Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens typicality 0.85 · 456 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
You need not fear that, will you be a child still? He follows you, but still to look upon you, Or if he did desire to lie with ye, 'tis but your own desire, you love for that end; I'll lay my life, if he were now a-bed w' ye, He is so modest, he would fall asleep straight. Dare you venture that? Let him consent, and have at ye, I fear him not, he knows not what a woman is, Nor how to find the mystery men aim at. Are you afraid of your own shadow, Madam? He follows still, yet with a sober face; Would I might know the worst, and then I were satisfied. You may both, and let him but go with ye. Why do you fly me? what have I so ill About me or within me to deserve it? I am going to bed Sir. And I am come to light ye, I am a maid, and 'tis a maiden's office; You may have me to bed without a scruple, And yet I am chary too who comes about me. Two Innocents should not fear one another. The Gentleman says true. Pluck up your heart, Madam. The glorious Sun both rising and declining We boldly look upon, even then sweet Lady, When like a modest bride he draws nights curtains, Even then he blushes, that men should behold him. I fear he will persuade me to mistake him. 'tis easily done, if you will give your mind to 't. Pray ye to your bed. Why not to yours, dear Mistress? One heart and one bed. True Sir, when 'tis lawful: But yet you know— I would not know, forget it; Those are but sickly loves that hang on Ceremony, Nursed up with doubts and fears, ours high and healthful, Full of belief, and fit to teach the Priest; Love should seal first, then hands confirm the bargain. I shall be an Heretic if this continue. What would you do a-bed? you make me blush, Sir. I'd see you sleep, for sure your sleeps are excellent: You that are waking such a noted wonder, Must in your slumbers prove an admiration: I would behold your dreams too, if 't were possible; Those were rich shows. I am becoming Traitor. Then like blue Neptune courting of an Island, Where all the perfumes and the precious things That wait upon great Nature are laid up. I'd clip it in mine arms, and chastely kiss it, Dwell in your bosom like your dearest thoughts, And sigh and weep. I've too much woman in me. And those true tears falling on your pure crystals Should turn to armlets for great queens I must be gone.
seed 43: T56 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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You need not feare that, will you be a childe still? He followes you, but still to looke upon you, Or if he did desire to lye with ye, Tis but your owne desire, you love for that end; Ile lay my life, if he were now a bed w' ye, He is so modest, he would fall a sleepe straight. Dare you venter that? Let him consent, and have at ye, I feare him not, he knowes not what a woman is, Nor how to finde the mysterie men aime at. Are you afraid of your owne shadow, Madam? He followes still, yet with a sober face; Would I might know the worst, and then I were satisfied. You may both, and let him but goe with ye. Why doe you flie me? what have I so ill About me or within me to deserve it? I am going to bed Sir. And I am come to light ye, I am a maide, and 'tis a maidens office; You may have me to bed without a scruple, And yet I am chary too who comes about me. Two Innocents should not feare one another. The Gentleman sayes true. Plucke up your heart, Madam. The glorious Sunne both rising and declining We boldly looke upon, even then sweet Lady, When like a modest bride he drawes nights curtaines, Even then he blushes, that men should behold him. I feare he will perswade me to mistake him. Tis easily done, if you will give your minde to 't. Pray ye to your bed. Why not to yours, deare Mistresse? One heart and one bed. True Sir, when tis lawfull: But yet you know— I would not know, forget it; Those are but sickly loves that hang on Ceremony, Nurst up with doubts and feares, ours high and healthfull, Full of beleefe, and fit to teach the Priest; Love should seale first, then hands confirme the bargaine. I shall be an Heretique if this continue. What would you doe a bed? you make me blush, Sir. Ide see you sleepe, for sure your sleepes are excellent: You that are waking such a noted wonder, Must in your slumbers prove an admiration: I would behold your dreames too, if 't were possible; Those were rich showes. I am becomming Traitor. Then like blew Neptune courting of an Iland, Where all the perfumes and the pretious things That waite upon great Nature are laid up. Ide clip it in mine armes, and chastly kisse it, Dwell in your bosome like your dearest thoughts, And sigh and weepe. I've too much woman in me. And those true teares falling on your pure Chrystalls Should turne to armelets for great Queenest' adore. I must be gone.