Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638; revised 1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
'tis so acute, No palate but most taste it; shall's to th' Tavern? You're for a cup I hope? For now sir, It is my frequent use, when I have set My watch, to view the Tavern, drink a quart, And then back to my business, and there wit in't. 'tis granted sir: Come gentlemen, an hour Is our extent of time: good Mr. Constable It shall be yours. Cosen I have some business Concerns your knowledge, as we pass along I shall inform you. You see I me come Upon your summons. Sure you mistake, There's none here is so fond of you to court Your cheap and vulgar presence. Here's a Letter Speaks other language, you might cloth your discourse In the same phrase, or I shall laugh your folly Into a milder temper, and then leave you. You're very confident. No, you're too coy, I me now i'th' humour to be tempted to Love any of you: take me while the fit Is on me, for i'm sure 'twill not endure Longer than does a wealthy widow's grief For a loathed husband. Speak, ha' you a mind to me? Speak quickly, or for ever more hereafter Be sure to hold your peace, and that's a task Far worse than death to any of your sex. Her blushes does betray her, were't to me, He should find other usage. Sir my Cosen, I know not how transported by her love, Above her reason, has enthralled her heart To your dispose. I hope sir you're so much A Gentleman, you will make civil use Of her affection; 'twill be worth your care sir. Besides the rich endearments of her youth, She's Mistress of a fortune that may challenge A noble retribution for her love. we'll not disturb your conference. Cosen, cosen, you will not leave me thus? I pray let me go sir. Thus far into my arms girl, that's the place Thou oughtst to rest in: you expect I warrant That I should court you now, and with an army Of oaths, stuffed with as many cynical falsehoods, Protest I love you: by this light I know not, 'tis folly to dissemble, whether or no I can affect thee; yet thou seemst to wear That pretty harmless innocence in thy looks, It wins my credulous thoughts to believe Thou mayst be virtuous. Sir, I hope my own Too forward zeal, in tendering you my love, Will not in your good thoughts beget an ill Opinion of my modesty. Never fear't: That freeness more engages my just faith To embrace thy affection. I have seen some Ladies, Coy as a votaress below their suitors, Yet with a tough-backed groom, have known them sin With most libidinous appetite in private; But I'm as fearless girl, that ought amiss Can stain thy soul, as thou wert confident In settling thy most constant choice upon A stranger; yet I must desire the reason Why you did love me: for my own good parts, Certain they're not so attractive as to conquer A beauty at first sight.
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Tis so acute, No pallat but most taste it; shall's to th' Taverne? Y'are for a cup I hope? For now sir, It is my frequent use, when I have set My watch, to view the Taverne, drinke a quart, And then backe to my businesse, and there wit in't. Tis granted sir: Come gentlemen, an oure Is ou extent of time: good Mr. Constable It shall be yours. Cosen J have some businesse Concernes your knowledge, as we passe along J shall informe you. You see I me come Vpon your summons. Sure you mistake, There's none here is so fond of you to court Your cheap and vulgar presence. Here's a Letter Speaks other language, you might cloath your discourse In the same phrase, or I shall laugh your folly Into a milder temper, and then leave you. You'r very confident. No, you're too coy, I me now ith' humour to be tempted to Love any of you: take me while the fit Is on me, for ime sure twill not endure Longer than does a wealthy widdowes griefe For a loah'd husband. Speak, ha you a mind to me? Speake quickly, or for ever more hereafter Be sure to hold your peace, and that's a taske Farre worse then death to any of your sexe. Her blushes does betray her, wer't to me, He should finde other usage. Sir my Cosen, I know not how transported by her love, Above her reason, has enthrald her heart To your dispose. I hope sir you'r so much A Gentleman, you will make civill use Of her affection; twill be worth your care sir. Besides the rich endearements of her youth, She's Mistris of a fortune that may challeng A noble retribution for her love. Weele not disturbe your conference. Cosen, cosen, you will not leave me thus? I pray let me goe sir. Thus farre into my armes girle, that's the place Thou oughtst to rest in: you expect I warrant That I should court you now, and with an armie Of oathes, stuft with as many sinicall falsehoods, Protest I love you: by this light I know not, Tis folly to dissemble, whether or no I can affect thee; yet thou seemst to weare That pretty harmlesse innocence in thy lookes, It wins my credulous thoughts to believe Thou maist be vertuous. Sir, I hope my owne Too forward zeale, in tendring you my love, Will not in your good thoughts beget an ill Opinion of my modesty. Never feart: That freenesse more engages my just faith To embrace thy affection. I have seene some Ladyes, Coy as a Voteresse below their suiters, Yet with a tough-backt groome, have knowne them sin With most libidinous appetite in private; But J'me as fearelesse girle, that ought amisse Can staine thy soule, as thou wert confident In setling thy most constant choise upon A stranger; yet I must desire the reason Why you did love me: for my owne good parts, Certaine they're not so attractive as to conquer A beautie at first sight▪