Dekker, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1631 [1619-1631] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) (?) unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 494 words
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Thou shalt not then by heaven. By all goodness, not With a well blush discourse fair Alissandra Supposing me your sister hath discovered The true pangs of her fancy towards Tibaldo, And in it craved my aid, which heard, Even then, My Brutish purpose broke its neck, and I Will prove the daughter's husband, that came hither, A traitor to the Mother. My noble brother, Our doings are alike, for by Trebatio (Whom I with honour name) his father's foulness shall be Cut off and crossed. Get to your chamber; No longer will I play the woman's part, This night shall change my habit with my heart. In this chamber she lies, and that's her window would I were in: the air bites, but the bit that I shall bite anon sharpens. my stomach, the watchword is a cornet, (Cornet within) it speaks, she bids me come without a light, and reason sheds light enough herself; wink thou one-eyed bawd, be thou an emblem of thy Mr. and burn in secret. My Lord. What says my most moist-handed sweet Lady. Who is there with you? No christian creature, I enter solus. I fear I must entreat you to stay a little. As long as thou desir'st, but-wilt come down? I would be loath to lose all upon rest, Shall I mount then? For mine honour being once cracked. Crack a pudding: I'll not meddle with thine honour. Say you should get me with child. I hope I am not the first Lord has got a lady with child. Is the night hushed? there's nothing stirring, the very mice are asleep, as I am noble, I'll deal with thee like a gentleman. I'll do that then, which some Citizens will not do, to some Lord. What's that? Take your word, I come. ud's my life! What's the matter sir? I hear a lute, and sure it comes this way. My most loved Lord, step you aside, I would not have you seen for the saving of my right hand, preserve mine honour, as I preserve your love. Pox on your cat's guts. To an unworthy window, who is thus kind? Look out of it, and 'tis th'-richest casement That ever let in Air. Trebatio. ay, my most fair Mistress. Neither of both good sir; Pray play upon some other, you abuse me, And that which seems worse, in your father's house. Brave girl. But you are young enough to be forgiven, If you will mend hereafter, the night has in it Unwholesome fogs, and blasts; to bed my Lord, lest they attach your beauty: nothing more, I'll pay you for your song. Are you gone so? Well, you hard-hearted one, you shall not ever Be Lady of yourself— Oh my Lord, I have stood sentinel as you bade me, but I am frighted. With what? The Nightmare rides you, my Lady is conjured up. Now the devil lay her down, prevented in the very Act.
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Thou shalt not then by heaven. By all goodnes, not With a well blush discourse faire Alissandra Supposing me your sister hath discover'd The true pangs of her fancy towards Tibaldo, And in it crav'd my aide, which heard, Even then, My Brutish purpose broke its neck, and I Will proue the daughters husband, that came hither, A traytour to the Mother. My noble brother, Our doings are alike, for by Trebatio (Whome I with honour name) his fathers foulenes shall be Cut off and crost. Get to your chamber; No longer will I play the womans part, This night shall change my habit with my heart. In this chamber she lies, and that's her window wo'd I were in: the aire bites, but the bit that I shall bite anon sharpens. my stomack, the watch-word is a cornet, (Cornet within) it speakes, she bids me come without a lighr, and reason snes light enough herselfe; wincke thou one-eyed baud, be thou an embleme of thy Mr. and burne in secret. My Lord. What sayes my most moist-handed sweete Lady. Who is there with you? No christian creature, I enter solus. I feare I must entreate you to stay a little. As long as thou desir'st, but-wilt come downe? I would be loth to loose all upon rest, Shall I mount then? For mine honour being once crack't. Crack a pudding: Ile not meddle with thine honour. Say you should get me with childe. I hope I am not the first Lord has got a lady with childe. Is the night hush't? Ther's nothing stirring, the very mice are a sleeepe, as I am noble, Ile deale with thee like a gentleman. Ile doe that then, which some Citizens will not doe, to some Lord. What's that? Take your word, I come. Vd's my life! What's the matter sir? I heare a lute, and sure it comes this way. My most lov'd Lord, step you aside, I would not have you seene for the saving of my right hand, preserve mine honour, as I preserve your love. Pox on your Catts guts. To an unworthy window, who is thus kind? Looke out of it, and 'tis the-richest casement That ever let in Ayre. Trebatio. I, my most faire Mistris. Neither of both good sir; Pray play upon some other, you a buse mee, And that which seemes worse, in your fathers house. Brave girle. But you are young enough to be forgiven, If you will mend hereafter, the night has in it Vnwholsome foggs, and blasts; to bed my Lord, Least they attach your beautie: nothing more, Ile pay you for your song. Are you gone so? Well, you hard-hearted one, you shall not ever Be Lady of your selfe—away. Oh my Lord, I have stood Centinell as you bad me, but I am frighted. With what? The Night-mare rides you, my Lady is conjured up. Now the devill lay her down, prevented in the very Act.