Dekker, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1631 [1619-1631] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) (?) unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Oh fie, fie. Bequeath thy kisses to some tailor, that hunts out weddings every sunday; Item, Thy sighs to a noise of fiddlers ill paid, thy paleness to a Fencer fighting at sharp, thy want of stomach to one of the Duke's guard. I beg it at thy hands, that being a woman, thou'lt make a wonder. What's that? Hold thy tongue. It's an Instrument ever played on, cause well strung, Who's that come into the Chamber there? Oh, Mr. Cargo. My Lord hath sent you a jewel, locked up in this paper, and the moisture of a goose quill, that's to say, words in that— Oh sir, I thank your Lord, and this your pains; have him into the Buttery— let me see, Lady, that I love you, I dare swear like a Lord (I shall have oaths enough then) I send you all that is mine, in hope all shall be mine that is yours, for it stands to reason, that mine being yours, yours should be mine, and yours being mine, mine should be yours. Love me, or I die, If I die, you kill me, If you kill me, I will say nothing, but take the blow patiently. I hold my life this Lord has been bastinadoed, out upon him rammish fox, he stinks hither; Prithee good Brother read. I will. Is't Gander month with him? How the devil is my maidenhead blasted? that among such shoals of Gallants, that swim up and down the Court, no fish bites at the bait of my poor beauty, but this tough cods-head? Oh sister, peace for heaven's sake; here lies health Even in this bitter pill (for me) so you Would play but my Physician, and say, take it; You are offered here, to sojourn at his house: Companion with his Lady. Sir, I have you. And I going upon so weighty a business, as getting of children, you would ha' me pin you to my sleeve. Most true. You care not so I turn whore to pleasure you. Oh Sister, your high worth is known full well 'gainst base assault, a Fort Impregnable; And therefore, as you love my life, i'th' springe, Catch this old Woodcock. In the flame I'll singe My wings, unless I put the candle out, That you i'th' darke may bring your hopes about. You have won me. You revive me. Have a care you cast not yourself down too soon now. I warrant you. As for my old huckster's artillery, I have walls of Chastity strong enough shoot he never so hard, to keep him From making any breach. 'Twill be a noble-battle on each side; Yet now my spirits are roused, a stratagem Lies hatching here, pray help me noble sister, to give it form and life. My best. What think you? (The mark of man not yet set in my face) If as your sister, or your kinswoman, I go in woman's habit, for thereby, Speech, free access, fair opportunity; Are had without suspicion.
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Oh fie, fie. Bequeath thy kisses to some Taylor, that hunts out weddings every sunday; Item, Thy sighes to a noyse of fidlers ill paid, thy palenesse to a Fencer fighting at sharpe, thy want of stomack to one of the Dukes guard. I begge it at thy hands, that being a woman, thou'It make a wonder. What's that? Hold thy tongue. It's an Instrument ever plaid on, cause well strung, Who's that come into the Chamber there? Oh, Mr. Cargo. My Lord hath sent you a Iewell, lock't up in this paper, and the moisture of a goose quill, that's to say, words in that— Oh sir, I thanke your Lord, and this your paines; have him into the Buttery—let me see, Lady, that I love you, I dare sweare like a Lord (I shall have oathes enough then) I send you all that is mine, in hope all shall bee mine that is yours, for it stands to reason, that mine being yours, yours should bee mine, and yours being mine, mine should be yours. Love me, or I die, If I die, you kill me, If you kill me, I will say nothing, but take the blow patiently. I hold my life this Lord has bin bastinado'd, out upon him rammish foxe, he stinks hither; Prethee good Brother reade. I will. Is't Gander moneth with him? How the devill is my maydenhead blasted? that among such shoales of Gallants, that swim up and downe the Court, no fish bites at the baite of my poore beautie, but this tough Cods-head? Oh sister, peace for heavens sake; heere lies health Even in this bitter pill (for me) so you Would play but my Phisician, and say, take it; You are offered heere, to soiourne at his house: Companion with his Lady. Sr, I have you. And I goeing vpon so weightie a businesse, as getting of children, you would ha' me pin you to my sleeve. Most true. You care not so I turne whore to pleasure you. Oh Sister, your high worth is knowne full well Gainst bse assault, a Fort Impregnable; And therefore, as you ove my life, ith' sprindge, Catch this old Wood-cocke. In the flame I'le sindge My wings, unlesse I put the candle out, That you i'th'darke may bring your hopes about. You have wonne me. You revive me. Have a care you cast not your selfe downe too soone now. I warrant you. As for my old Huck-sters artillery, I have walls of Chastity strong enough shoote he never so hard, to keepe him From making any breach. 'Twill be a noble-battaile on each side; Yet now my spirits are rouzed, a stratageme Lies hatching heere, pray helpe me noble sister, to give it forme and life. My best. What thinke you? (The marke of man not yet set in my face) If as your sister, or your kins-woman, I goe in womans habit, for thereby, Speech, free accesse, faire opportunity; Are had without suspition.