Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1617-1639] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men (?) unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
serving-men always follow their master's sir, No not in their Mistresses. There I leave you sir. I desire to be left when I come there sir. But faith sincerely is there no trick in this? Prithee deal honestly with me. Honestly, if protestation be not honest, I know not what to call it. Why, if she affect me so truly, she might trust me with her knowledge, I could be secret to her chief actions, why I love women too well. she'll trust you the worse for that sir. Why because I love women? O sir, 'tis most common, He that loves women, is ne'er true to woman. Experience daily proves he loveth none With a true heart, that affects more than one. Your wit runs nimbly sir, pray use your pleasure. Why then good-night sir. Mass the candles out. Oh sir the better sports taste best in th' night, And what we do in the dark we hate i'th' light. A good doer mayst thou prove, for thy experience; Come give me thy hand, thou mayst prove an honest Lad, But however I'll trust thee. Oh sir, first try me, But we protract good hours, come follow me sir, Why this is right your sportive Gallants prize, Before they'll lose their sport they'll lose their eyes. Oh my fear-fighting blood! aren you all here. All at your pleasure Madam. That's my wish, and my opinion Hath ever been persuaded of your truths, And I have found you willing t'all employments We put into your charge. In our faith's madam. For we are bound in duty to your Bounty. Will you to what I shall prescribe swear secrecy? Try us, sweet Lady, and you shall prove our faiths. To all things that you hear or see I swear you all to secrecy; I pour my life into your breasts, There my doom or safety rests. If you prove untrue to all Now I rather choose to fall With loss of my desire, than light Into the tyrant's wrathful spite: But in vain I doubt your trust, I never found your hearts but just. On this book your vows arrive, And as in truth in favour thrive. We wish no higher, so we swear. Like Jewels all your vows I'll wear. Here, take this Paper, there those secrets dwell, Go read your charge, which I should blush to tell. All's sure, I nothing doubt of safety now, To which each servant hath combined his vow. Roxano, that begins it trustily, I cannot choose but praise him, he's so needful, There's nothing can be done about a Lady But he is for it; honest Roxano; Even from our head to feet he's so officious, The time draws on, I feel the minutes here, No clock so true as love that strikes in fear. How far lack I yet of my blind pilgrimage? Whist, Roxano! You are at your— In my Lord, away, I'll help You to a disguise. Enough. methinks I walk in a Vault all under ground.
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Servingmen alwayes follow their masters sir, No not in their Mistresses. There I leave you sir. I desire to be left when I come there sir. But faith sincerely is there no tricke in this? Prithee deale honestly with me. Honestly, if protestation be not honest, I know not what to call it. Why, if she affect me so truely, shee might trust me with her knowledge, I could be secret to her chiefe actions, why I lovē women too well. Sheele trust you the worse for that sir. Why because I love women? O sir, tis most common, He that loves women, is neere true to woman. Experience dayly proves he loveth none With a true heart, that affects more than one. Your wit runnes nimbly sir, pray use your pleasure. Why then goodnight sir. Masse the candles out. Oh sir the better sports taste best in th' night, And what we doe in the darke we hate i'th'light. A good doer mayst thou prove, for thy experience; Come give me thy hand, thou mayst prove an honest Lad, But however Ile trust thee. Oh sir, first try me, But we protract good houres, come follow me sir, Why this is right your sportive Gallants prize, Before they'le loose their sport theyle loose their ēyēs. Oh my feare-fighting blood! arē you all here. All at your pleasure Madam. That's my wish, and my opinion Hath ever beene perswaded of your truthes, And I have found you willing t'all imployments We put into your charge. In our faith's madam. For we are bound in duty to your Bounty. Will you to what I shall prescribe sweare secresie? Try us, sweete Lady, and you shall prove our faith's▪ To all things that you heare or see I sweare you all to secrecie; I poure my life into your brests, There my doome or safety rests. If you prove untrue to all Now I rather chuse to fall With losse of my desire, than light Into the Tyrants wrathfull spight: But in vaine I doubt your trust, I never found your hearts but just. On this booke your vowes arrive, And as in truth in favour thrive. We wish no higher, so we swearē. Like Jewels all your vowes Ile weare. Here, take this Paper, there those secrets dwell, Goe reade your charge, which I should blush to tell. All's sure, I nothing doubt of safety now, To which each servant hath combin'd his vow. Roxano, that begins it trustily, I cannot chuse but prayse him, he's so needfull, There's nothing can be done about a Lady But he is for it; honest Roxano; Even from our head to feete he's so officious, The time drawes on, I feele the minutes here, No clocke so true as love that strikes in feare. How farre lacke I yet of my blind pilgrimage? Whist, Roxano ▪ You are at your— In my Lord, away, Ile helpe You to a disguise. Enough. Me thinkes I walke in a Vault all under ground.