Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1617-1639] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men (?) unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 509 words
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Indeed I am not merry. Would I knew the means would make you so, I would turn myself into any shape or office To be the Author of it, sweet Lady. Troth I have that hope of thee, I think thou wouldst Think it? 'sfoot, you might swear safely in that action And never hurt your oath— I ne'er failed yet. 'twere sin to injure thee, I know thou didst not. Nay I know I did not. But my trusty servant, This plot requires art, secrecy and wit, Yet out of all can hardly work one safety. Not one, that's strange, I would 'twere put to me, I'll make it arrive safe whate'er it be. Thou couldst not my Roxano— why admit I love, now I come to thee. Admit you love? why all's safe enough yet. ay, but a stranger. Nay, now we are all spoilt Lady, I may look for my brains in my Boots— now you have put Home to me indeed, Madam; A stranger? there's a hundred Deaths in the very name, besides vantage. I said I should affright thee. Faith no fool can fright me, Madam, commonly called a stranger. Hast thou the will? or dar'st thou do me good? Do thee good, sweet Lady? as far as I am able ne'er doubt it; Let me but cast about for safety, and I'll do any thing, Madam, ay, ay, our safeties; which are mere impossibles, Love forgets all things but its proper objects. What is he? and his name? Tymethes, in a most unlucky minute Led hither by our Son in Law Zenarchus. Hum. is that the most fortunate, spider catching, smock wrapped Gentleman? Yet if he know me. What then? I am undone. And is it possible a man should lie with a woman and yet not know her? And yet 'tis possible too— thank my Invention, follow that game still. He must not know me; than I love no further; Although for not enjoying him I die; My Lords pale jealousy does so o'erlook me, That if Tymethes know what he enjoys It may make way unto my Lords mistrust; Then since in my desire such horrors move I'll die no other than the death of love. Lady, Madam, do you hear? Have you leisure to swoon now, when I have taken such pains i' th' business? To take order for your safety, set all things right; why Madam? What says the man? Why he says like a Gentleman every inch of him, And will perform the office of a gentleman; bring you together; Put you together, and leave you together: what gentleman can do more? And all this safely? And all this safely? I by this hand will I, Or else would I might never do any thing to purpose; If he have but the first part of a young gentleman in him. 'tis granted Madam; I have crotchets in my brain That you shall see him and enjoy him, and he not know where he is, nor who it is.
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Indeede I am not merry. Would I knew the meanes would make you so, I would turne my selfe into any shape or office To be the Author of it, sweete Lady. Troth I have that hope of thee, I thinke thou would'st Thinke it? sfoote, you might sweare safely in that action And never hurt your oath — I nere fayld yet. Twere sinne to injure thee, I know thou didst not. Nay I know I did not. But my trusty servant, This plot requires art, secresie and wit, Yet out of all can hardly worke one safety. Not one, that's strange, I would 'twere put to me, Ile make it arrive safe what ere it be. Thou couldst not my Roxano — why admit I love, now I come to thee. Admit you love? why all's safe enough yet. I, but a stranger. Nay, now we are all spoyld Lady, I may looke for my braines in my Bootes— now you have put Home to me indeed, Madam; A stranger? there's a hundred Deaths in the very name, besides vantage. I sayd I should affright thee. Faith no foolē can fright me, Madam, commonly cal'd a stranger. Hast thou the will? or dar'st thou doe me good? Doe thee good, sweete Lady? as farre as I am able nere doubt it; Let me but cast about for safety, and Ile doe any thing, Madam, I, I, our safeties; which are meere impossibles, Love forgets all things but its proper objects. What is he? and his name? Tymethes, in a most unluckie minute Led hither by our Sonne in Law Zenarchus. Hum, is that the most fortunate, spider catching, smocke wrapt Gentleman? Yet if he know me. What then? I am undone. And is it possible a man should lye with a woman and yet not know her? And yet tis possible too—thanke my Invention, follow that game still. He must not know me; than I love no further; Although for not enjoying him I dye; My Lords pale jealousie does so orelookē me, That if Tymethes know what he enjoyes It may make way unto my Lords mistrust; Then since in my desire such horrours move Ile dye no other then the death of love. Lady, Madam, doe you heare? Have you leasure to swoune now, when I have taken such paines i' th' businesse? To take order for your safety, set all things right; why Madam? What sayes the man? Why he sayes like a Gentleman every inch of him, And will performe the office of a gentleman; bring you together; Put you together, and leave you together: what gentleman can doe more? And all this safely? And all this safely? I by this hand will I, Or else would I might never doe any thing to purpose; If he have but the first part of a young gentleman in him. Tis granted Madam; I have crotchets in my braine That you shall see him and enjoy him, and he not know where he is, nor who it is.