Mayne, Jasper · published 1639 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638(?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
What dangerous truths these are? Ravish a lock From the yellow waiting-woman, use stratagems To get her silver whistle, and waylay Her pewter knots or bodkin. Pretty, pretty. You think you have abused us now? I'll tell you, Had I in all the world but forty Mark, And that got by my needle and making socks; And were that forty Mark Mil-sixpences, spur-royals, Harry groats, or such odd coin Of husbandry as in the king's reign now Would never pass, I would despise you. Lady, Your wit will make you die a withered virgin. We shall in time when your most tyrant tongue Hath made this house a wilderness, and you As unfrequented as a state's man fallen; When you shall quarrel with your face and glass, Till from your pencil you have raised new cheeks, See you beg suitors, write Bills o'er your door, Here is an ancient Lady to be let. You think you are handsome now, and that your eyes Make star-shooting, and dart? 'Tmay be I do. May I not prosper if I have not seen A better face in signs, or gingerbread. yes, I for two pence oft have bought a better. What a sweet innocent look you have! Fie gentlemen, Abuse a harmless Lady thus, I can't With patience hear your blasphemies. Make me Your second Madam. And make me your third. O prodigy to hear an Image speak. Why, Sir, I took you for a Mute i'th' Hangings. I'll tell the faces. Gentlemen do I Look like one of them Trojans? 'tis so, your face Is missing here, Sir, pray step back again And fill the number; you I hope have more Truth in you then to filch yourself away, And leave my room unfurnished. By this light She'll send for a Constable straight and apprehend him For the every. Why Lady do you think me Wrought in a Loom, some Dutch piece weaved at Mooreclack? Surely you stood so simply, like a Man Penning of Recantations, that I suspected Y' had been a part of the Monopoly. But now I know you have a tongue, and are A very Man, I'll think you only dull, And pray for better utterance. Lady you make Rash judgement of him, he was only struck With admiration of your beauty. Truly And so I was. Then you can wonder, Sir? Yes when he sees such miracles as you. And love me can't you? Love you? By this hand I'd love a dog of your sweet looks; I am Enamoured of you Lady. Ha, ha, ha, now surely I wonder you wear not a cap; your case Requires warm things, I'll send you forth a caudle. The plague of rotten teeth, wrinkles, loud lungs Be with you Madam. Had I now pen and ink, If I were urged I'd fain know whether I In conscience ought not to set down myself No wiser than I should be.
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What dangerous truths these are? Ravish a lock From the yellow waiting-woman, use stratagems To get her silver whistle, and way-lay Her pewter knots or bodkin. Pretty, pretty. You think you have abused us now? Ile tell you, Had I in all the world but forty Mark, And that got by my needle and making socks; And were that fortie Mark Mil-sixpences, Spurroyals, Harry groats, or such odde coine Of husbandry as in the Kings raigne now Would never passe, I would despise you. Lady, Your wit will make you die a witherd virgin. We shall in time when your most tyrant tongue Hath made this house a wildernesse, and you As unfrequented as a states man fallen; When you shall quarrel with your face and glasse, Till from your pencill you have raisd new cheeks, See you beg suitors, write Bills ore your doore, Here is an ancient Lady to be let. You think you are handsome now, and that your eyes Make star-shooting, and dart? 'Tmay be I doe. May I not prosper if I have not seene A better face in signes, or ginger-bread. yes, I for two pence oft have bought a better. What a sweet innocent looke you have! Fye gentlemen, Abuse a harmlesse Lady thus, I can't With patience heare your blasphemies. Make me Your second Madam. And make me your third. O prodigie to heare an Image speake. Why, Sir, I tooke you for a Mute ith' Hangings. Ile tell the faces. Gentlemen doe I Look like one of them Trojans? Tis so, your face Is missing here, Sir, pray step back againe And fill the number; you I hope have more Truth in you then to filch your selfe away, And leave my roome unfurnisht. By this light She'l send for a Constable straight and apprehend him For the every. Why Lady doe you think me Wrought in a Loome, some Dutch peece weavd at Mooreclack▪ Surely you stood so simply, like a Man Penning of Recantations, that I suspected Y' had been a part of the Monopolie. But now I know you have a tongue, and are A very Man, Ile think you only dull, And pray for better utterance. Lady you make Rash judgement of him, he was only struck With admiration of your beauty. Truly And so I was. Then you can wonder, Sir? Yes when he sees such miracles as you. And love me can't you? Love you? By this hand Ide love a dog of your sweet looks; I am Enamour'd of you Lady. Ha, ha, ha, now surely I wonder you weare not a cap; your case Requires warme things, Ile send you forth a Cawdle. The plague of rotten teeth, wrincles, lowd lunges Be with you Madam. Had I now pen and inke, If I were urgd I'de faine know whether I In conscience ought not to set down my selfe No wiser then I should be.