Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1636 [licensed for stage, Mar 12] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
O me unfortunate woman. Good uncle speak more kindly to her, alas she weeps. I see it nephew, So violent rain weeps or the purple heads Of smiling Violets, till its brackish drops Insinuate among the tender leaves, And with its weight oppress them: these are tears, Such as distil from henbane full of poison, And craft as she they come from: tell me woman, Who hast not shame enough left in thy cheeks To cause a blush, dar'st thou usurp the name Of good or virtuous, when these ears can witness Thou didst solicit yesterday this youth, To fate the ravenous heat of thy desire, With all the eloquence well worded lust Could borrow to adorn its painted foulness. Was it you indeed? I'm glad I know't dear sir, Had I the chastest temper, that frail flesh Could ever boast of, your strange usage of me, Would undermine it: to forsake my bed, Before my blood scarce relished the delights Attending on young nuptials, so that I Expect no anger from you, if I seek That from the charity of other men, Which your neglect (though you in duty owe it) Will not allow me. Well said sister. Life she'll tell me straight She will retain before my face some slave, Some strong backed monster to perform her hot Desires with able activeness, the slow Motion of snails that carry on their heads Their shelly habitations to the pace Of my dull rage, is swift as erring flames, Which had it not been leaden winged; as sleep, Ere this had seized the monster. Ha, ha, ha, the man is sure distracted, ha, ha, ha, Heyday, here's laughing and crying both with a wind, As boys do, a juggler's but an ass to a right woman. Good sir will you walk? the gentleman he's in a terrible sweat, should he stand still, he may chance catch an Ague. A Cardus posset were very sovereign for him, I perceive his fit is coming. How do you husband, sweet heart, what not speak? I thought your jealousy ere this had driven you into France, but now I see you fear to be sea-sick, you have found me out it seems; I hope ere long you will provide Gossips for the child I go with, mark you duck. If I stay, my rage Will hurry me to mischief, better leave her To certain ruin, then betray myself To danger of it, when strong tides meet tides In a contracted channel, they their force, Resign to th' wearing of the troubled waves A frothier livery, then when Oceans Encounter with full liberty, the winds Imprisoned in the Caverns of the earth, Break out in hideous earthquakes, passions so Increase by opposition of all scorns, 'tis most opprobrious to be armed with horns. He leaves you here sir as his spy, does he not? Pray wait upon your master, I suppose he is so.
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O me unfortunate woman. Good uncle speake more kindly to her, alasse she weepes. I see it nephew, So violent raine weepes or the purple heads Of smiling Violets, till its brakish drops Insmuate among the tender leaves, And with its waight oppresse them: these are teares, Such as distill from henbane full of poison, And craft as she they come from: tell me woman, Who hast not shame enough left in thy cheekes To cause a blush, darst thou usurpe the name Of good or vertuous, when these eares can witnesse Thou didst sollicit yesterday this youth, To fate the ravenous heate of thy desire, With all the eloquence well worded lust Could borrow to adorne its painted fow lenesse. Was it you indeed? I'm glad I know't deare sir, Had I the chastest temper, that fraile flesh Could ever boast of, your strange usage of me, Would undermine it: to forsake my bed, Before my blood scarce relish'd the delights Attending on young nuptialls, so that I Expect no anger from you, if I seeke That from the charity of other men, Which your neglect (though you in duty owe it) Will not allow me. Well said sister. Life sheel tell me straight She will retaine before my face some slave, Some strong back'd monster to performe her hot Desires with able activenesse, the slow Motion of snayles that carry on their heads Their shelly habitations to the pace Of my dull rage, is swift as erring flames, Which had it not been leaden wing'd; as sleepe, Ere this had seis'd the monster. Ha, ha, ha, the man is sure distracted, ha, ha, ha, Heyday, here's laughing and crying both with a winde, As boyes doe, a juglar's but an asse to a right woman. Good sir will you walke? the gentleman hee's in a terrible sweat, should he stand still, he may chance catch an Ague. A Cardus posset were very soveraigne for him, I perceive his fit is comming. How doe you husband, sweet heart, what not speake? I thought your jealousie ere this had driven you into France, but now I see you feare to bee sea-sicke, you have found mee out it seemes; I hope ere long you will provide Gossips for the child I goe with, marke you ducke. If I stay, my rage Will hurry me to mischiefe, better leave her To certaine ruine, then betray my selfe To danger of it, when strong tides meete tides In a contracted chanell, they theirforce, Resigne to th' wearing of the troubled waves A frothier livery, then when Oceans Encounter with full liberty, the windes Imprisond in the Cavernes of the earth, Breake out in hideous earthquakes, passions so Encrease by opposition of all scornes, Tis most opprobrious to be arm'd with hornes. He leaves you here sir as his spie, do's he not? Pray wait upon your master, I suppose he is so.