Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 480 words
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Madam will you go? We talk of no stay, let not your haste make me Unthankful pray, and bar my thanks for kindness, But I have done: On to my house of woe, yet since we must, Delay the more annoys this comfort, yet heaven to my sorrows gives, In midst of Tyranny my children lives. The world treads not upright, methinks It had need of a good workman to mend it. Peace Sisly, no problems, no figures, no woman's Rhetoric, The tongue may undo the whole body, Tausume, there Is Greek for ye wife, let us keep good consciences with in doors howe'er the wind blows abroad, 'tis honester deceit To seem bad and be good, than to seem pure and be a knave, Go too, good soles will carry out bad upper leathers, 'tis a bad time I can tell ye, but why were my boys So passionate, to weep at the queen's distress. Alas sir, who could choose, passion methought Did make me apprehend strange fantasies, I made The case mine own, supposed my Mother had been Haled to Prison; some would have pitied her, though But a mean woman, much more at such a sovereign's fall. I Brother, and suppose her Sons, though Royal, Had seen our mother as we saw her, in Princely compassion Perhaps they would have done the like. No doubt, nay Master without offence, it was your fault too, For in your eye I spied a pearl of pity. Good faith thou sayst true, I could do no less, neither Do I discommend ye for it, 'tis a good bosom where mercy dwells. ay, their Compassion of women shall lose 'em nothing, If they be but dutiful to their Master, and just to their Dame. Enough of Ceremony: What's o'clock Barnaby? The chimes of my belly has gone, it should be passed twelve. Provide dinner Sir, Master, journeymen, and Prentices, One Table serves for all; we feed as all fellows; Shut up shop, this is afternoon's holiday in honour of My two new Prentices, and this caveat for all, keep your Bosoms locked, we may be good Christians, but not show it Abroad, less in our Charity in times of blood When tyrants Reign, 'tis dangerous to be good. Ce se, cease, it is too loud, this tell-tale noise betrays Our privacy, which we desire more than thronging Visitants, What is it you would have of me, i'll give my state to any of ye all, Take it away, and give me here only myself to Govern; More is too much to impose on my poor weakness. That is too much Sweet Lady, do not task your happy virtues To so hard a proof, there is no strict injunction sealed, To bar the passage to a Nuptial Bed, that is a statute by Self will decreed, to make Hymen a bond slave.
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Madam will you goe? We talke of no stay, let not your hast make me Unthankfull pray, and barre my thankes for kindnesse, But I have done: On to my house of woe, yet since we must, Delay the more annoyes this comfort, yet heaven to my sorrowes gives, In midst of Tyranny my children lives. The world treads not upright, methinkes It had neede of a good workeman to mend it. Peace Sisly, no problems, no figures, no womans Rhetorick, The tongue may undoe the whole body, Tausume, there Is Greeke for yee wife, let us keepe good consciences with in doores How ere the wind blowes abroad, tis honester deceite To seeme bad and be good, than to seeme pure and be a knave, Goe too, good soles will carry out bad upper leathers, Tis a bad time I can tell yee, but why were my boyes So passiionate, to weepe at the Queenes distresse. Alas sir, who could chuse, passion me thought Did make me apprehend strange fautasies, I made The case mine owne, suppos'd my Mother had bin Hal'd to Prison; some would have pittyed her, though But a meane woman, much more at such a Soveraignes fall. I Brother, and suppose her Sonnes, though Royall, Had seene our mother as we saw her, in Princely compassion Perhaps they would have done the like. No doubt, nay Master without offence, it was your fault too, For in your eye I spide a pearle of pitty. Good faith thou sayst true, I could doe no lesse, neither Doe I discommend yee for it, tis a good bosom where mercy dwells. I, their Compassion of women shall loose 'em nothing, If they be but dutifull to their Master, and just to their Dame. Enough of Ceremony: Whats a clocke Barnaby? The chimes of my belly has gone, it should be past twelve. Provide dinner Sir, Master, journimen, and Prentises, One Table serves for all; wee feed as all fellowes; Shut up shop, this is afternoone's holy-day in honour of My two new Prentises, and this caveat for all, keepe your Bosomes lockt, we may be good Christians, but not shew it Abroad, lesse in our Charity in times of bloud When tyrants Reigne, tis dangerous to be good. Ce se, cease, it is too loude, thistel-talenoise betrayes Our privacy, which we desire more than thronging Visitants, What is it you would have of me, ile give my state to any of yee all, Take it away, and give me here onely my selfe to Governe; More is too much to impose on my poore weakenesse. That is too much Sweet Lady, doe not taske your happy vertues To so hard a proofe, there is no strict injunction seal'd, To barre the passage to a Nuptiall Bed, that is a statute by Selfe will decreed, to make Hymen a bond slave.