Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Sit there? I will; eat? but begin I'll do't: Fain would I take her by the hand, but fear Hers rather would melt mine, than melt in mine: Why should my sense of touching thus turn Coward? My eyes being so valiant, can you speak? Oh such a wife through all the world I'd wish, That would be ever Tongue-tied; reach your hand? I would and gladly too; 'sfoot I will venture, No danger, a white, soft, and delicate palm, That nigh dissolves in touching: you feel well, Sweet, can you kiss? most sweet and excellent; Again, again; were there no worse in Hell, And this the place, here would I wish to dwell. Nay you that can both touch and lip it too, Sure can do something else: be'st thou a Lamia, Or Incubus, thou canst not scape me so; I have a spirit in me great as thine: thouhast boarded it, I'll see if thou canst Bed, And try if thou hast mettle to thy shape; Dumb spirits cannot clamour out for help, I'll now try Masteries. Think upon thy Bond. Ha? when is't due? Now. Hellish Fiend thou liest; But ere thou claimest that debt, show me that beauty I am so much entranced with. 'Tis vanished into Air, whence it was formed. Great Belzebub, yet once more let me see't. Not possible, until you meet in Hell; so near Thy Fate, and cannot now the terror of that place Cool thy hot courage? see the forfeiture, And here I do arrest thee. Angels bale me, Or I am ever lost. Canst thou deny thy deed? That hand I cannot, yet be not Judge and Accuser too; I'll put my cause to censure. Who shall do't. The next we meet. I am content, 'tis done; howe'er thy soul I'm confident is won. Oh, curse on that supply that snatched from me So rich a Mortgage. You looked not in the Almanac For good and evil days. Yes, but too late: For when 'twas past, I counselled with the day. And pray what was the Motto. Guess I pray thee. Alas poor man, all to no purpose, be better advised, Or it may be, kept out of his clutches; these, if we may Believe th'Astronomer, are ominous days. Tush, none of these. What then? Nihil in Bag. Nihil in Bag? a scurvy critical Emblem, Presaging empty pockets, Why no Cutpurse Will trade when that's in power; then why would you Lend money in that unlucky hour? It shall be a warning to me: in th'mean time Would it were razed out of the Calendar quite, It is a day prodigious. If I can prove that all thy debts be paid Thou art my own, was't not, and speak thy conscience, Our joint condition? I confess it was. That Usurer's one of thy main Creditors, But when thou wast so free to pay thy debts, thou ne'er Dreamest of thy forfeit; propose to him thy question.
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Sit there? I will; eate? but begin Ile do't: Faine would I take her by the hand, but feare Hers rather would melt mine, than melt in mine: Why ſhould my ſence of touching thus turne Coward? My eyes being ſo valiant, can you ſpeake? Oh ſuch a wife through all the world I'de wiſh, That would be ever Tongue-ty'd; reach your hand? I would and gladly too; s'foot I will venture, No danger, a white, ſoft, and delicate palme, That nigh diſſolves in touching: you feele well, Sweet, can you kiſſe? moſt ſweet and excellent; Againe, againe; were there no worſe in Hell, And this the place, here would I wiſh to dwell. Nay you that can both touch and lip it too, Sure can doe ſomething elſe: be'ſt thou a Lamia, Or Incubus, thou canſt not ſcape me ſo; I have a ſpirit in me great as thine: Th'haſt boorded it, Ile ſee if thou anſt Bed, And try if thou haſt mettle to thy ſhape; Dumbe ſpirits cannot clamour out for helpe, Ile now try Maſteries. Thinke upon thy Bond. Ha? when is't due? Now. Helliſh Fiend thou lyeſt; But ere thou claim'ſt that debt, ſhew me that beauty I am ſo much entranc'd with. 'Tis vaniſht into Aire, whence it was form'd. Great Belzebub, yet once more let me ſee't. Not poſſible, untill you meet in Hell; ſo neere Thy Fate, and cannot now the terrour of that place Coole thy hot courage? ſee the forfeiture, And here I doe arreſt thee. Angels bale mee, Or I am ever loſt. Canſt thou deny thy deed? That hand I cannot, yet be not Judge and Accuſer too; Ile put my cauſe to cenſure. Who ſhall doe't. The next we meete. I am content, 'tis done; how ere thy ſoule I'me confident is won. Oh, curſe on that ſupply that ſnatcht from me So rich a Morgage. You look'd not in the Almanack For good and evill dayes. Yes, but too late: For when 'twas paſt, I counſail'd with the day. And pray what was the Motto. Gheſſe I pray thee. Alas poore man, all to no purpoſe, be better advis'd, Or it may be, kept out of his clutches; theſe, if we may Beleeve th'Aſtronomer, are omenous dayes. Tuſh, none of theſe. What then? Nihil in Bag. Nihil in Bag? a ſcurvy criticall Embleme, Preſaging empty pockets, Why no Cutpurſe Will trade when that's in power; then why would you Lend money in that unlucky houre? It ſhall be a warning to me: in th'meane time Would it were raz'd out of the Kalender quite, It is a day prodigious. If I can prove that all thy debts be paid Thou art my owne, was't not, and ſpeake thy conſcience, Our joynt condition? I confeſſe it was. That Uſurer's one of thy maine Creditors, But when thou waſt ſo free to pay thy debts, thou ne're Dream'ſt of thy forfeit; propoſe to him thy queſtion.