Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
The world hath not another wife like this, Cosen you will not hear your sister speak, So much your passion rules. Even what she pleases: go on Castanna. Your most noble husband Is deaf to all reports, and only grieves At his soul's love, Spinella's causeless absence. Why look ye cosen now? Indeed. Will value no counsel, takes no pleasure in his greatness, Neither admits of likelihood at all, That you are living: if you were he's certain It were impossible you could conceal Your welcomes to him, being all one with him, But as for jealousy of your dishonour, He both laughs at and scorns it. Does a'. Therein he shows himself desertful of his happiness, Methinks the news should cause some motion sister. You are not well. Not well. I am unworthy. Of whom? what? why? Go cosen, come Castanna. The state in counsel is already set, My coming will be late; now therefore gentlemen, This house is free as your intents are sober, Your pains shall be accepted. Mirth sometimes falls into earnest signior. we for our parts aim at the best. You wrong yourselves & me else, good success t'ee. Futilli 'tis our wisest course to follow Our pastime with discretion, by which means we may ingratiate as our business hits, Our undertakings to great Auria's favour. I grow quite weary of this lazy custom Attending on the fruitless hopes of service, For meat and rags, a wit, a shrewd preferment Study some scurrile jests, grow old and beg No let 'em be admired that love foul linen. I'll run a new course. Get the coin we spend, And knock 'em o'er the pate who jeers our earnings— hushed man, one suitor comes. The tother follows. Be not so loud— here comes Madonna sweet lips. Mithtreth, inthooth for thooth, will lithpe it to uth. Dentlemen than ye ith thith muthicke yourth, or can ye tell what great manths fiddleth, made it tith vedee petty noyth, but who thold th'end it. does not yourself know Lady. I do not uth To thpend lip labour upon quethtionths, That I my thelfe can anthwer. No sweet madam, Your lips are destined to a better use, Or else the proverb fails of lisping maids. Kithing you mean pey come behind with your mockths then, My lipthes will therve the one to kith the other— How now whath neckt? WHat hoe we come to be merry, Open the doors a Jovial crew, Lusty boys and free, and very, Very, very lusty boys are we, We can drink till all look blue, Dance sing and roar, Never give over. As long as we have ne'er an eye to see prithee, prithee, let's come in, Oue thall all oua favous win, Dently, dently, we thall pass, None kitheth like the lithping lass. What call ye this a song? Yeth a delithious thing, and wondroth pretty; A very country catch— doubtless some prince Belike hath sent it to congratulate Your night's repose.
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The world hath not another wife like this, Coſen you will not heare your ſiſter ſpeake, So much your paſſion rules. Even what ſhe pleaſes: goe on Caſtanna. Your moſt noble husband Is deafe to all reports, and only grieves At his ſoules love, Spinellas cauſeleſſe abſence. Why looke ye coſen now? Indeede. Will value no counſel, takes no pleaſure in his greatneſſe, Neither admits of likelyhood at all, That you are living: if you were hee's certaine It were impoſſible you could conceale Your welcomes to him, being all one with him, But as for jealouſie of your diſhonor, Hee both laughes at and ſcornes it. Does a'. Therein he ſhewes himſelfe deſertfull of his happineſſe, Methinks the newes ſhould cauſe ſome motion ſiſter. You are not well. Not well. I am unworthy▪ Of whom? what? why? Goe coſen, come Caſtanna. The ſtate in counſel is already ſet, My comming will be 'late; now therfore gentlemen, This houſe is free as your intents are ſober, Your paines ſhall be accepted. Mirth ſometimes falls into earneſt ſignior. Wee for our parts aime at the beſt. You wrong your ſelvs & meelſe, good ſucceſſe t'ee▪ Futilli tis our wiſeſt courſe to follow Our paſtime with d ſcretion, by which meanes Wee may ingratiate as our buſineſſe hits, Our undertakings to great Aurias favour. I grow quite weary of this lazie cuſtome Attending on the fruitleſſe hopes of ſervice, For meate and ragges, a wit, a ſhrewd preferment Study ſome ſcurrill jeſts, grow old and beg No let em be admit'd that love foule linnen. Ile runne a new courſe. Get the coyne we ſpend, And knocke 'em ore the pate who jeers our earnings— Huſht man, one ſuiter comes. The tother followes. Be not ſo lowd—here comes Madona ſweete lips. Mithtreth, inthooth for thooth, will lithpe it to uth. Dentlemen then ye ith thith muthicke yourth, or can ye tell what great manths fidleth, made it tith vedee petty noyth, but who thold thend it. does not your ſelfe know Lady. I doe not uth To thpend lip labour upon quethtionths, That I my thelfe can anthwer. No ſweet madam, Your lips are deſtind to a better uſe, Or elſe the proverbe failes of liſping maids. Kithing you mean pey come behind with your mockths then, My lipthes will therve the one to kith the other — How now whath neckt? VVHat hoe we come to be merry, Open the doores a Joviall crew, Luſty boyes and free, and very, Very, very luſty boys are wee, We can drinke till all looke blew, Dance ſing and roare, Never give ore. As long as we have nere an eye to ſee Pithee, pithee▪ leths come in▪ Oue thall all oua favous win, Dently, dently, we thall paſſe, None kitheth like the lithping laſſe. What call yee this a ſong? Yeth a delithious thing, and wondroth prety; A very country catch—doubtleſſe ſome prince Belikehath ſent it to congratulate Your nights repoſe.