Heywood, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written c.1604(?) (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Now as I am a true Maid, The most religious oath that I dare swear, I hold myself indebted to your love: And I am sorry there remains in me, No power how to requite it. Love me, prithee now, do if thou canst. I cannot. Prithee, if thou canst. Indeed I cannot. Yet ask thine heart, and see what may be done. In troth I am sorry you should spend a sigh For my sake unrequited, or a tear; ay, or a word. 'Tis no matter for my words, they are not many, And those not very wise one's neither. Yet I beseech you spend no more in vain. I scorn you not; disdains as far from me, As are the two Poles distant: therefore Sir, Because I would not hold you in suspense, But tell you what at first to trust unto, Thus in a word, I must not fancy you. must not? I cannot, nor I may not. I am gone: Thou hast given me, Luce, a Bone to gnaw upon. Alas, that Beauty should be sought of more Than can enjoy it: might I have my wish, I would seem fair but only in his eye, That should possess me in a Nuptial tie. Morrow Luce; In exchange of this kiss, see what I have brought thee from the Exchange. What mean you Sir, by this? Guess that by the circumstance, here's a Ring, wear't for my sake; twenty Angels, pocket them you fool; come, come, I know thou art a Maid, say nay, and take them. Sweet Master Chartley, do not fasten on me, More than with ease I can shake off: your Gift I reverence, yet refuse; and I pray tell me, Why do you make so many Errands hither? Send me so many Letters? fasten on me So many favours? what's your meaning in't? Hark in thine ear, I'll tell thee; nay hear me out, is't possible so soft a body should have so hard a soul? Nay now I know my penance, you will be angry, and school me for tempting your modesty: a fig for this modesty, it hinders many a good man from many a good turn, & that's all the good it doth. If thou but knewst, Luce, how I love thee, thou wouldst be far more tractable. Nay, I bar chiding when you speak, I'll stop thy lips if thou dost but offer an angry word, by this hand I'll do't, and with this hand too. Go to now, what say you? Sir, if you love me, as you say you do, Show me the fruits thereof. The stock I can, thou mayst see the fruits hereafter. Can I believe you love me, when you seek The ship wrack of mine Honour? Honour! there's another word to flap in a man's mouth: Honour! what shouldst thou and I stand upon our Honour, that were neither of us yet, Right Worshipful?
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Now as I am a true Maid, The most religious oath that I dare sweare, I hold my selfe indebted to your love: And I am sorry there remaines in mee, No power how to requite it. Love mee, prethee now, doe if thou canst▪ I cannot. , if thou canst. Indeed I cannot. Yt aske thine heart, an see what may be done. In troth I am sorry you should spend a igh For my sake unrequited, or a teare; Ey, or a word▪ 'Tis no matter for my words, they are not many, And those not very wise one's neither. Yet I beseech you spend no more in vaine. I scorne you not; as farre from mee, As are the two Poles distant: therefore Sir, Because I would not hold you in suspence, But tell you what at first to trust unto, Thus in a word, I must not fancie you. Must-not? I cannot, nor I may not. I am gone: Thou hast given me, Luc, a Bone to gnaw upon▪ Alas, that Beauty should be sought of more Then can injoy it: might I have my wish, I would seeme faire but onely in his eye, That should mee in a Nuptiall tye. Morrow ; In exchange of this , see what I have brought thee from the Exchange. What meane you Sir, by this? Guesse that by the circumstance, here's a Ring▪ weare't for my sake; twenty Angels, pocket them you foole; come, come, I know thou art a Maid, say nay, and take them. Sweet Master Chartley, doe not fasten on me, More then with ease I can shake off: your Gift I reverence, yet refuse; and I pray tell mee, Why doe you make so many Errands hither? Send me so many Letters? fasten on me So many favours? what's your meaning in't? Harke in thine eare, Ile tell thee; nay heare me out, is't possible so soft a body should have so hard a soule? Nay now I know my penance, you will be angry, and schoole me for tempting your modesty: a figge for this modesty, it hinders many a god man from many a good turne, & that's all the good it doth. If thou but knewst, Luce, how I love thee, thou wouldst be farre more tractable. Nay, I barre chiding when you speake▪ Ile stop thy lips if thou dost but offer an angry word, by this hand Ile di', and with this hand too. Goe to now, what say you? Sir, if you love me, as you say you doe, Shew me the fruits thereof. The stocke I can, thou maist see the fruits hereafter. Can I beleeve you love mee, when you seeke The ship wrack of mine Honour? Honour! there's another word to flap in a mans mouth: Honour! what shouldst thou and I stand upon our Honour, that were neither of us yet, Right Worshipfull?