crave, And the poorest Alms to give. But ask and have. A friendly counsel, lo that's all. 'Tis yours. Be ruled by me then; in an ashy sheet, Cover these glowing embers of desire. Embers? I would you telled 'em, 'tis afire— Come, and set hand to paper, I'll indite. And she'll condemn me; no, I will not write. Then prithee take this Physic; be not the sea, to drink strange Rivers up, yet still be dry; Be like a noble stream, covet to run betwixt fair banks, which thou may'st call thine own, and let those banks be some fair Ladies arms, fit for thy youth, and birth. Against your charms, Witch, thus I stop mine ears. I'll hollow them: this deer runs in my Lord's Park, And if you steal it, look to have Bloodhounds scent you. Are you mad? Yes, you shall find venison-sauce dearer than other flesh. No, no, none else must, none shall, none can, My hunger feed but this; down will I dive, And fetch this Pearl, or ne'er come up alive— Are all my warm caudles come to this? now I see thouart too far gone, this Lady hath overspent thee therefore settle thine estate, pluck up a good heart, and I'll pen thy will.
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Our humblest dutie to my Lord the Duke; If in my Brothers name, and mine, you tender For this his noble love, wee both shall rest Highly indebted to you all. Sweete Madam, You shall command our lives to worke your good. Signior, your love. All at your service Madam. A quick, and good health to your noble Brother. And all faire fortunes doubled on your selfe. So: me-thinkes a Lady had more need have a new paire of lips, then a new paire of gloves, for tho' they were both of one skinne, yet one would weare out sooner then the other; I thinke these Courtiers have al offices in the Spicerie, And taking my lips for sweet-meates, are as sawcie with 'em, as if they were Fees; I wonder Tibaldo thou can'st fit still, and not come in for a share; If old Vanni's wife had beene heere, all the parts about you had mov'd. Thou think'st I lie in, heere's such a gossiping, as if 'twere a Child-bed Chamber. So 'tis, for Ile sweare, all this stirre is about having a woman brought to bed; marry I doubt it must be a mans lying in. I would thy tongue were a man then, to lie. I had rather it were a woman, to tell trueth. Good sister Alphonsina, you still play The bad Phisicion, I am all on fire, And you to quench mee, powre on scoopes of oyle; I feele ten thousand plummets at my heart, Yet you cry, Lay on more and are more cruell Then all my tortures. Sadnesse, I pittie thee, And will to doe thee service, venture life, Mine honour being kept spotlesse. Gentle sister, The easiest thing ith' world to begge, I crave, And the poorest Almes to give. But aske and have. A friendly counsell, loe that's all. 'Tis yours. Be rul'd by me then; in an ashie sheete, Cover these glowing embers of defire. Embers? I wo'd you telt em, 'tis a fire— Come, and set hand to paper, Ile indite. And shee'le condemne me; no, I will not write. Then prethee take this Phisick; be not the sea, to drinke strange Rivers up, yet still be drie; Be like a noble streame, covet to runne betwixt faire bankes, which thou may'st call thine owne, and let those bankes be some faire Ladies armes, fit for thy youth, and birth. Against your charmes, Witch, thus I stop mine eares. Ile hollow them: this Deere runnes in my Lords Parke, And if you steale it, looke to have Blood-hounds scent you. Are you mad? Yes, you shall finde venison-sawce deerer then other flesh. No, no, none else must, none shall, none can, My hunger feede but this; downe will I dive, And fetch this Pearle, or nere come up alive— Are all my warme cawdles come to this? now I see th'art too farre gone, this Lady hath overspent thee therefore settle thine estate, plucke up a good heart, and Ile pen thy will.