The Constant Maid (Love Will Find Out the Way) · chunk 7 of 32
Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1630(?)-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.
I will use this advantage to o'erhear 'em. You tell me strange things; Is it possible The widow herself loves you? Would I had But reason to suspect. Possible! Turned Colt again? This love will kill us all: And can she make no choice, but where her daughter Has the same longing? not her dancing days Done yet? why there's no remedy, you must love her. And violate my faith made to her daughter. Thou wot not be so much an Infidel, To think I mean thou shouldst forsake the wench; Tell me the mother a fine tale of love, Print kisses on her paper-lip, and hug Her reverend body; any thing but lie with her: Write sonnets on the ivory tooth afore, Swear she does cough distinctly, get a rhyme To bless her when she sneezes, and cry up The method of her nose, which sweats and falls So perpendicular upon her face: Admire the wart upon her chin, and motion Of her blue eyes, that look three ways at once: Praise her above thy reason, or her daughter; And than she will believe thou mayst be mad for her. Is this the way to do me good? she comes Too fast on me already. Let her fly to thee, Thou mayst clip her wings the sooner, this secures thee; should you hold off, and play the modest creature; Nay, but deny as Maids do when they love it, And bending of your hams, cry, No forsooth; Profess with Coxcomb-like civility, You are not worthy of her carnal favours: She may believe it, and in very spite Marry her daughter to a Citizen: Or should you be so mad, to think to win her To your first choice, with howling out your passion For Mistress Frances, plaining how Don Cupid Hath scarified your heart, you may go hang yourself: Go to the Barbers, let him firk your hair up, Or get a periwig; wash your sullen face, And starch your infant upper lip, to look Like one that would run desperate on a widow. Precious conspiracy. This is the way: At leisure you may tell your Maiden Mistress, Like Iove you have put another shape on, To cheat the Beldame Iuno. Foul mouthed Rascal. I apprehend: thoust given me good counsel, I'll watch the first occasion, to assure I have preferred her in my heart already. I'll conjure up a cross plot, and that quickly, Shall mar your mirth, and pay your fine dissembling As it deserves, my confident Love-gamester. I'll take my leave then, youhave no other service To use my stay? I have a project, Hartwell, That must not be neglected. May not I communicate? Thou art engaged to wait Upon thine own affairs, or I should trouble thee To be an Actor in't; thou knowest old Hornet?
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I will use this advantage to oreheare 'em. You tell me strange things; Is it possible The widdow her selfe loves you? Would I had But reason to suspect. Possible! Turn'd Colt againe? This love will kill us all: And can she make no choyce, but where her daughter Has the same longing? not her dancing dayes Done yet? why there's no remedy, you must love her. And violate my faith made to her daughter. Thou wot not be so much an Infidell, To think I meane thou shouldst forsake the wench; Tell me the mother a fine tale of love, Print kisses on her paper-lip, and hug Her reverend body; any thing but lye with her: Write sonnets on the ivorie tooth afore, Sweare she does cough distinctly, get a rime To blesse her when she sneezes, and cry up The method of her nose, which sweats and fals So perpendicular upon her face: Admire the wart upon her chin, and motion Of her blew eyes, that look three wayes at once: Praise her above thy reason, or her daughter; And then she will beleeve thou mayst be mad for her. Is this the way to doe me good? she comes Too fast on me already. Let her flye to thee, Thou mayst clip her wings the sooner, this secures thee; Shou'd you hold off, and play the modest creature; Nay, but deny as Maids do when they love it, And bending of your hams, cry, No forsooth; Professe with Coxcomb-like civilitie, You are not worthy of her carnall favors: She may beleeve it, and in verie spight Marrie her daughter to a Citizen: Or should you be so mad, to think to win her To your first choyse, with howling out your passion For Mistresse Frances, plaining how Don Cupid Hath scarrified your heart, you may go hang your selfe: Go to the Barbers, let him firk your haire up, Or get a perriwig; wash your sullen face, And starch your infant upper lip, to look Like one that would run desperate on a widdow. Precious conspiracie. This is the way: At leisure you may tell your Maiden Mistresse, Like Iove you have put another shape on, To cheat the Beldam Iuno. Foule mouth'd Rascall. I apprehend: th'ast given me good counsell, I'll watch the first occasion, to assure I have preferr'd her in my heart already. I'll conjure up a crosse plot, and that quickly, Shall mar your mirth, and pay your fine dissembling As it deserves, my confident Love-gamester. I'll take my leave then, y'have no other service To use my stay? I have a project, Hartwell, That must not be neglected. May not I communicate? Thou art engaged to wait Vpon thine owne affaires, or I should trouble thee To be an Actor in't; thou knowest old Hornet?