Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1617-1639] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men (?) unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
'slight, led to a Lady hoodwinked! Placed in state, and banqueted in visards. All by this light: but all this nothing was To the delicious pleasures of her Bed. Who should this be? Nay inquire not brother, I'd give one eye to see her with the other. Seest thou this Jewel? in the midst of night I slipped it from her veil, unfelt of her, 'T may be so kind unto me as to bring Her beauty to my knowledge. Canst not guess at her, nor at the Place? At neither for my heart; why I'll tell thee man 'Twas handled with such Art, such admired cunning, What with my blindness and their general darkness, That when mine eyes received their liberty, I was ne'er the nearer. To them in full form I appeared shrouded But all their lights to me were masked and clouded. Fore heaven I do admire the cunning of't. Nay you cannot out vie my admiration, I had a feeling of't beyond your passion. Well, blow this over, see, our sister comes. Art sure Mazeres that he courts our Daughter? I'm sure of more my Lord, she favours him. That Beggar? Worse my Lord, that villain Traitor, and yet worse my Lord. How? Pardon my Lord, a riper time shall bring him forth. Behold him there my Lord. Dares she so far forget respect to us, And dim her own lustre to give him grace? Favours are grown to custom 'twixt them both, Letters, close banquets, whisperings, private meetings. I'll make them dangerous meetings. In faith my Lord I'll have this jewel. 'tis not my gift Lady. What's that Mazeres? Marry, my Lord, she courtly begs a jewel of him Which he keeps back as Courtly, with fair words. I have sworn my Lord. Why upon that condition You'll keep it safe and close from all strange eyes Not wronging me, 'tis yours. I swear. It shall suffice. 'tis hers my Lord, at which they part in kisses. I'll make those meetings bitter; both shall rue, We have found Mazeres to this minute true. No trick to see this Lady? heart of ill fortune! The jewel that was begged from me too was The hope I had to gain her wished for knowledge. Well; here's a heart within will not be quiet; The eye is the sweet feeder of the soul, When then taste wants, that keeps the memory whole; 'tis bad to be in darkness all know well, Than not to see her what doth it want of Hell? What says the Note? Unless your life you would forgo, Whom we are, seek not to know. Pish, all Idle. As if she'd suffer death to threaten me Whom she so bounteously and firmly loves? No trick? excellent, 'twill fit; make use of that. Enough, thouart honest; I affect thee much; Go, train him to his ruin. Let me alone my Lord; doubt not I'll train him: Perhaps sir I have the Art. Oh, I know thy mind. The further lodge? Enough, I'll meet thee presently.
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Slight, led to a Lady budwinck'd! Placed in state, and banqueted in Vizards. All by this light: but all this nothing was To the delicious pleasures of her Bed. Who should this be? Nay enquire not brother, I'de give one eye to see her with the other. Seest thou this Jewell? in the midst of night I slipt it from her vayle, unfelt of her, 'T may be so kind unto me as to bring Her beauty to my knowledge. Can'st not guesse at her, nor at the Placē? At neither for my heart; why Ile tell thee man 'Twas handled with such Art, such admir'd cunning, What with my blindnesse and their generall darkenesse, That when mine eyes receiv'd their liberty, I was nere the nearer. To them in full forme I appear'd unshrowded But all their lights to me were mask'd and clouded. Fore heaven I doe admire the cunning of't. Nay you cannot out vye my admiration, I had a feeling of't beyond your passion. Well, blow this over, see, our sister comes. Art sure Mazeres that he courts our Daughter? I'me sure of more my Lord, she favours him. That Begger? Worse my Lord, that villaine Traytor, and yet worse my Lord. How? Pardon my Lord, a riper time shall bring him forth. Behold him there my Lord. Dares she so farre forget respect to us, And dim her owne lustre to give him grace? Favours are growne to custome twixt them both, Letters, close banquets, whisperings, private meetings. Ile make them dangerous meetings. In faith my Lord Ile have this Iewell. Tis not my gift Lady. What's that Mazeres? Marry, my Lord, she courtly begs a Iewell of him Which he keepes backe as Courtly, with faire words. I have sworne my Lord. Why upon that condition Youle keepe it safe and close from all strange eyes Not wronging me, tis yours. I sweare. It shall suffice. Tis hers my Lord, at which they part in kisses. Ile make those meetings bitter; both shall rue, We have found Mazeres to this minute true. No tricke to see this Lady? heart of ill fortune! The Iewell that was beg'd from me too was The hope I had to gaine her wisht for knowledge. Well; here's a heart within will not be quiet; The eye is the sweete feeder of the soule, When thē taste wants, that keepes the memory whole; Tis bad to be in darkenesse all know well, Then not to see her what doth it want of Hell? What sayes the Note? Vnlesse your life you would forgoe, Whom we are, seeke not to know. Pish, all Idle. As if she'de suffer death to threaten me Whom she so bounteously and firmely loves? No tricke? excellent, twill fit; make use of that. Enough, th'art honest; I affect thee much; Goe, traine him to his ruine. Let me alone my Lord; doubt not Ile traine him: Perhaps sir I have the Art. Oh, I know thy minde. The further lodge? Enough, Ile meete thee presently.